I Must Be Dreaming ( Frerard )

He's with me everytime I fall Asleep (Gerards POV)

The last thing I remember hearing was franks voice. I couldn't open my eyes or move. I couldn't grip his hand back. I couldn't speak, it felt like my mouth was sewed shut. It felt like forever that I was just staring into the darkness, but it was only probably  a couple of minuets. Things got quieter and I couldn't hear franks cries anymore but then I started to hear a slow beep noise.

*beep* *beep* *beep*

Suddenly my hands didn't seem to feel so numb and I could clench and un-clench my hands. I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. I could hear voices but they weren't really clear. I felt someone gripping my right hand and I really hoped it was Frank. His hand didn't feel as big or as tough skinned like it usually did but maybe not all my sense had fully come back yet.

I kept trying to open my eyes and finally I felt my lids slowly start to open but to be blinded by a bright light. As my eyes flickered open everything was bright and blurry but at least I could see. Shit I really hoped I wasn't dead.

I blinked a couple of times now my eyesight being clear. I saw my Mum and Dad stood at my bed side, my mum holding my hand tight. A doctor on my left hand side and he was smiling.

"Hello Gerard, I'm Doctor Stewart" he greeted smiling still.

My mouth was dry but I managed to croak out an answer. "Where am I? Where's Frank? IS HE OKAY?" I asked frantically just wanting to know my boyfriend was safe and alive.

"Gerard sweetie, you were in a car crash on the history museum trip with the school" my mum answered.

"I know, we were driving back from the museum and the snow was getting heavier but our driver was apparently an "expert" in driving through this weather. Then our vehicle skidded and a lorry smashed into us. That's all I can remember but where's frank? Is he okay?" I asked again getting seriously worried to where he was. I spoke so fast but just needed to hear that Frank was oaky.

"Who's frank?" My farther asked sharing a confused look with my Mother. 

"Frank? My boyfriend Frank. Short punk boy with black hair, shaved at the sides and a flippy fringe?, Frank!" I screamed puzzled as to why they were acting like frank didn't exist.

They still looked puzzled. The doctor had left us and said he'd be back later to do some tests.

"Gerard you've been in a Coma for the past month. The doctor said you might of been dreaming whilst in this coma. Did you dream about frank?" My father asked calmly.

"I don't know. I don't know what's real or what's a dream anymore. Are you sure you've never met frank? Like this is all just a big joke, isn't it?" I asked, my voice begging. I was begging that this was all a big joke and Frank would jump out from somewhere in the room.

"Gerard sweetie, Frank isn't real. You've never mentioned this Frank boy before and you claim we've met him? You've never brought anyone named Frank home before... You've never brought anyone home before..." My Mum said sounding upset.

"You've met Frank! We cooked you and his parents dinner and then we came out to you and you were all happy. Mikey and Kristen were happy too! Everyone was happy. I was happy, Frank was happy. I love him." I sobbed out loud, speaking way to fast but not caring if it didn't make sense.  Frank is real. I didn't just dream him up!

"I'm sorry Gerard. Frank isn't real. None of this ever happened." My father stated truthfully. "I'll phone the school up now and ask if a boy named Frank was on the trip if you want?" He offered smiling.

"Please! Yes please thank you!" I smiled. Even if Me and Frank were just a dream, Frank may still be real. He could of been on the trip. I couldn't remember anything from the real trip but maybe I had met Frank and we had become really good friends and stayed together whilst at the museum and in New York. Dreams are usually generated by events real life aren't they? So maybe Frank is real...

*3 Years later*

"Hello Gerard" smiled my therapist. Her name was Katie. I had been seeing her since a couple of months after I woke up from my coma. My dad called the school asking if a boy named Frank Iero had been on the history trip. A boy named Frank Iero didn't even exist in the school. I then spent the next couple of weeks searching. I searched the internet, newspapers and anything I could get my hands on. I researched his name, no one in America went by the name Frank Iero. I refused to go back to school, having a private tutor come in once a week to give me the basic Math, English and Science lessons. I graduated from high school. I didn't go to the art school in New York however I did take art evening classes. Most days I would just stay in my room looking for a boy named Frank Iero. I didn't eat for months making myself sick. I got put into a home. My parents said it wasn't a "mental hospital" but it was.They called it a home but it wasn't a home. My home was back in New Jersey, this felt like a prison.  Today's my last day here actually. After 2 and half years in the mental hospital, today is my last day.

"How are you feeling?" Katie asked.
"I'm feeling good, how are you?"I Asked but didn't partially care just had to be polite.

"I'm very well, so today's your last day. You'll still have monthly sessions with me just up until Christmas to see how You're doing in the 'real world' but You're more than ready to face it." She joked smiling.

In the hospital I learnt that frank isn't real. He was never real. Not all dreams are associated with real life. Frank was just made up. I created him in my dream whilst in the coma. The 'love' we shared wasn't real, it never will be. It will never be real in the real world. I learnt the different from dreams and real life, the hospital taught me a lot however they couldn't tell me whether this was really real life... Who knows maybe this "real life" is just another dream I've made up in my head.

"I hope so." I muttered.

"Gerard I know things are hard. We've talked about Frank. You know he's not real but please promise me you won't go out and still search for him. I know it's hard but you need to let him go"

Let him go. How can I let him go? I love him. Even though he isn't real I love him and he loves me. No real life or dream is ever going to change that. Of course they didn't know.

"I promise" I smiled. I then got up and walked out of her office smiling. I picked up my bag of things, I was now discharged from the mental hospital. Katie would always tell me off for calling it a mental hospital but in all truth it was, I was mental but that's okay. I'm Free, out in the real world.

I saw my Mum, Dad and Mikey all waiting for me. Big smiles, I smiled back at them. I could generally smile. I would go on and live my life in the real world. Perhaps finally go to art school and do some arty shit. Make something of myself in the real world. Possibly join Mikey's band because he mentioned they needed a singer and over the years my shower voice had improved.

I know Frank isn't real. Frank isn't real in real life. Frank Iero doesn't exist in the real world. However what they don't know is that Frank Iero does exist in my dream world and he's with me every time I fall asleep.

"I love you Gee" He said smiling up at me.

"I love you too Frankie" I said smiling down at him.

The End...

A/N: OOOOOOO AND THATS ALL FOLKS! KIND OF SAD REALLY BUT THIS IS MY FIRST PROPPER FAN FIC AND ITS DONE! IM KINDA HAPPY BECAUSE ITS BEEN A GREAT JOURNEY AND IVE SHARED IT WITH BRILLIANT PEOPLE! I REALLY HOPE YOUVE ENJOYED THIS AND PERHAPS STICK AROUND FOR MORE FICS THAT I WANNA/PLAN TO WRITE IN THE FUTURE!! STAY SAFE EVERYONE AND I HOPE YOUVE ENJOYED READING!!