Sing Me To Sleep

Chapter 6

I'm jolted back into reality-- or my twisted, comatose-induced state of reality-- by a sharp pain that seems to shoot through my body. It starts as nothing more than a meager discomfort at the base of my wrist before the excruciating pain explodes in my arm, traveling in a burning line towards the rest of my body. My eyes shoot open. Though I don't bother to focus on my surroundings, I take notice that it's dark. My eyes are instead on the flaring blue light that illuminates from my veins, moving at an agonizingly slow pace though the pain is now everywhere. I feel terror well up inside of me as my eyes follow the strange glow and almost piss myself when I hear someone's voice.

"It will be over soon," I hear the soft voice and my head snaps up to lock eyes with the skeleton boy. 

"What the hell is going on?" I demand, the panic I feel revealed in my voice. 

The white haired boy steps forward and his gaze drops to my arm to where the blue light travels through my veins, sending a white hot pain shooting throughout me. He reaches out his hand, his fingers brushing my forearm and sending chills across my flesh. His touch seems to ease the pain, if only slightly, leaving a cooling sensation behind. I swallow hard, about to speak again, just before another jolt of pain shoots through me. This time, I let out a cry and fall to my knees, my body seeming suddenly too weak to hold myself anymore. My eyes clench closed and my breathing becomes shallow. 

"Make it stop," I plead to no one in particular though the boy follows me. He drops to his knees as well and his fingers trail down my arm, finding my hand and intertwining our fingers.

"Look at me, Frank," He says in a quiet voice.

I don't want to. I just want the pain to go away. I don't have the time or patience to play mind games with this beautiful stranger, angel or not. But the ceasing pain where his hand touches mine makes me look up. He's so close to me, his eyes mere inches from mine as his gaze brushes over my features. I feel exposed again under his scrutiny but not like I'm vulnerable or scared, not like I felt when I saw him at the party. This time, the burning color in his eyes is like a warm embrace, comforting and sheltering. I suddenly feel safe and everything else disappears. The pain recedes, becoming a dull ache as it dissipates, dissolving into my my veins and fading altogether. 

My breathing slowly evens out, returning to normal as I watch the boy. I'm profoundly aware of his hand still wrapped around mine, fingers entwined. It feels so real. The corner of his lip raises on one side in a small smile but he makes no move to move away from me, for which I'm immensely grateful. There's a fear in me that if he moves the pain will return, but that's a minute worry right now. Right this second, I want nothing more than the body heat I feel almost radiating off of him, the assuring grasp he has on my hand. I feel so weak, I don't know if I could handle the feeling of lacking those things. I'm scared of once again feeling the emptiness that might overtake me when he moves away. 

"What was that?" I ask, finally finding my voice. 

"Your medication," The boy says, tilting his head to one side, studying me. "And nutrients. You're being fed intravenously while you're unconscious."

"Will it happen again?" I wonder.

The boy nods and I feel the panic begin to build again. I didn't want it to happen again. What if the boy wasn't there next time? What if it was worse? What if...

I feel the boys hand squeeze mine gently and my body immediately relaxes, serenity taking the place of horror. "I'll be right here when you wake up, Frank," He says. "I've always been right here." He wraps an arm around my neck, leading me to the hard dirt floor. I allow myself to be pulled down with him as he lays down beside me. His hand is still in mine, pressed together between our bodies in a shaky grip, while the other brushes through my hair, pushing some of the tangled black behind my ear. I let my eyes drift closed, focusing on nothing more than his voice as he starts to sing.

These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren't coming out
They burn 'cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there's a morning after
Though I'm empty when you go
I just wanted you to know 

I force my eyes open, needing to see this beautiful boy, but when my eyelids flutter open, I am alone. There's no boy in front of me, no figure whatsoever visible in the darkness that surrounds me. But there's also no lack of warmth, no receding comfort though I now feel completely alone. There's also no denying the pressure that remains against my fingers, the voice that fills the air around me. I know someone is here with me, maybe not in my mind, but with the safety of my body. So I close my eyes, letting the voice rush through me, filling me with the warmth I so dearly desire, and again fall into a placid sleep.

Song title; The World Is Ugly

Lyrics copyright to My Chemical Romance