Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 7, Dreams

We all have hopes and dreams from birth. They define us. Mold us. Change us. A dream could change a calm, sweet human being into a selfish, hideous monster. Like I said, Hopes and Dreams of an individual can change the world forever and for me, a hope and Dream is a similar consequence. My hope is that I find someone who loves me equally as I love them. My dream is for Frank to love me. See, their similar right?

He holds me closer as our lips touch, his soft tenderness is so passionate, I want to lose myself into him compleatly. The sun reflects of his head making it look like a halo above his wings that should be there because theres no way he's human and that perfect.

His arms are around me and mine are his as our lips entangle forever.

"I love you" I mutter to his glowing greeny brown eyes.

"I love you too" we rub noses in the meddow with the long violet flowers concealing us from society. The sun is warm and the sky baby blue with a few odd clouds far away. This is everything I want and will ever want.

"Gee"

"Yeah"

"Gee?"

"Frank?" his voice fades away.

"Gee, I made breakfast!" I wake, blinded by my bedroom light shining in my eyes.

"Mikey?" I wake to see Mikeys blonde fading hair falling into my face.

"Yeah it's me, not some guy called Frank." He laughs while I cover my eyes with my arm. Mikeys got a Nirvana top on and boxers showing his long legs and strange knees. I dont want to leave my bed especially on a Thursday, but the weekend is ahead so there is hope.

"What you gonna to today?" Mikey asks while looking more at Taylor than I.

" I'm gonna start packing Christmas presents" I raise my spoon to my lips, trying to balance the milk and my cereal on the spoon. It's awkward at the table since Taylor arrived and her little news. She hasn't spoken much since the night Bob kicked her out, bastard.

"Taylor, are you okay?"I ask but she remains silent.

"Mikey, I got rid of the baby" She mutters sort of under her breath. I cant breath, how could she do that to Mikey, all he's done over the past 2 days is talk about his future son or daughter. Shit.

I look in despare at my baby brother who's sitting on the floor, sobbing hard into his arms. Taylor stands up and walks out of the room while I sprint towards him, my broken brother. His whole body is curled up, he was like this when we went to the hospital but it was too late. His tears litter the cold floor as I crouch to his height, bones clicking as I do.

"Mikey its-"

"Don't you dare say it's okay Gerard. She's killed our baby, my baby. Ever since mom and dad died, I've been thinkin' 'bout the future, starting a family and I thought this is my time. Maybe soon 't'will be yours" I lean on the counter and think, will I ever have a family of my own?

Mikey and I've been sitting on the floor for forever, not talking but staring into the table, blanking the world out. Taylors quiet tears echo through silent bare corridors. I fucking hate her but I feel as though I need to comfort her.

"Yah know, that baby was my dream Ger. I wanted to prove myself" He looks up before I tap his sholder and ruffle his mop of hair like when we were kids, that would always make him smile. This time though, it didn't work. I follow her sound untill I see her shadowy figure through a gap in the doorway.

Without knocking, I enter.

"Mikey I-"

"Its Gerard, Mikey's brother" she taps her bed signalling that I should sit besides her.