Gerard pov.




I had a dream last night about the session yesterday. You know when in your dreams they seem so realistic while it's happening, but when you wake up and recall the events that just happened, they seem so childish and foolish? Well that's what happened to me.

I remember, we were sitting in the chairs all in a circle, just like yesterday. The black seats all having one person sitting in them. I hear a knock on the door, and then hear a key being shoved into a lock. I begin to get anxious, wondering who it is. The door handle slowly turns, opening the door and I can feel the sweat dripping down my face with anxiety. It feels as if this is all happening in slow motion, the seconds going by like minutes, hours almost. When the door opens fully, I see the old woman. She is in her pink and grey sweater and black pointed shoes. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun and her face looks so tight that the skin could just snap off of her face like a rubber band any second. The old woman walks in the room, her hands behind her back and stares us down as if that one stare will cure us of all our problems. She takes steps slowly with her black pointed heels and walks towards me. She gets closer and closer, and with each step I can see each wrinkle on her face, and every worry. Her lips are pursed, and she has a glare on her face. She narrows her eyes, and stops right in front of my seat. I begin to fidget in my seat, and start to sweat again. She gets even closer, and I can feel her breath on my neck which sends a cold shiver down my spine.

"Gerard." She whispers and I get goosebumps on my neck.

"Y-yes?" I respond, stuttering.

"Would you like to share?" She asks, backing away and gesturing to the rest of the room.
Everyone's eyes are on me, staring into my soul like that'll spill all of my deep secrets so I don't have to say a word. It doesn't though, and I'm somewhat grateful for that, but I wish I wouldn't have to say anything nonetheless.

"We're waiting, Gerard." She urges, and I take a deep breath.

I have to. I have to. I've got to do this.

"I-I-No!" I yell.

She gives me a somewhat shocked look, then comes back over to me.

"And why not?" She asks, a snappy tone to her voice.

"Because, I don't need to tell you worthless bastards anything!" I scream, and her once sweetly smiling face changes immediately. It's been changed to a frown, like the rubber band that was holding her face snapped.

Her eyes turn to dark soulless holes, and her hair begins to fall out of the tight bun, pooling on her shoulders. She takes a step near me, and grabs me by the neck. I begin gasping for breath, and wriggling around under her surprisingly iron grip.

"You have to tell us everything." She snaps, and drops me to the floor.

My lungs are filled with air once again, and I lay on the floor coughing until I cough up saliva. She takes a few steps towards me again, and I cower in fear. She lifts up her foot and brings it down on me, kicking until her leg is worn out. My whole body is tingling from the excruciating pain and it feels so...real. And it scares me. I wipe the blood that was running down from the cut on my lip onto my sleeve. I take a look at the Crimson liquid that was once inside my body before standing up. When I try to stand up, my body feels limp, and my vision gets blurry. Everyone looks like a blurry mess. I close my eyes for a second, and open them again before walking towards the old lady.

She looks over at me, giving me a fake sympathetic look before her eyes turn a complete black again and she opens her mouth revealing her razor sharp teeth and ripping out my throat until I can't scream anymore. That was the night I had my first real nightmare. See, it seemed stupid when I told it, but when I was actually in the dream it was like living through actual hell.

I wake up in a pool of my sweat and my heart beating like crazy. I wipe the sweat from off my forehead and look over to see my alarm clock ringing. I smash the top, turning off the alarm and rip off the covers. Even the sheets are wet from the amount of sweat I produced just from that one dream. I walk towards my dresser and pick out my outfit that I'm going to wear to school. Black pants, and a black shirt. It'll make my red hair stand out more. I pull the shirt over my head and walk over to my sink, turning it on and splashing water onto my face. I look at myself in the mirror and frown. I have to go to a help session today. I feel my whole body shake and have to take a few minutes to calm myself down.

I can't go today, not after that fucking dream.

I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to calm myself down and then look into the sink at the water sitting still in the granite bottom. I see my distorted reflection and laugh a little bit at it. My nose looks huge and my mouth is really tiny. Well, that got my mind off of it for a second.
I take out my green and white toothbrush and squirt the minty blue paste on it. It makes my whole mouth feel so much cleaner and I feel so much more awake after I brush my teeth, I don't know why. I begin to head down the stairs, taking each step slowly, since it's dark and one misstep could send me flailing down the stairs to my doom, I can't have that this morning. When I read the bottom, luckily without a single thing happening, I make my towards the kitchen. I reach my hand into the cabinets, feeling around for a bowl. When I feel the cool glass touch my hand I pick it up and go into the pantry to find some cereal. I pick out a blue box with a picture of some incredibly sugary cereal on it. Perfect. I pour the sugar coated circles into the glass bowl and walk over to the kitchen island. I set the bowl down on the granite countertop and take a seat, crunching my sugary circles in silence. The only sound being made is the soft snores I can hear from my parents room, and the loud crunching the cereal is making in my mouth. I look up from the bowl and see the time.

7:38.

The bus will be at the stop in about two minutes. I hurry to finish my cereal, then grab my backpack, running out the door so I don't miss the bus.

It's cold outside, unusually cold for a fall morning. I'm waiting outside by the stop with two other boys that are fighting each other playfully. The taller boy pushes the smaller boy to the ground and jumps on top of him. They both scream and begin laughing. They get up just as the bus pulls up to my stop. I can hear the engine humming as I step onto the narrow steps that lead to the bus. I look at all the rows of seats and see the students talking amongst their friends. I walk down the aisles and find a seat where only one other person is sitting. I set my backpack down on the ground and sit down in the seat. The boy I'm sitting next to lifts his head up and takes his earbuds out. His face looks very...familiar.

"Hey Gerard." He greets.

Where do I know this boy from? Then it hits me. It's Frank, the boy from the help session.

"Oh, hey Frank. You don't mind if I sit here, right?" I question.

"Nah, it's cool. I'll be listening to my music anyway." He says, and sticks his earbuds back in.
I look around in my backpack for a few seconds then find my own earbuds. I plug them into my phone and begin playing The Killers loudly. Their music soothes me, and i close my eyes and feel the bass beating loudly as the bus bumps up and down every once in a while as it hits a bump.




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"Gerard." A voice says, and I can feel my whole body being shook.

"Hm?" I grunt, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms.

It's Frank.

"You fell asleep, we have to go to school." He says.

"Oh, ok." I say and grab my stuff.

I walk down the empty aisle and make my way down the steep bus steps, hopping down as I reach the last one. I rip my earbuds out and start making my way towards the huge high school.




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"Alright class, today we're going to be reading Moby Dick. Its a classic story, and I will be reading it aloud while you follow along in your own books." Mrs. Stevens, my language arts teacher says.

I groan and sink into my chair. I hate reading. Frank is seated at the front of the classroom and he seems to have fallen asleep, but is woken suddenly by the loud sounds of huge books being placed harshly on his desk.

"Iero," Mrs. Stevens snaps. "Pass out the copies of Moby Dick." Frank nods, but as soon as she looks away, he begins glaring at the back of her head.

He walks up and down aisles, giving each person a copy of Moby Dick. When he reaches my row he places the book on my desk and then moved on. Damn, this book is huge. It must have at least seven hundred pages in it. I skim through the first few pages and there are so many words, just on one page. More than I've ever read, or ever cared enough about to read.Once Frank is finished passing out the books, everyone goes silent and waits for Mrs. Stevens to give us further instructions. She sits on a stool in the very front of the room so we can all see and hear her clearly.

Mrs. Stevens licks her finger, then turns the page.

"Chapter 1..."

Notes

Here's another chapter for ya. I have to say, I really enjoy writing this story and I think I have some big ideas for it.


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