MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

ghost (part two)

(trigger warning for violence/gore, death/mentions of death, and ghosts/demons)

I was sick for three more days before my feverish temperature was finally regulated enough for me to go back to school. Nothing really happened, other than the usual: Frank staring at me with white bed sheets over his head, blood, insects, snakes, et cetera. I didn't really want to go back to school, but unless I told my mom that I was seeing ghosts — in which case she would probably think I'm schizophrenic — then there was no way that I was gonna be let off the hook.

It was a cold, blustery Thursday morning and I was wearing several layers of jackets and a stripy scarf. I thought that they made me look stupid, but my dad shrugged, gave me a quick bro hug, and pushed me out the door with my backpack and I was on my way with Mikey. We walked down the street together and towards Ray's house. When we'd arrived on his front porch, we didn't even have to knock before Ray's mom flung open the door, squeezed Ray so tight we thought his ribs would be broken, and gave him a light shove towards us, sending him slipping down the two short stairs up to his house and walking down the path to the beginning of a nightmare that adults call "school".

Ray, unfortunately, snapped me out of my thoughts. "Gerard, do you think you'll watch 'em with us?"

I blinked and stared up at him. "Oh, nah," I said, unsure. "I think I'll pass this time."

Ray raised an eyebrow. "You always like horror movies."

I shrugged and quickly lied, in choppy sentences, "I just have a project I need to work on. It's due pretty soon. No big deal. Maybe another time." And then I looked back down on the pavement like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

I felt a breeze brushing up to me, which was strange, since the wind was blowing towards us, not behind us. I looked backwards, paranoid. Nothing was there. I slowly turned my head towards the front again, staring back down at my feet. Then I felt hot breath on my ear.

I internally groaned, but my heart rate went up like a rabbit being watched by a fox. It was Frank. I didn't want to deal with Frank's vague warnings and odd antics, but I was also afraid he was gonna make blood start dripping down my eyes or something.

"There won't be blood in your locker this time," he mumbled.

I turned to where he would be standing if he was visible... or human. I had a sarcastic smile on my face, as if to say, "Oh, so just cow guts and a bloody knife for today?"

He seemed to understand, because next he laughed tiredly and said, "There's not gonna be anything in your locker."

I didn't really trust him, but when I tentatively opened my locker, there was nothing inside. Nothing other than my school books and lame decorations, at least. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. For once in these two weeks, I was a little bit happy. I grabbed my math textbook, shoved my backpack into my locker, slammed the door shut, and walked with my chin up towards my first class. I had never been so excited for algebra in my entire life.

In the cafeteria, the school's spaghetti (which was only served every other Thursday) looked like worms. I couldn't tell if that was because the ghosts were trying to scare me or if they genuinely looked like that. I didn't care to find out, so I ordered a slice of greasy pizza instead. Even though I went to a private school, our cafeteria food was not any fancier than the average public school's. I sat down at my usual table — affectionately nicknamed "The Social Rejects' Table" by our schoolmates — with Ray and Mikey. They were still talking about that dumb thriller saga, so I zoned out into space until I could practically hear Frank's ghostly voice in my ear.

Wait, that was Frank's voice in my ear.

"What?" I whispered, not having caught what Frank just told me.