Graveyard Games (Frerard) ~Editing~

Do You Remember?

(Gerard's POV)

Brendon was on his phone, googling the information I'd just told him. I was sitting on the couch, once again having my graveyard watcher on my mind. I shouldn't of let Pete get my backpack for me. I should of gone in myself, fuck my fear.

"Pete!" Brendon and I exchanged looks at the sound of Patrick's voice. We jumped up and hurried into Pete's room.

Pete was sitting up on the bed, holding his head tightly. Patrick had his hand on Pete's back. "...'Trick, my head..." He groaned, "I..." He scrunched his face.

I backed into the hallway before Patrick could notice my presence. It was my fault this had happened to Pete. I had put Patrick through all that. I felt like shit for it.

(Frank's POV)

I wandered around the cemetery, trying to clear my head. That G kid was still stuck in there. That little smile, that horrified scream... I paid absolutely no attention to where I was going and ran into a large above ground tomb.

"Damn it!" I yelled out, my eyes flashing black in anger. Not just for this, but for all the feelings and thoughts running continuously through my head.

"Are you always going to be on the ground whenever I leave you alone?" I heard someone ask. I looked up and saw Ray offering his hand. I grabbed hold & he helped me to my feet.

"Where'd you vanish to?" Ray asked.

I shrugged. "Just wanted to get out, so I took a little joyride."

Ray shook his head. "Talking back, joyrides, you are a rebellious one Frank." He laughed a bit.
I laughed too, although everything I was feeling was against it.

"Hey Frank..." Ray asked after a moment, "Do you remember anything about being human? Like, any parts?"

I looked at him confused. Being human? All I knew was tricking humans. That and these feelings this G kid was giving me...

Ray read my face. "So that's a no." He smiled sadly.

"Why? Do you?"

Ray laughed. "That's the whole reason I'm here Frank."

Ray was still very much human. He had barely been a demon, he still maintained so much of his humanity. He told me about how he was in love with a girl before he was ripped from the world. After he died, he had ended up a demon in hell, but he wasn't ready to let go. He kept his relationship alive, even through death.

But that, my friend, is not allowed.

He was caught one night, and not only given this punishment, but his love was damned. Her timeline was established and, any day now, fate would take her away.

"Love and pain are the last human emotions I have." Ray said, looking at his hands. "The best and the worst. How lucky am I?.."

He was sitting on a rounded tombstone and I was leaning against the above ground tomb. "Damn..." I whistled. I couldn't imagine that. It was insane how strict hell's rules could be...I mean...it's hell! How many regulations do you need?

"So...what's that like?" I asked. "I mean the human...feelings." I felt a bit awkward for asking.

"Pain is pretty self explanatory. Ray laughed, "But love..." Ray sighed. "Love is strange. Love is seeing details about someone and seeing how beautiful and unique it really makes them. Love is when you can't get them out of your head, no matter how much you try. They're always there..."

I looked down. I could feel that Ray wanted to stop talking.

His words stuck in my head though. Seeing details about someone and seeing how beautiful and unique it makes them. My mind flashed to G's drawings, and that little smile when I complemented them. When you can't get them out of your head. Since the second I saw him.

"It makes you feel..." I accidentally let the words slip out of my mouth.
Ray looked over at me. "It does." He confirmed. "Like no other."

I looked at him, then back to the ground. What had this Gerard kid done to me?

(Gerard's POV)

Pete hadn't been able to remember anything. I was walking home thinking about the last few hours.

Pete had woken up about an hour after we got him to his house.

"Are you okay?" Brendon had asked as I stood in the hall.

"What do you mean?" Pete had asked back in a confused tone. Brendon walked into the room and I stood at the doorway.

"Pete...do you know what happened?" Patrick asked, looking into his eyes.

"What happened?.." Pete asked emptily. His face just related confusion.

"Bro..." Brendon looked back at me. I felt guilt build in my gut.

I decided to avoid the front door method of entering my house and went straight to my bedroom window. Mikey would have too many questions that I just couldn't answer.

I felt responsible. I felt the guilt in the pit of my stomach. I climbed into my room and jumped face first onto my bed. I couldn't get rid of this feeling.

I screamed into my pillow. My graveyard watcher had stalked me through my friend all because I wanted a 'creepy' atmosphere for the Ouija. I caused this. It had started talking to me.

I felt a vibration from my pocket and pulled out my phone. It was a text from Patrick.

Thank you for being there Gerard, I really appreciate it~Pattycakes

I felt tears weld in my eyes. I threw my phone across the room, landing it in a pile of clothes in the corner. I shoved my face back in my pillows.

I'm sorry Patrick, but you wouldn't be thanking me if you could see inside my brain.