The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XXXVII:.

"Gerard Arthur Way was a gentle and easy going soul, he'd never mean to hurt a fly, kept to himself and spent his life creating imaginable artworks and attending to his adoring boyfriend Frank Iero who is sadly not here with us today" The man in a gown spoke with a sadden and sour tone as people around the room sniffed as tears streaked their faces. 

I sat there frozen at the back of what seemed like church and watch with wide and frighten eyes as I saw two coffins up front laced with ribbon around them as flowers were perched on top. 

One coffin had a beautiful photo Gerard smiling but when I gazed at the other I felt my stomach drop as my breath  got stuck in my throat, the other coffin was for me.It had a picture of my face as well giving a slight smile to whoever took the picture. 

If there was a coffin for me then why the fuck am I watching my own fucking funeral. As my breathing started heavier I looked beside me seeing Josh and Tyler with tears streaking their faces.It made my heart drop, I went to touch Josh's shoulder but he didn't react instead he shivered like a cold wind blew against him. He quickly interlaced his fingers with Tyler's giving his a tight squeeze as more tears rolled down his face.

"Josh!" I hissed but he didn't listen, I went to poke him once more but no response instead my hand went into his shoulder making me squeal and retract from hand from my friends body.

Then I moved to stand in front of them but they look directly at me as they were still staring up to the man at the front. Peering further around I saw Pete crying as he hugged Mikey. Mikey stood their with a sour face as tears fell from his broken eyes, he looked defeated and lost, he too looked like he had died and lost a apart of him but thankfully he had Pete. 

Turning around I walked down from the back up to the coffins but no one noticed me. My head started spinning as realisation kicked in, I was fucking dead and no one could see me, wait am I a ghost now. I mean I imagined being a ghost as a kid and thought it'd be amazing but it wasn't. I was cold on the inside and out, I felt light, like I was floating but a constant buzzing in the back of my head. 

"Frankie?" I snapped my head up as someone called out my name. Looking around the room desperately until a figure caught my eye. Standing at the back where I was at the door entrance was a pair of bright hazel eyes and coal black hair staring at me. Gerard stood wearing all white leaving only his coal black hair to stand out against the white.Looking down I realized I was in all black, like I was attending our funeral as he looked like he was attending a wedding or had officially passed on into the after life.

My heart beating a thousand beats per minute I ran from the coffins and down the aisle of chairs getting ready to jump in his arms. No one paid attention to me because I was dead, I was still in their lives but they could see or feel me but then again it just felt normal to me.

 I went to wrap my arms around my boyfriend seeing him stand there with open arms and a smile but as I got closer and closer things felt like they were slowing down, like time had disappeared before everything went black. 

"Frank" My eyes shot open before being blinded by bright white lights as a women stood in front of me wearing a soft expression. I frantically looked around and felt my chest seeing I was indeed still in the waiting room of the hospital. Relief washed over me as I tried to even out my breaths that were being cut of short. 

It was a dream.

It was just a dream.

I quickly gazed up to the women before standing up in a frisk pace before rambling out a thousand question to the poor women. 

"Where's Gerard?!"

"Is he Alive?"

"Is he okay?"