The Soul Gem

Chapter Three: It's not a disease

       "Frank, wake up! We're here!" Frank woke up parked in front of a huge green house with a light gray roof and a large, healthy, green yard. He had been doing a lot of sleeping today, he thought to himself. The house seemed a bit mundane. He sighed and jumped out of the truck and headed to the back to start unloading. He grabbed a box and began making his way to the house. Almost half way to the front door, there was a blinding pain against his chest, causing him to trip and drop the box. He quickly grabbed the necklace and ripped it off and threw it to the ground. "Why do they make these things so painful?" He thought to himself. 

       Frank's dad was suddenly by his side. "Pick that up! Now!" he hissed. The scrawny boy crawled over to the grass where the gem had landed. he picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. He wasn't particularly proud of it but his own dad was too ashamed to have anybody know? His dad was just like the rest of them. Constantly shunning him, treating him as though he had a diasese. No, not like he had a disease. People would want to help him if he was sick. People didn't want to help him, they just wanted to push him off, away from them. Like being gay was contagious and they didn't want to catch the virus.

      He was absolutely sick of it! Why did people have to treat him like this? What was wrong with it? Nothing. But there must be something wrong with it if people were acting this way. Maybe he was diasesed. He was sick. He was disgusting. He was terrible. He was horrid. He was a faggot. Everybody hated him. He knew it. They really did and he felt it in the way they looked at him if they found out. He wanted to make it stop more than anything in the world. But he couldn't. Yet.

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       Gerard was sitting on his couch, thinking, when the burst of sizzling hit him again. He winced but tried not to show any pain.  Pain made you look weak. His people were weak. He didn't want to be one. He WASN'T one. His brother Mikey smirked at him. "What? Is your boyfriend getting closer?" He taunted.  "Shut up, Mikey! Like I would date a guy" Gerard shot back. "That gem says differently Mikey sang. "Mikey. Shut up. Now!" He yelled. Mikey didn't stop. "What are you gunna do?" He asked "shove your cock in my mouth?" He smirked. Gerard had had enough. He stood up, walked straight towards Mikey and punched him square in the nose.

       Gerard walked out of the house, past the "Gerard, why did you do that to your brother?"s and "Oh my god, Gerard! He's bleeding!"s into the night. Of course it was raining too. He was leaving them. Maybe forever, he didn't know. He was going to find him though. He was going to find his soulmate.

       Gerard didn't quite know what he was going to do once he had found him. He knew he was close though. From the burning sensation that had been going off and on in his pocket, he judged he was a few cities from here, maybe on the other side of the New Jersey-New York border. Gerard checked his pockets. He had exactly about six dollars, a lighter, and the gem. He walked to a train station and checked the prices. Three dollars. He bought a ticket to New York. This kid was probably a stuck up rich high class type of guy. Gerard couldn't think of any reason not to start there.