I'm Just the Way the Doctor Made Me 'Completed'

Chapter 22

Gerard's POV

I knew I was dead, I hadn't wanted to go like that. I didn't want Them to take me alive but They did. I hoped They were fucking happy.

I looked about me, I was in a white room, slightly tinged with blue and it was fucking freezing and cold. It was so quiet, it was deafening how silent it was.

Then I heard the angelic voice that could only belong to one person, Frank.

"Hey, so uh.. I didn't know Gerard all that well. But I do have some things I knew about him; he was the coolest dude I'd ever met. He was chill, he didn't get worked up that much and I know how hard it must've been for him to deal with what he dealt with. He was so strong, and I really looked up to him. The day he uh... died.. he told me that it wasn't his fault, and that They, his visions, had done it. I went to Catholic school, I know about demons, demonic possessions. And they come in all different ways. I don't think Gerard committed suicide. I think that.. maybe there was a demon or demons that were inhabiting him, because he was so strong, he fought the voices and Them for years. And I don't know what happened. Sometimes I blame it on myself. He died a few days after my arrival and we got close."

It wasn't his fault! It really wasn't! It wasn't mine or his.

"I know, I bet Gee's thinking that it wasn't mine. That's what I keep telling myself... I want to promise something to Gerard. I promise, I'll never let Them take me alive. And I'll never let Them steal the lights behind my eyes. I uh haha I really miss him. He was the first friend I ever had. My family didn't care about me, but Gerard, he did. Now uh, I should probably wrap this up before I start to cry... I loved Gerard. I had hoped maybe, we could've had something between us when we got out. It makes me sad that that will never happen. And though you're dead and gone believe me, your memory will carry on. On and on we'll carry through our fears. Gerard... I fuckin miss you. You were my everything."

I was about to cry, Frank had really loved me, and I had loved him. Why did They have to take that away from us? Why did They have to take me from him? We were going to be happy, I would start talking again and we would talk all night along about ourselves and tell secrets and fall asleep in each other's arms. But that will never happen anymore.

They had taken everything from Frank. I was his everything, I was his only retreat. And They had destroyed his only happiness in a world of hate.

What if They came after him? What then? What will he do, he said he'd never let Them take him alive.. does that mean that if.. if They try to take him, he'll put a bullet through his head. I didn't want that to happen to him. I wanted him to die a natural death. But I knew They would be after him.

They would destroy everything that I ever cared about. Frank and oh god, Mikey. My little brother, he's only eighteen. He can't die, please not him. Not either of them.

I broke down and fell to the floor and the tears that had been threatening to spill finally cascaded down my cheeks.

"Hey, Gerard, please don't cry, I hate to see you like that. You're strong, come here."

I felt soft hands pick me up and pull me up to his chest. I looked up and saw it was Frank. He was covered in scars but he was still smiling at me.

"Th-They found you. Did They kill you?" He shook his head sadly and but his hand to his head in the shape of a gun. I gripped him and pulled him closer to me and cried a bit more.

"Hey, it's okay. I said I'd never let Them take me alive. And They didn't, and it wasn't painful."

"C-can I see your sc-cars?" He nodded and I got off his lap, his hoodie was a bit damp, he pulled it off and his chest was covered in deep gashes, he pulled off his sweets and his thighs were also covered.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I didn't want this to happen." He shook his head, "No, it's not your fault don't beat yourself up my love." He pulled his clothes back on and smiled at me.

He stood up and pulled me up too, "I love you, Gerard." He gently took my chin and got on his tiptoes. He pulled it closer to his and our lips connected. His lips were oh so soft and tasted like Dr Pepper.

Our lips disconnected and he stared up at me, he was smiling and I was too. "I love you too, Frank. And I'm so fucking glad I met you." I pulled him into another kiss, his hands went to my hair and mine wondered his body. He was small and delicate but I bet he had muscle, he smiled into the kiss before licking my lower lip, asking for entrance. I obliged and opened my mouth and his small tongue searched through my mouth, examining every bit of it.

We broke the kiss when we heard someone clear their throat loudly. We looked over and I wanted to cry, Mikey was standing there, also covered in cuts, he was smiling though, we ran to each other and hugged. My little brother had been taken by Them. I was almost happy since I hadn't seen him in years, but I was sad. He was dead to the world.

"Hey Gerard, Frank. Long time no see."