Night Terrors [Frerard]

Suffer All The Children

this chapter is long as fuck but it's eventful and has decent plot i promise. also, im sorry that this was set to private

"...but you will shower later, of course, when everyone else does. Let's take you to your room."

The shower room was lined with showers that were concealed by thick curtains. The frigid tiled flooring reached through my socks and sent shivers up my body. The goosebumps racked my skin, and I followed Daniel out of the room quickly.

He started leading me down what I assumed to be the left wing of the hospital. We reentered the cafeteria, and he directed me through a hallway. There were hundreds of hazel doors all around us, encasing me and Daniel, and I felt waves of claustrophobia gather in my stomach. The walls were drawing closer; smothering me and leaving my body to fold in on itself in the limited space. The walls had hands, and they reached out to me as they became adjacent to my body. They seized my wrists and bound me to the carpeted floor as the ceiling collapsed: the crumbling pieces lodging deep in my throat. The fragments sliced my skin, fountains of the dark red cascading from my severed neck. My body was sprawled in debris and blood, butchered underneath the ceiling against my chest...

I took a tremulous breath as Daniel called my name.

"Gerard? Is something wrong?"

Terror paralysed my limbs as I was stuck midstep. I finally forced my suspended foot to the ground, my body free from fear's grip. Above me, the ceiling was still intact, and as I gazed upwards, the hospital lights practically blinded me. I took in another breath and tried to reassure myself. Everything was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was fine - except that it wasn't.

"No," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible.

I wasn't sure if he heard me. His pupils were still dilated in shock but he strode onwards.

We continued to walk down the corridor in reticence. The only sound that permeated the hall was the shuffle of our footsteps against the ground. The silence drowned the atmosphere, and my ears were ringing from the awkward hush by the time we had finally stopped.

He had come to a halt outside of a door that looked exactly like the others, apart from the small sign which designated that specific room as 'ROOM 182'.

He gave me a hasty rundown of the sleeping quarters; it was as if he could hardly wait to be rid of my presence. I didn't exactly blame him, and I didn't protest when he left me alone in the cold room.

The room wasn't that cold, per se. The diluted blue and distinct white, which I assumed was supposed to be a calming combination, only proved to make me feel as though I were sitting on a glacier. The bed and its blankets looked stiff and unwelcoming as if they had never touched another living body. The curtains hung rigidly and still like they were frozen in the glacier room, too.

It felt like the frigid tiles from the shower room earlier. In fact, most of my experience here felt like that. The waiting room, the office, and the car were all unwelcomingly cold. Or maybe I was the cold one, I thought. Perhaps I was sick. My stomach had been feeling very odd. It felt even worse when someone talked about Frank; it was like a tornado of rabid butterflies resided in my stomach at the mention of his name. It felt fuzzy, like car radio static, incoherent, but so warm and satisfying at the same time.

God, I was sick.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, if only for a minute, remembering when I had sat in my room after I had run from Frank. It had been after our first kiss, not to mention MY first kiss, though I was sure Frank had kissed plenty other people before. I had sat on my bed, and though it was messy, it had comfortable blankets that didn't smell like chemicals. I had turned on my laptop, and the memory registered clearly in my mind. I'm not sure how I had forgotten it.