Cemetery Drive

Gerard, I am dead

I wasn't used to waking next to someone in the morning. I freaked a bit when I looked at Gerard holding me tight as he slept. He is so much like Jamia. Every time I snuck away from Zacky I went to crash with Jamia and this how I woke up next to her. I felt myself blush and smile a bit. I didn't think that in over 100 years I would feel something towards someone else, but Gerard is making that happened.

I want to pull away, but at the same time I don't. I just want to keep him close. Gerard mumbled something in his sleep and the opened his eyes a bit. He started to breathe heavy, so he pulled me away. Gerard began crying again and covered his face in his hands. I sat up and put my hand on his shoulder to try and calm him, but he slapped my hand away.

"Gerard calm down. It's me. Frank. I wouldn't hurt you." I said.

Gerard looked up, still shaking. I scooted close to him and hugged him, letting his tears fall onto my probably drenched shirt from last night's crying.

"F-F-F-Frank." He stuttered, shaking against me.

I ran my hand through his hand gently, before responding.

"Yeah?"

"I-I-I thought y-you w-were Bert." He said looking at me in the eyes.

"It's okay. Bert isn't here. Just me." I said wiping his tears.

"I should get going before my punishment gets worse." Gerard said, which worried me.

"I don't want you to go back to him." I said hugging him tight.

"I don't want to either, but I have no choice."

I sniffed, pulling away from him so I can see his beautiful face.

"You know where to find me." I sniffed.

He nodded and smiled.

I got out of my bed and led him to the front door saying goodbye as he left. I quietly and slowly closed the door not wanting him out of my sight. I can't do anything. He is going to go back to that abusive boyfriend of his and Gerard is going to get hurt more. I don't want him to get hurt. Especially because of me.

I smoked my cigarette where I normally do when I am at the Cemetery. I was puffing it fast since I was stressed about Gerard. His face will probably be busted when he walks into the mausoleum. I flinched at the thought of the first time I saw his face busted up. It was not a pretty sight. I turned around to the sound of sniffing coming from the entrance of the mausoleum. I saw Gerard, limping and holding onto his arm. I got up and ran to him.

"Gerard!" I panicked.

"We need to take you to the hospital!"

He really needed to. He had a cut across his nose and a busted lip. His leg was swollen and there was a huge gash on his arm.

"N-N-No. T-T-Take me to y-your place p-please." He cried out.

I obeyed and I gently picked him up bridal style and carried him out of the Cemetery.

"Stop moving Gerard. It's going to hurt more." I said to the squirmy boy.

"It hurts Frank!"

"Yeah I know it does." I said in a hushed voice. I don't like to fight with him.

"I can see how you would know." He whispered.

I finished cleaning him up, before I responded to him.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, raising a brow.

He pointed to the scar that's across my face. I knew he was going to ask about one day. I sighed and shook my head.

"I knew you were going to say something about it."

"What happened. There's a deep cut there." He said pointing to my forehead.

"There's also 2 going across your eyes."

The crosses on my eyes. I saw Zacky do that before he was panicking and freaking out screaming 'what have done'

"Why did Bert beat you?" I said avoiding the question.

He crossed his arms, looking annoyed, but he just sighed.

"Today is my birthday and he wanted to spend it with me, but his idea on how he wanted to spend it wasn't something I was interested in. Sex. He wanted to fuck me."

I went pale and wanted to throw up.

"Um. Happy birthday Gerard."

He smiled a bit and tried to stand up.

"Careful." I said catching him.

"Sorry I didn't get you anything. I would've if I knew your birthday." I said.

"Don't worry. You gave me a friend and I more than thankful for that." I smiled at him and helped him out of the bathroom.

"When's your birthday Frank?" I froze when he said that.

I must tell him.

"Halloween." I said.

"Yay you will be 20 by then." He smiled wide.

"No, I won't" It slipped out of my mouth that I didn't even think about it.

"What do you mean?"

"I have to tell you something." I said cold.

Gerard's eyes widened a bit afraid for what's coming. I helped him to the couch and helped him sit, elevating his leg on a cushion. I took a deep breath and sat on my lounge chair.

"I won't be turning 19 Gerard." I said.

"If you're 25 that makes since." He giggled a bit.

"Um, older." I mumbled.

Gerard's eyes widened from what I just said.

"I am technically 195, but I am stuck at 19."

"I am not an idiot Frank. Just tell me how old you are." He said a bit upset.

"Gerard, I did. I am 195 if I still aged, but I am 19."

"Cut the act Frank."

"Gerard, I am dead." I said quickly making it sound like a joke.

Gerard's eyes widened.

"N-No." He stuttered.

"I am Frank Iero. I am known for haunting that Cemetery."

"No, you're not! Don't lie to me Frank!" He began to cry, which made me cry.

"I am not lying Gerard. I am technically alive, but I died in 1809."

I got up to go sit next to Gerard, but he moved away, wincing at the pain of his leg.

"DON'T GET NEAR ME!" He yelled.

"Gerard, I wouldn't dare you hurt you. Remember what I told you when I met you. I said I will never intentionally hurt someone. I could never. I was killed and I dread the memory every day."

"I thought it w-w-was s-s-suicide and how d-do you r-remember it?"

I sighed and sat back in the lounge chair.

"My killer made sure it was a suicide since I was depressed and was in an abusive relationship with him. Everyone knew he killed me, but they were too afraid of him."

Gerard wiped away his tears and looked at me.

"I wanted to leave him, but he wouldn't let me. He started to abuse me when I met Jamia. He knew she liked me, but I didn't notice it at the time. After a while I ran to Jamia for comfort and I started to get feelings for her. I kissed her not caring what the hell Zacky was going to do to me. I cheated on him for a bit and he caught on, so he stopped abusing me, but he was smart. He led me into a trap and he killed me inside the mausoleum. When you enter it, you can see a dry patch of blood. Yeah that's my blood."

Gerard sniffed and nodded.

"He got mad that I couldn't have him so he killed me. That's the scar the on my head." I said pointing to it.

"I then was in the after-life with the love of my life best friend Lindsey. She too was killed by Zacky, but for a different reason. He killed her to tell Jamia to stay away from me. I watched from the after-life what was going on. My parents were devastated, Jamia was destroyed and her friends were there to comfort her, but they were highly upset. They were my friends too. Jamia left me the book you see me reading and Zacky came along after the funeral and said I got what I deserved. I was a ghost at the time so you couldn't see me. I dragged him to the river and I threw him in."

Gerard chuckled a bit.

"Lindsey sent me back here to Earth a bit after I died. She said she was giving me a second chance, but I wouldn't be able to age."

I left out the part to give someone else a chance. I don't want him to hear that part.

"So, the scars on your face are from him?" Gerard asked.

I nodded and bit my lip.

"You must have loved Jamia."

I nodded again.

"She meant a lot to me and it broke my heart to see the pain on her face."

Gerard got up and wobbled over to me. I sat down on my legs and pulled me into a hug.

"You deserved better Frank." He said resting his head on my neck.

I sighed and leaned back.

"You don't want to be near me anymore." I said.

Gerard got up and sat on top of me. His legs on one side my hip. Before I could question what, he was doing he sealed his lips to mine. They were soft even with them being busted a bit. They reminded me of Jamia's. I almost thought this was Jamia, but Gerard had a different feel. Like. This felt more right than it did with Jamia. I loved Jamia, but Gerard. I never felt this way towards Jamia after one kiss. Gerard pulled away and had a faint smile on his face due to his busted lip.

"Wow." I gasped.

"My lips aren't sore so I was able to feel your lips perfectly." He smiled.

I smiled back and leaned up to kiss him again. He smiled against my lips and wrapped his arms around my neck. I smiled too and put my hands on his hips. He pulled away and buried his head in my neck giving it a small kiss.

"I know I've only kissed 3 people in my life, but I got to say. Yours are the softest."

"I could say the same about you."

I hummed and kissed the side of his head.

"So, me being half dead isn't a problem?"

"No. It just makes me like you more." He said and looked at me smiling.

"Damn I like you more too."

Gerard grinned and pecked my lips. Gerard then buried his head in my neck and fell asleep. I smile and picked him up to carry him to my bed. The position he was in didn't seem comfortable. I walked into my room and sat Gerard on the bed. I took off my shoes and my shirt and crawled into bed. I didn't bother with the pants, but I can't sleep with a shirt on so I had to. Gerard got under the covers and cuddled with me close.

"You're shirtless." He giggled.

"I don't like sleeping with a shirt on."

"I won't be able to sleep now." I chuckled and kissed his head.

"Not happening Gerard. Go to sleep." Gerard let out a dramatic gasp.

"How dare you accuse me of that." He chuckled.

"Just your tattoos are so amazing."

"Why don't you get one Gerard?"

"Nah, I am afraid of needles."

"Too bad. You would look good with a tattoo." I said and smiled wide, looking at him blush.

"I am going to sleep now. Goodnight Frank."

"Goodnight Gerard."

We're in trouble in the morning.