Life on the Murder Scene || Gerard Way Horror Romance

6: Life Is But a Dream For The Dead

* A lot of this chapter will be a dream so I will make it known when the dream has started & ended * ENJOY !! 

* Dream Starts * 

Also TW for gore. 

I find myself walking the same trail as Gerard and I walked to get to the giant black gate. It was dark, the darkness was vast, there was little to no light. The only light was the red candles guiding me to the gate. Various bones and brush messily placed around the candles. 

I get to the gate and climb through the bars to now being in the neighborhood Gerard and I were in. This time it looked like it had been lived in, no broken windows, no boarded up doors, no graffiti, nothing. The street lights are the only thing that are on. 

I find myself swallowing my spit a lot, my throat feels so dry that I thought I swallowed a thousand tiny razor blades. As I walk myself slowly down the barren street I see a shadow in the distance. My first thought is that it's Gerard so I try calling out for him. My voice sounds terrible, suddenly  I feel my mouth fill with a mysterious liquid. I choke slightly on it and spit on the ground. 

It's red. I am vomiting blood. Oh My God. 

Panic sets in. I'm now sweating profusely and my legs are weak. I start walking down the street but picking up my pace just hoping to God I'd run into someone. Staring at the shadow down the  road it seems as if it's only getting further. I fall. 

"ow..ow.." Is all I could say as I sit face down on the ground. My knees now scraped and bleeding. I turn to see what I tripped over. My jaw drops with blood still occasionally dribbling out of my mouth. It's a person. I hurriedly turn them over on their back hoping to still see if they're breathing so I can get us both help.

My breath heavy, panicky, gasping for air at some points. I cover my mouth with my hands to see a persons face with no eye balls, no teeth, throat cut. It was disturbing and immediately made me nauseous. I kept repeating to myself in my head I can't throw up. I can't. 

I get up hastily and suddenly around me the bodies are everywhere, the more I walk the more bodies there are. Tears trickle down my face and a frown can't even describe my facial expressions. The scenery of the houses around just get worse. Buildings on fire, abandoned, tore down, it was hellish. 

I look down to my feet, shoes now covered in blood and every step I take I'm stepping on someones chest, back, or face. I try to scream but more blood just comes out. I step on one particular body and I hear the skull crack. My foot now in their head. "Oy my god." Is all I managed to get out of me. It was quiet but it was still something. 

I pull my foot out now soaked in blood and bits of flesh. I vomit everywhere at the sight. I wipe my mouth and continue walking. As I walk the bodies dissipate and I approach a mansion. It didn't look like Gerard's but it definitely felt the same. 

I enter the house and it's dark. Candles dimly lighting the halls and rooms that I pass.  I follow the path the candles made and I end up in a room that was well decorated. I look up from the floor to see a giant throne made of bones and animal fur. "What the fuck??" 

It's very dark so I pick up a candle and walk around the room to see what else I could find and see. To the right of the chair I see a smaller version of it, but theres someone sitting in it. I get closer to see Gerard, but he wasn't alive. He had no visible cuts or shots. "GERARD!" Has been the only thing I've been able to scream or say without being in severe pain. I sit down the candle and cup his face with my cold, bloody hands. I touch my face to his soaking his face in my tears. 

I look around more to find three other chairs. "Frank?" It was the same as Gee, no blood, no cuts, nothing. "Mikey? Ray?" I sit in front of the bigger chair, sobbing. Screaming. Begging to God for whatever this is to be over. I wanted my boys back, I wanted Gerard back. 

I stare at their bodies sitting in the chairs, with suits on. "WHYYYY!!" I scream. "WHY IS HE DEAD?! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE ME THEM BACK!" I scream making myself cough up blood again. 

As I sit there on my knees crying I notice the flames on all of the candles get brighter and higher. I look around the room and as I avert my eyes to the skull chair I meet eye to eye with the guy I saw at Gerard's house. My eye's furrow at his gaze. 

He stares at me, licking his lips. It was like a predator staring at his prey. "WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!" I yell at the red haired man who now had horns. I was furious at him. This was his fault. He is why I'm here. IT IS HIS FAULT. 

The man laughs, it was deep, demonic. "Romeo...Romeo..Where art thou Romeo?" Is the only things he says. The floor shakes. I called Gerard Romeo because my name was Juliette. He was my Romeo. 

The floor boards crack open and I am now falling in darkness. I try screaming for help but the darkness muffles my desperate screams. I let the darkness consume me. I make impact with the ground but no pain from impact. 

I wake up to find myself in the dirt, with my head laying on Gerard's chest. I open my eyes to see Gerard in a suit with a red tie and red rose. "Gerard!" I am overwhelmed with emotions, tears slowly leave my face wetting his suit. "No no no, Gerard you have to wake up. You HAVE to wake up." I saw between sobs. 

I look down at my own body to see myself wearing a black ruffly dress with red tool. I wasn't wearing that before but I can't remember what I was wearing before this point. I look around to take note of my surroundings, dirt. I look up to see the dark gray sky, "What?? Where am I?" I question. I don't know why I asked expecting an answer. 

Suddenly I hear foot steps approach, I see Gerard look over into the deep hole. "GERARD?" I swore he was in this hole with me. I look back down to see him laying there, no movement. His skin looks gray. The Gerard staring down at me didn't look like him. 

It was him, but you could tell something was wrong. He backs away from a second, "No please, come back, PLEASE!" I beg, full of desperation in my poor voice. He appears again with a shovel. I shake my head no profusely not wanting to accept my fate. 

Alive Gerard points his finger at me and I reach my hand up hoping for him to reach for it. Next thing you know I'm laying next to Gerard, unable to move but eyes open. 

He drops a bouquet of flowers into the grave. This unknown version of Gerard starts shoveling dirt into the grave. I felt the dirt hit my wet eyes,  it hurt but I couldn't do anything about it. The dirt piled up slowly but surely, the pressure of the dirt pushing down on me. 

Everything goes black. 

* Dream Ends *