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Cemetery Drive

Lunacy Fringe

Sweat running cold down my face. Leaving my face, a sticky disgrace. I flinch as I feel the cold metal of your rusted knife. The knife I never expected to be used on me. It goes well with my back, as if I deserve nothing but this pain. The way is scratches my spine, sending shivers through me. I deserve this pain. I deserve nothing but this pain.

I feel as if I’ve gone deaf rather quickly, than I’ve imagined. My screams must have drowned out everything. The scream I’m so used to releasing whenever I’m with you. The screams are rather too much, therefore my head collapses down as I finally see what you’ve done. I look quite BEAUTIFUL. The way the cuts and the bruises blend together looks, so BEAUTIFUL I would love to die looking at it.

Soon enough there’s nothing but a red liquid, spewing out of me. What is this? I miss the sensation of the knife in my back, the pain was better than what I am receiving now. I have become pinned to the ground. There’s no point on pinning me down, for how weak I am. I wouldn’t get enough strength anyways from my broken hands.

The rusted metal is once again raised, causing me to whiplash on the floor, from the agonizing pain of rust as it reaches deep into my stomach. Air was already a struggle to keep in, therefore this made me gargle on my blood making less air reach into my lungs. I had a rather sour taste. As if I was like a bad lemon, and no one likes bad lemons. People always throw away a bad lemon. I guess I’ve always been a lemon, to get this treatment. You’ve always called me a bad lemon anyways.

From me being able to keep my eyes open long enough, I was scared to see that you were still not satisfied. My intestines were wrapped around you like jewelry and you still weren’t satisfied. A devilish smirked appeared on you and I knew that this was it. Your blood covered hands went in and felt around inside me. You’ve played with my ribs for a bit, breaking them at the touch, from how fragile they’ve become from you.

You then found what you were looking for. The thing I would never let you have. You grinned wide and gave it a light squeeze. My leg extended as a reflex and it was quite painful to do. You got satisfied from my rather painful reflex. Both of your hands were on it now and I began to gargle on more of my blood, ready for what I have coming next.

“Oh, my beautiful Gerard. So frightened.” He whispered.

I wanted to whimper, hearing him finally speak through all of this. My blood was too much in my throat to produce any noise, besides a choking sound.

“I’m finally getting what I’ve been giving you.” He leaned in.

“I gave you my heart and I never got yours.” His thick voice said, with a gasp.

“Now I gave you mine, metaphorically, but I will have yours literally as a token. A token of your LOVE.” He shouted, finishing what he was saying and gave me another light squeeze.

“Oh, Gerard. If I can’t have you, then no one can. Especially not Frank!” He finished, ripping my heart out.

“AAAAH!” I shouted as I woke up drenched in sweat.

Frank got alarmed, sitting up and pulled me onto his lap.

“Gerard! Are you okay?” He asked shaking.

I failed to respond to him. I just shook harder, as I cried onto him. Frank, hugged me tight and waited patiently me to ease. I struggled to calm down. I’ve never had such a vivid nightmare of Bert killing me. I am terrified out of my mind. What terrifies me more, is that he actually would do something like that to me and I fear Frank won’t be there to save me.

I hugged the man I care so dearly for, harder than I already was. Thinking of my love not being there to save me from being murdered is heartbreaking. I think it’s more heartbreaking for them to watch, or to show up to see what has happened. My heart shattered thinking of this, that I buried my face into Frank’s neck. I don’t want that……

(Frank’s POV)

I sat there quietly, trying my best to soothe Gerard. What ever happened, shook him pretty hard. There could be many reasons for someone to wake up in such trauma, but for Gerard that trauma is Bert. He probably had a nightmare of him. It’s rather odd for him to have a nightmare of someone he hasn’t seen in so long, but how much Gerard got tormented by him I understand.

Gerard, seemed to have settled down a bit, so I began to lay down with him on top of me. Gerard tightened his grip from the sudden movement, but he soon let go a bit when he looked at me. His eyes were dead. Dead like mine. Whatever the nightmare was, made him dead like me. I teared up looking at him like this. I don’t want him to ever feel my pain and he is showing that he is feeling it a bit.

I cupped Gerard’s face to bring him close to me to kiss the top of his nose to help him get through the trauma. Gerard was smiling from the kiss and stopped shaking. I smiled, that I helped him settle down. Gerard, then sat up a bit to fix how he was on me. Once he did, he rested his head on my chest. I would’ve questioned this, but Gerard placed his hand where my heart is and told me to be quiet for a second. I’ve been feeling my heart a lot recently and I’m guessing Gerard has been hearing it when we cuddle.

“I love you Frankie.” He whispered.

I blushed, and my heart pounded in my chest. I knew I reacted like this when he had been saying it recently, but why can’t I say it back? I want to love him. I am so close on loving him, but I can’t bring myself to it. He deserves the best, but I’m failing to give him the best. I can’t even say ‘I love you’ back. It must be painful to not hear it back. I see why Bert went crazy when Gerard never said it back, but why isn’t Gerard going crazy on me for not saying back? Is it because of Bert? He doesn’t want to be like him. He doesn’t want to force my feelings. Shit this is what makes me like Gerard more, but I still can’t say it back.

“I know you do Gerard.” I finally say, running my hand in his hair.

The day has gone on and I’ve been keeping a close eye on Gerard. He won’t say what his nightmare was about. I questioned what it could be, but the only thing he didn’t deny was that it was about Bert. I mostly asked if its him running into him. I guess it was a whole lot worse than that, that he won’t say. I just hope Gerard cheers up soon. A sad Gerard in our home isn’t allowed.

I didn’t want to pressure him on telling me what caused the trauma. It doesn’t seem right to pressure him and especially for how fragile he is when it comes to pressure. Gerard makes my heart break at times, for how sad he can get and his sad past. I’m trying my best for him to stop being so depressed, but I can’t. I was pulled out of my thoughts, by Gerard who stood up and quietly spoke.

“I-I-I’ll b-be right b-back F-F-F-Fra-a-ankie.”

He was stuttering so bad, as if he’s seen a dead person- oh, right… I stood up and placed my hand on Gerard’s shoulder. Gerard slightly flinched and quickly turned around to look at me.

“W-Where are g-going to go Gerard?” I say losing a bit of my composure for how worried I am for Gerard.

Gerard looked at me for a bit. Nothing but sorrow in his eyes. All I can see was how broken he was from whatever his nightmare was about. I flickered my eyes to his mouth that dropped open slightly, seeming as if he is deciding to say where is going or not. His lips began to look pale and so did he. The pale lips must be from his mouth getting tried, but his pale skin must be out of fright. I remember seeing Zacky going this pale after he killed me. My eyes went back to look at Gerard’s sad ones as he finally began to speak up.

“T-T-T-To the C-Cemetery…..” He whispered, before looking away.

My eyes widened as I bit my lip. I was taken aback from his words. Last time he was at the Cemetery he almost killed himself! I don’t want to lose my Gerard. I wouldn’t want to live after I lose him. I wrapped my arms around Gerard and pulled him into a tight hug, as I let a few tears shed onto him. I held him tight, sniffing. Gerard pulled away, so he can look at me. He was crying too…..

“Please don’t leave me Gerard. Please don’t do it again….” I whispered as I went to hide my face into the crook of his neck.

Gerard gasped from what I said. I don’t think that was what he was expecting of me to say. Gerard then hummed and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and hushed me. He did his best to hush me. He ran his hand up and down my back and kept kissing the side of my head to hush me. When he succeeded, he began to talk. His voice was horse, but he was more composed than before.

“F-Frankie, I-I would n-n-never do that a-again. I promise.”

I pulled off and I pressed my lips hard against his. Gerard kissed back with the same amount of passion, with his hands wondering all over my back. There was no lust in this. It was out of pure love and just needing to know were okay. My hands wondered too but mostly stayed at his hips. When we pulled apart I kept my eyes closed as I rested my forehead against his. I was content knowing that he will be fine. I opened my eyes to Gerard, smiling. That’s the Gerard I always want to see.

“Frankie…” He whispers.

I peck his lips before responding.

“Yes, Gerard?”

“Come with me.” He said, linking on our hands together.

Before I could question where he was going to take me, we were already out of our apartment with Gerard holding the keys to open our door. Gerard then led me down the stairs, getting to the lobby, which is empty, which is good on our part. Before we completely left the building, I began to think where we were heading. My questioned was answered when we began to walk our usual path. Our path to the Cemetery. Now a normal person would’ve questioned why were heading to the Cemetery, but I’m sure Gerard just wants a smoke or wants to relax. I think he just wants to relax. Today has been stressful from everything that has happened to Gerard and well neither of us grabbed our jackets before heading out and they contain out cigarettes and lighters. I sighed and rested my head on Gerard’s shoulder as we continued our long quiet trip to the Cemetery.

We soon arrived and opened the creaky gate, that’s normally open, but to my surprise its closed. Gerard was also a bit suspicious of it. We both shrugged it off and continued to walk in. We walked all the way to the mausoleum, which I thought we were going to into. I didn’t think that anymore when Gerard lightly yanked my arm and directed me to a grave. I furrowed my brow to whose grave it was. I looked at it carefully and saw the faded name. ‘Michael James Way’ I studied the grave and noticed the stuffed unicorn on the ground beside it.

“That’s Mikey….m-my brother…” Gerard finally spoke.

He must’ve seen my confusion and must’ve been hurt by it. Gerard sighed and let go so he could sit on the ground. I followed his actions and set down beside him. Gerard rested his head on my shoulder as he gently rested his hand on the small grave.

“H-Hey Mikes.” He weakly spoke.

The wind lightly blew, and Gerard smiled. Gerard looked at me and told me that’s how Mikey communicates with him. I smiled and wrapped my arm around Gerard who then took his hand off the grave and rested it on my leg, before he continued talking to his brother.

“I b-brought Frankie, Mikey.” He smiled.

Gerard turned and gave me a huge grin for me to talk to Mikey. I smiled wide and nodded, before I greeted myself to Mikey.

“Hello Mikey.” I smiled.

The wind blew again, and Gerard smiled wider than he already was. I chuckled and kissed the side of his head.

“How has you day been, Mikey?” Gerard asked.

The wind blew rather harsh this time.

“I’m sorry Mikes. Wish you were here with me to make your day better.” He said rather upset.

Gerard continued to talk to Mikey, while I stayed quiet. I wanted Gerard to enjoy talking to his deceased brother, without being disturbed. I examined how much Gerard enjoyed talking to Mikey and how each wind blow is Mikey, like if the wind is hard, Mikey is upset, or if its light he is happy. The thing I found most intriguing was how Gerard was able to understand him. I was thinking it was because of a brotherly connection, but Gerard has some ability with the dead. How else was he able to interact with me, let alone Lindsey being able to connect to him? He has a wonderful ability. I think only Gerard can understand what his brother is saying. I’m dead and I don’t. I would’ve thought we had this dead bond, but Mikey’s spirit is up and about communicating with Gerard while my spirit is dead, well not so dead anymore thanks to Gerard. I will have to ask Lindsey why I can’t communicate with him. I turned my head away slightly as I heard the gate open, Gerard did as well and turned to see. We both saw nothing, so we both turned back to Mikey.

“Yesterday was fun Mikes and so was today and I would LOVE to come and see you tomorrow too.” Gerard finally said after the creaking of the gate.

“You were talking to Mikey yesterday? That’s why you were gone for a while?” I smiled.
Gerard’s eyes widened and blushed before nodding.

“That’s okay Gerard. Your brother means a lot to you, so its fine you got carried away.”

Gerard stayed quiet and nodded. I furrowed my brow and cupped his face, so he would look at me. He stared me dead in the eye when I did that. I got a bit suspicious from him acting like this.

“That is the reason why you took long right?”

Gerard pulled away from my touch. My tone of voice must’ve scared him. Fuck.

“Gerard, I’m sorry. I trust you, I just worry about you.” I said sympathetically.

Gerard swallowed thick and pointed a shaking finger to the unicorn. I turned to the dirty and slightly ripped toy. I got a wave of sadness before turning back to Gerard.

“D-Did y-you go and g-get that f-for Mikes?” I whispered.

He viciously nodded and curled up, bringing his knees to his chest.

“Oh, Gerard don’t be upset. That’s fine that you went to get that for him. That’s really sweet of you to do.” I said and cupped his face, giving him a smile.

Gerard kindly returned the smile, and stood up. He dusted himself off, before extending his hand out to help me up. I took his hand and got up. I gently lifted his hand and placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles. He blushed and squealed quietly. I chuckled and gently let go of his hand, so I could dust myself off. Once I was done, Gerard linked his hand with mine and said his good bye to Mikey.

“Goodbye Mikey, I hope to see you tomorrow. I love you so much!” Gerard cheered.

The wind blew, and Gerard laughed before turning to me.

“Mikey said that he’s keeping an eye on you if you hurt me.” I chuckled and kissed Gerard.
I turned to face Mikey and spoke.

“I promise you Mikey I would never hurt this beautiful man, that I get to call mine.”

“S-Shut up.” Gerard blushed, lightly pushing me.

“Never Gerard.” I said planting a sweet kiss onto him.

Gerard laughed against the kiss and spoke.

“Mikey said to us to stop being cute.”

I turned to Mikes and gave him a huge grin.

“I’m sorry Mikey, he’s so perfect I can’t handle it.” I said, turning back to Gerard who had a huge grin and was rosy from blushing so hard.

“Bye Mikes, hope Lindsey is taking good care of you.” Gerard spoke.

I gasped to the name he said. I knew Lindsey had gone into his mind once to tell him that fucking riddle, but how does he know her name, let alone know her and that she is watching Mikey? Gerard frowned to me not saying bye to Mikey, but he furrowed his brow, realizing that I have gasped.

“Why aren’t you saying bye to Mikey and why did you gasp?” He questioned.

“How do you know Lindsey?” I questioned, dodging the first one. Not really.

Gerard furrowed both of his brows now as if he was taken back from what I said. He then relaxed and pointed to the angel above the mausoleum.

“That’s Lindsey.” He began.

“She watches the entire Cemetery.” He smiled.

“Bert told me about her a few days after Mikey was buried, which is sadly how I met Bert.” He frowned, looking down, for a brief moment before looking back at me.

“The angel became very important to me after Bert told me she is meant to watch over the dead and I took that to heart, because I’m not always going to be with Mikey every second of the day and I was glad that the angel was here and is here to watch him for me, when I can’t.” Gerard said, turning to Mikey. He turned back to me and finished what he was saying.

“That’s why I drew her. Remember when I showed you the drawing I did of her? She means a lot to me. What is Lindsey to you, that you felt attacked when I first mentioned her?” He said seeming like an accusation.

I looked down, ashamed making Gerard say that and for getting him upset by it. I sniffed and looked back up to Gerard.

“I’m sorry.” I began in a whisper.

“I’m sorry for acting like a jerk.” I followed.

“Lindsey to me was my best friend.” I said a bit below a whisper, as I sniffed remembering what Lindsey said to me last time I saw her.

It’s hard to think of that night, I’m trying so hard to block out, because of this story. I’m doing this for Gerard, so it’s for a good cause. I took a deep breath and began to tell my story.

“Lindsey was my best friend and Zacky killed her because he was in love with her when he was with me. He wanted her so badly that he killed her fiancée, Pete. He only killed Pete because he got in the way when he tried to kill Lindsey.” I sniffed, thinking of the pain Lindsey, must’ve felt witnessing that.

“Zacky, then got annoyed and killed Lindsey.” I continued, wincing thinking of that.

“I always thought he killed her to teach Jamia a lesson, to stay away from me, but that wasn’t the case, from what Lindsey told me.” I said, scratching the back of my neck out of sheer embarrassment.

“Zacky began to feel awful doing that, that he came back to love me, but when he found out about me and Jamia, it led to my death. He just wanted someone to love him.” I whispered the last sentence, before I looked at Gerard, whose eyes got watery.

“The other reason why Zacky wanted to kill her was because her family were spellbinders and she was a quite powerful spellbinder. She unfortunately had a white glow. Only people who have witnessed death could see her glow. The only way Zacky knew about her powers was because he killed Pete.” I said weakly.

“Zacky then had a greater reason to end her. She was stronger than Zacky, which made it a challenge for Zacky, to keep his scary rep. He killed her, and many people knew he did and began to fear him. Those who already feared him, left town, because a few people knew he was going to have new victims, which is true. I was his next and final victim. Zacky didn’t kill anymore after me.” I said feeling heavy inside, telling this sad story of my best friend.

“I hope he got the death penalty and got hung.” I said, chuckling to hopefully, brighten up the mood.

“I never knew what happened to him, but all I know is that he is dead for sure now.” I said.

He kind of has to be dead anyways, it’s been over 100 years since I’ve died. I looked at Gerard and he had tears streaming down his face. My heart broke looking at him cry, so I pulled him into a hug. Gerard hugged back tightly as he sobbed onto me. I let him, while I tried to soothe him with my hand running up and down his back. Gerard settled down a lot quicker than I expected, but was happy, that he can compose himself a lot better and especially for how sad today has been for us.

“T-That’s s-so s-sad” He stuttered.

“It is, but it’s okay Gerard. She’s okay now and she’s proudly watching over Mikey for you.” I said giving him a smile.

Gerard, kindly returned the smile when I lifted his head up to see me.

“I hope that’s true.” He giggled.

“Trust me, it is.”

He chuckled and pecked my lips. I smiled and wiped away his tears that were starting to dry. I turned back to the mausoleum, to get a look at the angel. I don’t buy that it’s Lindsey, because it was built before she died, but it does have a resemble to her, so I give them that. I turned back to Gerard and smiled.

“Come on, let’s go home Gerard.”

He nodded and intertwined our hands together.

“Bye Mikey, I love you.” Gerard said.

“Bye Mikey, hope to see you soon.” I followed after Gerard.

Gerard smiled wide and we began to exit the Cemetery, going through the creaky gate and heading back home. Today was a long day…

(Bert’s POV)

I snuck behind a grave, by being an idiot, by leaving the Cemetery because Gerard was taking long to arrive. He changed his schedule so it’s hard for me to predict these things now. The gate was a good idea, though. It does alarm you to see if there’s someone new entering, but I’ve failed to test that when Gerard arrived, with this Frank fella’

It is rather annoying to hear them get a long and here Gerard talked to that dead shit over there, but I am getting some good information out of this. So, Frank really is the dead and he really is real. I always thought he was a ghost story people joked around, but apparently its true and apparently it had MY Gerard. I’m going to get Frank good, for stealing MY boyfriend. Y’know after hearing very well into this, that’s a very good idea… Let’s get messy…

"As lead rains on your bullets, can lead to your gun being loaded. Unload your gun, what's next can't be undone.”

Notes

The next chapter will be last, sorry not sorry.
This is my favorite story i've written so im like "FUUUUCK IM ONE CHAPTER AWAY."
Anygay, grab some tissues.
I did a major hint bomb and the hints are blunt and very long and specific
That sentence is also a hint.
Also Im getting back into The Used and i couldnt come up with a title and the song "Lunacy Fringe" went well with the chapter so i was like SNATCH!!!!
Anygay what is this weird format im using????
Anygay!!!
Good luck!!!
xojordan

Comments

@My-FluffFrerard
I'm glad you've taken a liking to my stories and good you know my struggle with marching band. I hope to update soon. Bye! :D

I love this story so much as well as the others. I'm also in marching band and volleyball at the same time too, so I understand! Can't wait to see more! :D

@Three.cheers.for.sweet.frerard
Hey it's fine don't worry, I'm sorry for reading and then forgetting to comment, fabulous chapter by the way. I'm so happy that Bert has gone, but just worried that he might come back. And I feel really sorry for Frank because he can barely feel emotions still. Great update though. :)

@The pink flamingos return
Sorry for responding late DX Either way it would've still had the big tension but not as big cause in the next chapter what I originally had planned was just a straight "oh shit he's alive" I do prefer the way I ended up writing it anyways. Anygay I'm glad you're looking forward for next updates. See ya soon :P

@Three.cheers.for.sweet.frerard
Oh, the alternative did sound good but I prefer the ending you wrote because of all the masses of tension that it built up before going: oh, wait. He's still alive.
I will definitely stick around and looking forward to the next chapter. :)