Life on the Murder Scene || Gerard Way Horror Romance

24: 7 Doors 7 Bodies

Juliette's POV: 

After listening to the news story I tell everyone I'm going to bed. "I'm gonna head to bed early tonight I think." I stand up. "Awe, so soon?" Mikey says. "Yeah." I smile pathetically. 

"Not so soon." Frank says pulling me by my waist onto his lap. "What the fuck are you doing?" I try getting up but he's holding on tight. He eventually lets me get up after begging him and basically bribing him with breakfast. I get up and he leaves a slap on my ass, "Now go to bed."  

"Gerard! You're gonna let him do that? Mister I get jealous easily." He just laughs about it and gives me a kiss. "I'll be in bed soon, love you." 

I lay down and exhale deeply. I turn over and scream into my pillow out of frustration. 

Eventually I just drifted off into a deep sleep. 

*Dream start* 

After hanging out with some friends at a halloween party I decide to leave. I was pretty drunk and needed somewhere to stay. I kept wandering the street looking for a cheap motel. 

 I run into the parking lot and see a clown emerge from a sign ahead. He doesn't really speak tho,  just nose squeaks. I laugh, "Nice costume! Do you like mine?" I gesture to my nun costume. He nods his head yes and fans himself as a compliment. 

"Are they taking guests? I need a place to sleep." I hope he knows. I only see 7 doors which was odd considering motels usually have at least 100. He gestures me to follow him to the first door. 

1 

The clown opens the door slowly. I couldn't look at him in the eyes, I don't know why but I just couldn't. Before I could walk into the door I hear a blood curdling scream. I see Noelle hanging on a cross. Her body blood and naked. It was a gruesome sight. 

The clown claps his hands and the room bursts into flames. I can hear her screaming for God. 

2 

He leads me to the second room. I was too scared to move, I couldn't move. It was like I was no longer in control of my own body. The door opens and I brace myself for what I'm going to see. I see Gerard sitting on the edge of the bed. He has a knife in his hands, he starts to carve things into his body. 

He drops the knife and starts throwing up blood. It starts coming out of every orifice of his body. I start crying and all I want to do his comfort him and get him help but the clown wouldn't allow me to go in. He kept stopping me. 

3 

We get to the third door. I dread opening it. I don't know who is next and that scares me, it could be anyone that I know. The door swings open and I see Frank in hysterics. He's screaming, "LOVE ME JULES!! WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING LOVE ME!! LOVE ME JULES!!" Over and over and over again. 

 He pulled out a gun from a black bag and BAM. He lied dead on the floor. 

4 

Let's get this over with. The door opens slowly and I see Ray, I try to step into the room once again to save my family. There was a forcefield keeping me from going in the room. Inch by inch the room fills with a murky brown water. Ray swims to the door banging, begging to escape. There is nothing I can do. 

The immense guilt waves over my body. 

5 

There's only one other person that could be left. Mikey. Before the clown could even open the door, "Mikey...oh Mikey I'm so sorry. There's nothing I can do..." The door opens I see no one there. Where is he?? Suddenly he appears from the bathroom disheveled. 

He takes a pill bottle off the nightstand and puts every last tablet into his mouth. I'm glad this one wasn't as bad as others. 

I think I spoke too soon. 

Mikey starts arguing with an unknown source, is he hallucinating? Or is someone there that I can't see? Mikey takes punches to the face, his face now bloody and bruised. He keeps screaming no, over and over again. He was now laying on the bed hands pinned to the bed. A pillow floated over his face suffocating him. His body goes limp.

6 

Nothing can prepare for what could be behind this door. I'm hoping it'll open up and it'll lead me  to a happy place. Please let that be it. Please. 

I get to the door and all you can hear is screaming and yelling. The clown pushes the door open and shows my parents. Mom and Dad. Fighting. They won't stop yelling about religion, whether God is real or not. 

My dad kept telling mom God wasn't real and that God has never done anything good for them. He kept calling my mom crazy and psychotic. "FINE! FINE!! I'LL SHOW YOU FUCKING CRAZY DANIEL!" That's when she shoots herself in the head. My dad screams holding onto her limp bloody body. 

My dad takes a gun out of his pocket and holds it under his chin. "Mariah, you'll see. You'll see that I was right." 

7 

Get this over with. Get it over with. The door opens and no one to be seen, next thing you know I'm being pushed into the room. I try going back out but blocked by the forcefield I was unable too. Am I the last door? 

"Please let this be over. Please. Please. Please." I see that red headed, skinny, dead looking man I once saw. He appears out of the bathroom and smiles with sharp teeth. He takes out a knife, I start running around the room trying to break the window and make a weapon out of anything that I saw. 

I trip over the bed and entangle myself in the sheets. I meet my fate. A knife digs deep into my chest, turning and turning. I stopped breathing and expected to be dead but my soul was still present. Watching my body be tortured and brutalized. 

*Dream ends* 

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I gasp for air. My shirt is drenched in sweat. My hair damp from what felt like I ran a marathon. I can't help but cry, scream, wondering what any of that meant. It can't mean anything. I won't let it mean anything. 

"Jules what's wrong?? You're soaking wet!" Gerard rushes to my side. "I..had..a terrible...terrible dream. It was sick." I take off my top because it kept sticking to my skin. The others rush upstairs to see the commotion. "Frank, get me a towel." He rushes to get a towel and Gee dries me off best he can. 

"Jesus Christ what happened?" Ray asks. "Dream." Gerard replies. "It was more than a damn dream. A nightmare. It felt so so real." 

I explained my dream in precise detail. I couldn't leave one thing out, I'm surprised I even remembered any of that. "I know. I sound fucking crazy. I just want to be held.." Gerard holds onto me tightly kissing me on the forehead. "You're safe. Nothing can hurt you." 

I'm a lot more calm than I was. It was only 12 am. I don't even want to sleep, what if I dream again? I sat in the living room smoking, none of them left. They wanted to keep me company and make sure I was alright. 

Good God what a night.