MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

ghost (part four)

(trigger warning for violence, death/mentions of death, ghosts/demons, crying, séance, and fire)

(so. you may have noticed that i've taken part four down. well, i've decided that i'd like part four and five to be one whole part because i feel like i rushes myself to post and therefore didn't write enough for a satisfying oneshot. in addition, these parts go hand in hand, so i'm just going to form them into one part.)

(by the way i'm really kind of sad i took the original part four down because ROTTINGTEETH_? your comments? immaculate)

(and now for the author's notes i wrote before i decided to combine these:)

(the original"PART FOUR" NOTES:)

(this is continuing from the canon rather than the extra fluff chapter i wrote last. i didn't plan on making any more of these, but it was requested by I_is_madness and i figured there was no harm in adding to the story.)

(on the other hand, if you'd like an alternative part four that roots from the extra chapter and becomes its own canon, i can work on that, too. if you would, please comment and let me know! i won't write it if i don't get feedback)

(in addition, if i end up writing enough of these oneshots to create a whole plot, i may bring these to a separate book on my account. but i won't make anymore of these oneshots if they don't get requested, so if you're interested, keep requesting!!)

(now, without further ado, please enjoy this kind of unexpected installment to the "ghost" series)

Despite my protests, Frank continued to protect me from the spirits haunting my soul, tethered to my room. Sometimes I wondered if they, too, were trapped, much like I felt like I was on the inside, but it's not like they were forced to haunt me. They were tricksters, pulling cruel pranks and sparking fear inside my thumping heart. My chest was constantly heavy, and I felt like these demons always following me had fetters around my legs. I trudged through my day to day activities, paranoid constantly and asking myself if Frank was here to deflect any of the harm the ghosts tried to inflict upon me. But at the same time, I knew he was being thrown around too by these ghosts, and just by refusing to scare me every once and a while or talking to me in my dreams, they beat him and cursed at him.

A gust of wind came from behind me and sent shivers down my spine. Thunder cracked loudly like a whip in my ear, but it wasn't raining. I was indoors. I yelped. Ray looked at me concernedly, my brother raising an eyebrow in question. "Are you okay?" Ray asked. "You've been a little weird lately, dude."

I took a deep breath before speaking, trying to soothe the rabbiting heart in my chest. "Yeah, I'm okay," I breathed out. "I've just been kinda... uh, paranoid, recently."

Ray frowned and looked at Mikey, who looked back at me with sorrowful storm clouds in his eyes. I hadn't told him I'd been feeling paranoid, and I always told him my problems. But not this time. This was to protect him, like Frank was protecting me. I would die before Mikey suffered with me through this haunting; I wouldn't let it happen. He didn't need to know about my issues in any case. He doesn't deserve to get hurt. And what if these devils spread to my parents or Ray? What if they started infecting my schoolmates, and my teachers? What if they got to my neighbors?

What was their goal? Just to screw with me for some sick, twisted laughs at my helplessness? Or did they plan on taking over my entire city, just like the horror movies I used to love to watch? No. I couldn't let it happen.