Cemetery Drive (COMPLETE)

This cant be real...

Gerard's POV
Numb.
Completely numb.
All I see is darkness.

I took a deep breath in. The strong smell of cleaners filled my lungs.  What the fuck?

I forced my eyes open to be greeted with blinding white lights. I quickly closed my eyes again. That fucking burned.

Well I have to open my eyes at some point to figure out where the fuck I am. I opened my eyes and this time I was greeted with white walls and floor.

The sound of a heart monitor was going off next to me. I'm in the hospital.

Why?

Why?

"Mr. Way? You're awake." A voice said from the door.

I looked over to find a tall(for a girl) Doctor standing there. She has a clipboard in her right hand and her hair was a soft brown. She looked like she was supposed to be working with kids not people in hospitals.

I nodded.

"My name is Jamie Black or Dr black. I've been taking care of you since you got here. Considering you just woke up, do you have any pain?"

Now that I thought of it my head hurt like a MOTHERFUCKER. My arms hurt when I move them too.

I nodded again.

"Ok. I'll give put you on pain killers." She wrote something down on the clip board. She went to the door again and reached for the handle.

"Wait.." My voice was raspy.

She turned and looked at me with a curious look.

I had so many questions running though my head. I decided to go with an easy question.

"H-how long have I need here...?"  I swallowed hard considering my throat was dryer that the desert.

Her face was a look of sadness but it quickly became a professional look.

"I'm sorry to inform you Mr. Way but you have been in here for 45 days. We were starting to worry you weren't going to wake up, but your bother had hope and demanded we keep an eye on you and not give up. Then yesterday while he was here your heart patterns got faster then starred slowing to normal pace that is a Sign that someone will awake from their coma. And here you are." 

I froze.

45 days.

I just nodded as she exited the room saying she'd be back with pain killers.

My head hurt so much. I need water but I can't get up because of this stupid IV.

The door opened revealing Dr black. She hooked up the pain killers and handed me some water knowing thy my throat was dry.

I thanked her and drank the water as she told me when i would be released.

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3 days later I was released from the hospital. Mikey picked me up and dropped me off at my apartment.

Today was the 7th day since being released from the hospital. Everything was going fine. I went to work everyday and did my usual stuff everyday.

I got home and put my stuff down on my desk. My desk was covered with art for a new project I'm working on called the breakfast monkey.

On my way to the kitchen I tried to remember what happened while I was in that coma. I can't really recall any of it.

All I remember is always being with someone. But I don't know who.

Someone.

But who?!

Ugh I need food before I think about this anymore.

I looked at the calandra. Toast is the 30th of October. On the 31st box was written 'Frank's Birthday :)'.

Frank.

Frank.

That's when I realized it. All of that was just in my mind and Frank is indeed dead.

Memories came flooding back. Memories of what happened the night he died. Everything. The details were still so vivid. The loud band, the fighting.

Everything.

I dropped to my knees in tears. Why Did it have to be him?! Why couldn't it be me?!

I need to take this off my mind but I'm not allowed to drink. Wait I got it.

I got up tears still falling as I grabbed my panic of cigarettes and went to the balcony. I sat there for 2 hours chain smoking just a bit over half the pack.

When I went back inside my face was stained with tears and my lugs burned. I felt relaxed though. Walking to my desk in my room I set down the cigarettes and went to the kitchen again. This time I started the coffee maker and went back to my room.

I flopped face first into the bed all I could think about was Frank. When I tried thinking of something else it would alway go back to Frank.

After a while I got up with tears in my eyes and went to the kitchen. I grabbed my coffee and went back to my room. Placing my coffee on the desk I sat down and put my head in my hands and just cried.

After a minute of crying I felt a warm feeling around my shoulders. At first I thought it was really weird but then it became comfortable and felt natural.

A pen was laying on my desk and I picked it up. I started drawing on a random paper set on the desk. When I was done with the drawing a wave of emotion hit me.

It was a drawing....of Frank. He had a smile on his face and he looked so happy. I couldn't look at it at the moment because it was too hard. The warmth on my shoulders disappeared.

It felt strange not having it there. I sat down on my bed and laid there. The warmth was back but was now on half of my chest. I was sad but I felt comfortable with the warmth around.

Sleep over took me fast. I woke up with Frank laying on my chest where the warmth was the previous night. What the hell. He's dead!

Isn't he dead?

He woke up and looked at me smiling.

"Hi gee."

"Hi..."

"Gee? I want you to promise me that you will never give up on trying. Never go back to drugs and alcohol....please?" Frank asked with a sad expression.

"I promise." I lean down and kissed him but I felt nothing.

Everything went dark then.....I opened my eyes.

It was a dream....