may i waste your time too?
Gerard sat outside of school drawing, just really anything that crossed his mind. The wind playfully ruffled his hair. Sometimes when the wind blew Gerard thought that it blew just for him. And even other times he swore that it whispered into his ears. His mother, however, said that it was just his imagination. Gerard did believe for a while I mean he did have a somewhat over active imagination. But weird things always happened to Gerard I mean once when he was two he had gotten locked in the car by his mom. But amazingly he was rescued by a passing locksmith. Then the time that he had wondered off in that amusement park. Somehow he got back to his families arms. He had chased a blue balloon back to them. Then the worst of all one night he had a dream that predicted his very own death. On Halloween he was going to die. And it held true. One day Gerard and his brother Mikey were playing in there backyard when Gerard tripped and fell and on an old rusty pipe. On Halloween he had gotten a fever of 106 degrees. He was brought into the emergency room. He knew it was true he was most likely going to be. He started thinking about the short life that he had lived. His injury that was swollen to the size of a ping pong ball on his leg hurt like being rubbed constantly with a rubber band. There was puss and blood coming out of it. He couldn’t really move it. Gerard was given oxicodeone by iv drop. A sign that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He fell asleep fast. Outside the room the doctors told that even though Gerard would be given clindmicen a very powerful antibiotic the infection would probably go septicemic soon and he wasn’t going to make through the night. When Gerard was asleep he dreamed that he was in a forest illuminated by a golden setting sun. he was face to face with a boy with a mess dark onyx colored hair and sapphire eyes. The boy smiled at Gerard. Gerard knew that his name was Bert how he knew he didn’t but that was his name. “Hello Gerard.” he said. “Hi”, Gerard muttered back. “Gerard as I already told you tonight you are fated to die.” That’s right Gerard thought this voice told him that he was going to die on Halloween. “But you don’t have to.” “What?” Gerard was not only confused he was also afraid that he was going to die but now this person was telling him that he didn’t have to die? “what can you do to make me not die?” the boy smiled again will I can bite you.” Gerard simply gave the handsome stranger a blank stare. “Like a vampire or something?” he finally piped up after what seemed an eternity. “Yep a vampire just like me all you have to say is bite I want to be one of you.” A vampire Gerard had always wanted to be a vampire but now he was getting his chance. “Bite I want to be one of you.” Gerard had said in a firm tone. Next thing he knew he Bert was sucking on his neck. Gerard thought to himself either he was going to become a vampire or these drugs rock.