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Title: I'll find you when the sun goes black...I just hope you're still there (3/??)
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era)
Rating: PG13, maybe?
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this has never happened, blah blah blah. Normal disclaimer shit.
Author's Note: tell me whatcha think! Lol yay for characters with nightmares ;3 Sorry for the short chapter lol but hope ya like it :)
“Frank, what’s wrong?”
“Gee…I’m scared…” Big, watery eyes gazed at Gerard, boring into his very soul, mercilessly. “Hold me, Gee…I…fuck…”
“Shh, Frank. I’m here, shorty. I’ll always be here…” he soothed, wiping tears from Frank’s sad face with the back of his hand.
“Then why’d you leave before? Huh? You let them do this to me. You weren’t there for me, Gee.” Those sorrowful tears turned to ones of anger, and the soft, defenseless eyes became hard with fury.
“What? Frank, what are you - “ But then he saw. Frank’s legs were broken, his stomach had a huge gash in it. Blood was everywhere.
“Why’d you let them, Gee? Why? I thought you fucking loved me. I thought you LOVED me!” The teen screamed in Gerard’s face, spitting on him, hurling every ounce of hatred he could muster at this one person.
“F-Frank…I’m…I’m s-sorry…I d-didn’t know…I swear, I would have protected you…Frank…”
“NO! You fucking bastard! I HATE you, so fucking much! Get the fuck out of my life!”
Gerard’s heart plummeted to the ground. What in the world was going on? What happened?
“But…Frank…I-I…”
“I don’t want to hear it. Just GO.”
“I…I won’t leave you…I won’t…” Gerard watched as the bleeding teenager in front of him stood, a knife in his hand and a menacing glint in his eyes.
“I am going to kill you…” That wasn’t Frank’s voice. It was the most evil, wicked, possessed sound Gerard had ever heard. He didn’t move; he couldn’t.
All he could do was watch in terror as the person he cherished so much brought the razor-sharp blade above his head, before directing it with all his force at Gerard’s heart…
“GOD FUCKING SHIT-“ Gerard’s eyes were wide as he found himself sitting bolt upright in his bed. Alive. “What the…”
Frankie…
A shiver travelled up his spine as the dream replayed in his mind. It had been so vivid, so real. He let out a shaky breath, glad it was merely a figment of his, uh, rather active imagination.
“I wonder where Frank is…and I wonder why the fuck this god damn nightmare came back TODAY of all days…” He grumbled. Knowing he probably wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime after that - though it was only three in the morning - Gerard decided he better make some coffee. Maybe it’d calm his nerves.
“God damn it, tell me I’m fucking out…” He slammed the cupboard shut again, finding no traces of his morning “drug.” With a dramatic sigh he made his way to the bathroom.
“Why do I still have that there…” He thought out loud, glancing at the green and black towel on the rack. It said “Frank” on it in sharp block lettering. The towel he’d used all the time. Still not washed since the last time he was here. “That was years ago…He ain’t coming back, Gerard. Just fucking let it go, dude…”
But he knew he couldn’t. It was painful to see it just hanging there, of course. But it’d hurt even worse to throw it away, or get rid of it at all. The memories it brought both killed and healed him inside.
“I’m such a dumbass.” He chuckled sadly to his reflection. He’d lost weight, then put it back on, then lost it again so many times. His hair was greasy, because he hardly ever showered or changed anymore. Cuts littered his body - both intentional and accidental.
He was just a complete and utter wreck.
“Frank…isn’t coming back…And you know it, Gerard. You know he’s gone for good, for whatever reason.” He glanced at the skeleton glove on his hand, then back at his own face in the mirror.
“So…why the fuck are you still here?”
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era)
Rating: PG13, maybe?
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this has never happened, blah blah blah. Normal disclaimer shit.
Author's Note: tell me whatcha think! Lol yay for characters with nightmares ;3 Sorry for the short chapter lol but hope ya like it :)
“Frank, what’s wrong?”
“Gee…I’m scared…” Big, watery eyes gazed at Gerard, boring into his very soul, mercilessly. “Hold me, Gee…I…fuck…”
“Shh, Frank. I’m here, shorty. I’ll always be here…” he soothed, wiping tears from Frank’s sad face with the back of his hand.
“Then why’d you leave before? Huh? You let them do this to me. You weren’t there for me, Gee.” Those sorrowful tears turned to ones of anger, and the soft, defenseless eyes became hard with fury.
“What? Frank, what are you - “ But then he saw. Frank’s legs were broken, his stomach had a huge gash in it. Blood was everywhere.
“Why’d you let them, Gee? Why? I thought you fucking loved me. I thought you LOVED me!” The teen screamed in Gerard’s face, spitting on him, hurling every ounce of hatred he could muster at this one person.
“F-Frank…I’m…I’m s-sorry…I d-didn’t know…I swear, I would have protected you…Frank…”
“NO! You fucking bastard! I HATE you, so fucking much! Get the fuck out of my life!”
Gerard’s heart plummeted to the ground. What in the world was going on? What happened?
“But…Frank…I-I…”
“I don’t want to hear it. Just GO.”
“I…I won’t leave you…I won’t…” Gerard watched as the bleeding teenager in front of him stood, a knife in his hand and a menacing glint in his eyes.
“I am going to kill you…” That wasn’t Frank’s voice. It was the most evil, wicked, possessed sound Gerard had ever heard. He didn’t move; he couldn’t.
All he could do was watch in terror as the person he cherished so much brought the razor-sharp blade above his head, before directing it with all his force at Gerard’s heart…
“GOD FUCKING SHIT-“ Gerard’s eyes were wide as he found himself sitting bolt upright in his bed. Alive. “What the…”
Frankie…
A shiver travelled up his spine as the dream replayed in his mind. It had been so vivid, so real. He let out a shaky breath, glad it was merely a figment of his, uh, rather active imagination.
“I wonder where Frank is…and I wonder why the fuck this god damn nightmare came back TODAY of all days…” He grumbled. Knowing he probably wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime after that - though it was only three in the morning - Gerard decided he better make some coffee. Maybe it’d calm his nerves.
“God damn it, tell me I’m fucking out…” He slammed the cupboard shut again, finding no traces of his morning “drug.” With a dramatic sigh he made his way to the bathroom.
“Why do I still have that there…” He thought out loud, glancing at the green and black towel on the rack. It said “Frank” on it in sharp block lettering. The towel he’d used all the time. Still not washed since the last time he was here. “That was years ago…He ain’t coming back, Gerard. Just fucking let it go, dude…”
But he knew he couldn’t. It was painful to see it just hanging there, of course. But it’d hurt even worse to throw it away, or get rid of it at all. The memories it brought both killed and healed him inside.
“I’m such a dumbass.” He chuckled sadly to his reflection. He’d lost weight, then put it back on, then lost it again so many times. His hair was greasy, because he hardly ever showered or changed anymore. Cuts littered his body - both intentional and accidental.
He was just a complete and utter wreck.
“Frank…isn’t coming back…And you know it, Gerard. You know he’s gone for good, for whatever reason.” He glanced at the skeleton glove on his hand, then back at his own face in the mirror.
“So…why the fuck are you still here?”