Please, Don't Tell Anyone..

Chapter Sixteen

He wanted to sleep,  honestly, but it just never came to him. After untangling himself from a still sleeping Lyn,  Gerard got up from the bed. He shuffled around aimlessly for a bit in the dark untill he lit the dull lamp and found his sketch book tucked under loose papers and art supplies on his desk. The charcoal and 6B lead pencil were picked up first by the noriettes long and slim fingers.

Gerard searched for a convenient place to start on his 4 AM sketch. He found one directly across the bed, put his back against the wall, and slid down untill he had his legs folded into his torso on the floor. His fingers flipped through the pages as he scanned his soon to be comic book characters, ripping out a few that weren't to his likeing and tossing them aside to aid the already forming clutter of his bedroom.

He huffed at the blank page, he knew he wanted to sketch and all, but didn't know what he would sketch. Suddenly, Gerard heard the figure on his bed have a increase in breathing accompanied by upset incoherent whimpering. He looked at the figure, saw the distressed face forming fearfull contortions, willing itself to wake up. But the poor thing couldn't do it, only continuing its terrified mumbling.

It was quite a beautiful thing to watch, though. How dare this frail little creature bring itself such agony? What was it torturing itself for? Gerard wondered and sketched the nightmare phase the creature was having. A slick sheen of sweat on the forehead. Eyebrows furrowed in sheer fear. Shadowed cheekbones in a dimlit room. Gerard was bursting with pinpoint creativity untill the figure stopped.

Its features turned into a calm, almost relaxed state suddenly. The breathing turned once again into a light hum. But it was no matter,  Gerard got what he wanted. The episode was documented in his sketch and he thought it was one of the best works he had done in quite a while. The creature dressed in lead, its features shadowed with charcoal. Perfect, Gerard thought.

He flipped the blank pages over the drawing and placed it along with his tools back on the desk in a heap, satisfied. While placing the items down he noticed the black charcoal dust on his fingers. Gerard went to the bathroom to rinse his hands away from the chalky remains. Suddenly,  he found himself in the mirror. Oh, hello. Didn't see you there for a minute. After Gerard was done greeting himself and brushing his hair out of his face he stalked to the figure on his bed.

It was a unsettling and beautiful thing, really,mesmerising almost. There was a empty space on the bed and Gerard went to fill it. He laid next to the figure this strange, interesting little thing. He wanted to hold it, feel it, know it was there. So he did, and it didn't stir or disappear surprisingly. See? See! I'm not crazy, you are! Gerard laid there thinking to himself,  almost fighting with himself. The thing was real, the creature, Lindsay.  And it was all his.

Lyn woke up in a cold and empty bed that morning. There was no Gerard and for some reason she was upset. Well, he did fuck you the night before and then leave the morning of. Honesty,  there was no real blame, it was Monday, so that was school and work for the other. She huddled into herself, trying to keep warmth and go back to sleep.

It was only thirty peaceful minutes of blissful sleep untill she had another strange nightmare. It was becoming too much, Lyn wasn't scared but annoyed. She looked at the clock to see it was already 12:40 in the afternoon. What was she going to do until eight when Gerard usually came home?  After a long and unnecessary yawn, Lyn got out of the bed to greet the cold basement bedroom temperature.

Goosebumps immediately traveled up and down Lyns arms and legs and she scrambled to find decent clothes, noticing she was still in her underwear. She discoverers her own clothes on top of the dresser and is excited to see them clean. Lyn also finds Franken Berry cereal on the dresser and gets hungry almost  immediately.