A Silent Scream *MCR fanfic*

4

I awoke far too suddenly, gasping for air and having to hold back a scream. Somehow, I remember my dream. That's the first time in my entire life. It's fairly unclear to me why I'm so terrified. That seems like a perfectly un-terrifying dream. Minutes later, my breathing has again evened out, and I lay back down, for at some point I had jumped into a sitting position. Right as I'm about to fall asleep, I feel Gerard's arm snake around my waist, and this somehow makes me feel calm again. I don't bother questioning my head's logic, especially in the middle of the night.

My alarm blares, and I thank myself for setting it, as I could easily tell I wouldn't have awoken otherwise. Gerard is still fast asleep, so I turn off the alarm as quickly as I can, not wanting to wake him.

I grab a blue shirt, green jeans, some combat boots and the leather jacket, clamber into the top of the jungle gym, quickly change, then hop back down again. I grab my food pillowcase, and open a can of peaches. Halfway through eating said peaches, Gerard wakes up. His hair, which I hadn't previously noticed, was a tangled mess, but managed to look cute. He yawns and, going along with what seems to be a theme, he's absolutely adorable. He mumbles something in my general direction and walks off, and I think I hear the word "meds" in there somewhere, but I can't be certain. As soon as I finish my peaches, I head towards school, backpack slung over my shoulder and earbuds in and blasting. Sneaking in is easier than I assumed it would be, and I'm able to take a short and cold, but effective shower before I hear someone, and have to remove myself from the building. My unpleasant shower took enough time that there are students waiting around outside the building now, chattering away to their friends, or being purposefully antisocial, or smoking.

The smoking student tugs my mind back to Gerard. He had said we were friends. Was that good? I have a tendency to be horribly socially inept, and can never understand boys, no matter how much anyone tells me about how they work. Stacey and Tracey arrive far earlier than usual, with panicked and angered expressions. They speed over to me and, saying nothing, drag me into the school and Tracey bursts out,

"We went to pick you up this morning, so you wouldn't have to walk-"

"And your entire house was ashes!" As twins, they had this odd trait where, whenever they were agitated, they finished each other's sentences.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Where are you living now?"

"Nobody got hurt, right?" I raise my hands in a mock surrender, signaling that I'll answer their questions as soon as there's enough air for me to talk.

"I kept it to myself simply so nobody would worry, or give me all too much sympathy. I'm currently living in this old abandoned playground, and it's surprisingly nice. I've been lead to believe that nobody survived. However, it's completely possible that they're merely in comas." Seconds later, I assume that it must be nine of the afternoon, as their eyes are the size of the moon. Scarily synchronized, they screech at me,

"A playground?!?!" I suppress a sigh, knowing I should've assumed that would be the detail they picked up on, not that my family was no longer existent.

"Yes, it's a very nice playground."

"What are you eating?!"

"Where are you sleeping?!"

"Where are you getting these clothes?!"

"Where are you showering?"

"Calm down. I'm eating primarily canned food, I'm sleeping under the playground in a blanket burrito thing, I got these clothes from the mall, and I sneak into the school every morning to shower." They share a glance, then Tracey whips out her phone and dials something, while Stacey reassures me,