Meeting Deception (Gerard Way Fanfic)

Chapter One

I shot up out of bed, sweating and my heart pumping at a fast rate. Another nightmare, of course. This time it was creepier than usual. It felt so real.

I was sitting inside of a large library. No bigger than a gymnasium. The entire room was empty with the exception of a figure standing at a doorway. The bookshelves were all empty and there were two chairs in the middle of the library, surrounding a small table with various magazines, much of which were not of my liking. For whatever reason, I decided to walk up to the figure at the entrance. He looked very well hidden in his bowler hat, cigar, detective jacket and slacks, along with some fancy shoes to fill the whole mysterious look. As I came closer he looked up at me. I suddenly realized he had no face. Who was this man I am walking up to? He began to walk towards me also and as we both met each other's faces, he grabbed my shoulders. I reacted by kicking him in his private parts and made a run for it.

My surroundings were suddenly different. I was in a large dark hallway. The walls were grey, the floor was grey, the ceiling was grey. I saw a large shadow following me very closely behind, looking like a large monster lizard (no, not Godzilla if that's what you were thinking, though I doubt you even were.). The shadow's tongue slithered and it's lips formed into a devilish smile and began gliding on the wall as I sprinted away lightly on my feet.

It kept getting closer and closer to me as I ran through the never ending hallway. I began to see light in a far distance so I kept running and running to try and reach it. It just seemed like it got farther away from me though. Tears of pain and doubt trickled down my face and the wind blew it off of my face as I kept running down the hall for them to soak inside of the floorboards if the lizard didn't eat them away first. I kept running, the adrenaline kicking in, making me want to run for dear life. I knew I wasn't going to make it though. I wouldn't make it and I was going to die. The lizard would catch up to me and it was going to eat me and I would die. The light suddenly began getting closer to me. It looked as if the light was running up to me, instead of me running towards it. I began crying even harder with tears of joy, also surprised I could still function, my lungs working hard to keep me breathing as I was choking out my tears and running heavily down the hall.

The light was getting closer. I wasn't going to die, there was hope! As I moved closer and closer towards the light, everything stopped. I stopped, and the shadow had seemed to disappear from the never ending hall. I began towards the beam and saw another figure. This time, it wasn't a mysterious man, like the one in the library. It was an angel, well more like a goddess floating down from heaven. She wrapped a white feathery scarf around my neck and it dropped down to the left of my belly button. She smiled a sweet, genuine, and sincere smile and I smiled back. As she kept looking at me her eyes began to get full of horror as she fluttered away, terrified, yet gracefully back into the clouds. I gave the air a confused look. As I shrugged and began to walk off, a giant bat-looking creature had fallen onto me. It killed me.

And now I'm here. Panting, sweating, heart racing, terrified out of my mind. It's just a dream, I kept reassuring myself. Just a dream. Nobody is going to kill you, you are safe. I turned and faced Lynda. She was snuggled under the comforter in her bed. She was sleeping peacefully. She never got nightmares like I did. She found the good in everything. That optimistic girl. How could she be so sure nothing was bad? Maybe I'm just pessimistic. We were opposites. How were we friends? That didn't matter.

I checked the clock as it read 4:23 AM. It is too early for this kind of stuff. I winced as I sat up in bed, my neck aching in pain. I wrapped my bony fingers around the back of my neck and stood up to walk into the bathroom. I turned on cold water in the sink and splashed my face with it. It felt good, feeling to chilliness from the ice cold water seep into my skin, I splashed more of it onto my face as I got many chills from it. I didn't care, I was trying to wash away the bad dream.

I did this almost every night, though. Tried to wash the bad dream away. Maybe if I soaked my whole body in water I could get it out of my head and focus on the numbness of the touch of ice on my bare skin. I went into the kitchen and took out three large bags full of ice. I poured cold water into the bath tub, then dumped the ice cubes into it. I didn't take off my clothes, this was good enough. I stuck one toe into the water and shivered at the first touch from it. My leg jerked away from it, but then I put my whole left leg inside and then the same with my right. I sat down slowly and scrunched up my face to the coldness of the water. I didn't care, though, anything to wash the nightmare away.

I laid in there for exactly fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds until I heard Lynda barge into the bathroom. She looked even scarier when she was angry. Angry and sleepiness mix like oil and water; not well at all! Her eyes were bloodshot red and her eyebrows were furrowed together as she squinted her eyes, obviously adjusting to the light.

"Why are you in the bath tub?" she questioned, her voice hoarse.

I just stared up at her with a pained look in my eyes, trying to get her empathy.

She suddenly realized and her eyes widened slightly, just to a normal size. She sighed and sat down next to me. "You need to stop this. I know you think you're making yourself feel better by soaking in ice cold water, but it's not going to be once you get pneumonia," she stuck her hand out for me to come out. I grabbed hold of her hand and stood up, depending completely on her, for my entire body was numb. I leaned onto her body as she stepped towards the cabinet and took out a towel. With her arms wrapped around my waist, she pulled the towel out and wrapped it around me.

"Sit here, I'll go make you some warm milk," she said soothingly. With that, she left out the room. 

I began thinking about my dream again. Was it supposed to be something that I could relate to, something that was going to be in the near future that I had to react on right now? Or was I just out of my head, was it just nonsense inside of my head that made no sense whatsoever? I'm not sure what to think. I'm so messed up in the head that I can't get my mind straight, but then again, if I'm so messed up I could probably see things other people can't, so my dreams can actually be my reality also. What am I thinking, this is stupid. No way in heck am I that gifted. I'm just a mistake.

Lynda came in after my deep thinking with a small glass of warm milk. She handed it to me gingerly, grasping my hands to make sure I don't spill it because I was still dizzy. 

Lynda is like my sister. I love her. She's always been there for me, but I'm not going to get into any touchy situation for now. Just leave me to finish my milk.