Demented

He Deserves Something Special

Christmas was right around the corner and Frank needed to give Gerard a present. He had no fucking clue what to give him. He could possibly print something off the computer. He liked Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, The Smiths and some other stuff. But Frank concluded that wouldn't be special enough. Gerard deserved an extraordinary gift. Knowing he would forget anything that crossed him mind, he snatched a notepad and a pencil off Gerard's bed.

1. Print something off.
2. Make him a Christmas card. (A bit childish)
3. A blowjob (joking)
4. Ask him what the fuck he wants.

Number four was definitely the answer. Although a blowjob would be nice too. Gerard was doing something with his hair in the bathroom, so he decided to ask him when he was finished. He ripped off the used sheet and threw the pad and pencil back onto Gee's bed. Frank tugged on his pajama pants, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Gerard came out murmuring Black Coffee by Black Flag and jumped onto the bed. He lied down next to Frank. "Hey Gerard, what do you want for Christmas?"

"I don't want anything," he replied, scooping Frank in his arms.

"You have to want something."

"All I want is you."

Frank had a million butterflies throwing up in his stomach. Frank smiled into his chest. "But I wanna give you something."

"You're already enough."

"Awe."

"What do you want?"

"All I want...is nothing."

"There has to be something," Gerard argued.

"I already have everything I want. You," Frank said, returning the soppy romantic gesture.

Gerard giggled. "You sure you don't?"

"I'm as sure as you are."

"Okay, so we're not getting anything for each other. Nice start."

"Fucking fantastic start."

"Dude, i wrote more to this comic I'm working on. It's coming along great."

"That's nice."

"Yeah, I've had this vision for it for years," Gerard added, taking hold of Frank's hand, studying his scarred wrist. Gerard did that often. He just looked at them. Frank wasn't self consious about them around Gerard. He had seem them so many times. "Frank, have you thought about talking to Dr. Eston about your nightmares?"

"I've thought about it," he shrugged.

"I'm not telling you how to handle them, but I think you should. He might be able to help."

"Yeah."

" 'Cause they aren't getting better, they're getting worse actually. You're barely breathing."

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Well you have no choice. You're going to tell me," Gerard said all too casually.

"There's no point in arguing with you. What do you want to know?"

"The person you wouldn't tell me about when you said what the nightmares were."

"Oh." Frank decided to open up about this. He just needed a minute. Frank sat up and Gerard did the same.

"So?" Gerard asked impatiently.

"Give me a sec."

"Take all day if you want," he responded annoyed. Frank kicked him.

"Shut up! Give me a God damn second, for fuck's sake."

"Fine."

Frank took a series of deep breaths. "So, wh-when I was seven, I went to my aunt and uncle's house. My cousin, my other aunt's son came to visit too. Ss-o we were planning on staying there for a week. U-uh, one nnn-ii-ght, this man breaks in." Frank stopped. His eyes sunk in.

"Get it out," Gerard encouraged, patting his back. Gerard could really change his personality.

"Blood. So much blood."

"What do you mean?"

"He-he killed them in front of us."

"Killed who Frank?"

"My aunt and uncle were shot and the blood splattered on our faces."

"Keep talking."

"I could taste it. It covered my face." He stared blankly at the white wall in front of him. Not moving, just remembering. The fear, shock, the horror.

"Frank are you okay?" Frank didn't respond, he just grabbed Gerard's hand. "Breath, man, breath."

"I jj-ust can't think about it anymore. I-I-I shouldn't have survived. They shouldn't ha-have had to-to die," Frank stumbled out. "I could taste it. It got in my eye. Pool-pool of blood. And he-he-he-he just left. He left two little kids in a pool of their relative's blood."

Gerard hugged Frank, who was shaking. "You can stop if you want to." Frank nodded.

"I hate that night so much. I hate that man."

"You have posttraumatic stress disorder, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"You're really fucked up."

"I really am."

"We can be fucked up together."

A/N Hello. I am listening to David Bowie atm. I think I like his shit. YESTERDAY WAS CHRISTMAS! I got The Umbrella Academy, True lives of the fabulous Killjoys comic, black parade t-shirt, black parade CD, BVB poster, Damien: Omen II, Life on the murder scene, and I believe that's it. What you guys get?