Soul Stealer (1)

.Theres a thousand things I will not understand.

2002

January 7

"Wait, Wait, Lindsey I-I swear, baby, let me explain.." He slurred, stumbling over to his girlfriend.

She was in tears now, looking down at the floor, fiddling with her promise ring Gerard had given her. Once she felt arms wrap around her with the smell of alcohol, She let out a broken sob and ripped the promise ring off of her finger, throwing it to the floor and pushing Gerard away from her figure.

Gerard frowned, now on the floor, watching his girlfriend open and close the door. His breath stopped and reality hit him hard. Taking in a breath, he got up, trying to walk, but he couldn't, instead he just kept falling to the floor, bursting into tears, screaming out Lindsey's name.

Screaming, Gerard woke up, in tears and hugging his body. When he realized that he dreamt of his love, he cried harder, but he knew that he shouldn't think of it. If he ended up thinking about it, his actions would lead to things he didn't want to do, so instead, he got up and out of bed, put on a jacket and shoes, and got out of his home, making his way to the car he brought yesterday and started it, backing out of his driveway.

The road was blurry from his tears, and he didn't realize what was happening until he hit something that made a 'thud' sound. His eyes widened and he jumped out of the car, drying his eyes and looking at what he hit. He breath caught in his throat when he realized that he hit a man. Without any hesitation, he picked up the man and put him in the back seat of his car, driving to his house. The wierd thing was that the man wasn't hurt, no, he wasn't even bleeding.

Once Gerard got inside of his home, he shut the door, put the man on the couch and grabbed his phone, dialing 911. As he pressed the call button, all he heard was static, making him frown deeply. He kept on trying to dial the number but it automatically went to static. The lights in his house flikered, making him put away his phone and look around, his eyes automatically going to the man that was passed out on the couch. This man had a shit ton of tattoos, baggy clothing on, had short hair and even had a nose and lip piercing.

Geard sighed, running a hand through his hair and went to the man, checking his pulse, feeling that he was breathing normal. Gerard frowned even more.

It just.. Wasn't normal to get hit by a fuckin' car, not bleed, and just kind of...be fine, so it only confused Gerard even more. But the feeling of being watched wasn't with him anymore. And he didn't understand why.

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Sorry if this chapter sucked.

Huehuehue.

So thats gonna go down.

Well, guys, I wanted to ask...I was just wondering if you all want me to do that 30 day Frerard challenge shat...

I'm bored right now and I feel like doing something like that, idek why.

So what do you all think.?

It might suck, but then again, it might not....so yeh...I'm not sure.

Anyfuck.!

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