The fear of falling apart (Frerard)

Chapter 4

I was in a room with padded white walls. I was in a chair. Gerard was there too. There were ghostly whispers, and fingers clawing at the walls. I must be dreaming. A door opened, and water started pouring into the room. Gerard was gone, I was alone. I couldn’t move, I looked down at myself. I was now bound to the chair. I tried to scream as the water reached my shoulders, but no sound came out. The walls started dripping blood, and I was terrified.

Then I woke up.

I shot up, almost hitting my head on the headboard. I was in Gerard’s bed again, my head hurt. I realized I was sweating. The pillow was moist, along with where I was originally laying. My clothes were soaked.

“Frank?” A voice came from below me. I jumped.

“Yeah, Gerard?” I replied, a little less shaken.

“Why the hell are you awake? It’s like four thirty.”

“My question is, why the hell you’re awake.”

“Its a little thing called inspiration and insomnia.”

“You have insomnia?” Well you learn a little every day, don’t you? Just...not always at four in the morning.

“Yeah, back to my question, why are you awake?”

“Bad dream... It’s nothing though.”

“Well it must be, you were sound asleep a minute ago, now you’re wide awake, what could be that terrible?" His voice calmed me down.

“Blood, padded room, big bodies of water, and being tied down.”

“I enjoy blood, I’ve been in a padded room once, I don’t enjoy them, big bodies of water, eh, I can’t swim well. And I’ve never been tied down, but I wouldn’t expect it to be all that nice.” The bed sunk in as he sat down on the edge.

“I don’t think I can get back to sleep...” I murmured, sitting up and making contact with his eyes even though I could only see a sparkling reflection of the moon in them. ''My head hurts really badly'' I felt like a five year old child, but I wasn't afraid to show weakness in front of Gerard. He makes me feel like everything will be okay at the end. It was weird. I felt like I've met him before, but I just couldn't place him in my memories.

''Yeah... you should change your clothes'' He got up and turned the light on. My eyes quickly shut from the shock of sudden brightness and I buried my face in the pillow. ''Sorry'' He chuckled and I groaned. ''You can borrow some of my clothes, that are too small for me'' I sat back up and rubbed my eyes. ''if you want'' He opened his closet and searched for some clothes.

''Why?'' I ran my fingers through my hair.

''Well you're still wet from the rain and you're probably cold-''

''I mean, why are you helping me?'' I cut him off, my voice sounding deep and a little rude.

''I-'' He looked at the ground.

''Why Gerard?'' I stood up. ''Are you just gaining my trust, so you can take advantage of me later?'' My head was still throbbing and I was pretty sure my eyes were getting watery. ''Use me?''

''No... Frank I would never-''

''Are you sure about that?!'' I was getting pissed and I felt like I was close to passing out from all the pain going on inside my head. All that people want these days, is to cause others pain. I don't understand it, but I know they want to hurt me in any way possible. ''Cause that's pretty much all everyone does to me!'' I screamed at him, a tear slipping down my cheek. His jaw dropped at my words and I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I was sobbing like a little bitch in front of a boy I barely know.