You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ Nightmare ☆

I opened my eyes to an irritating bleeping, then gasped when I realised that Jadis was lying in front of me, on her white sheets. The bleeping began to get more prominent. Soon it became faster. Eventually, just before I could stand it no longer, it flattened out, into a single, continuous bleep. I exhaled, but caught my breath again when I realised that the bleeping had been coming from Jadis' heart monitor. Doctors and nurses surged into the room. They started performing resuscitation on my dead daughter. After they had become hot and sweaty, the elderly doctor, from before, noticed my presence. He strode over to me in dismay.

"No." I whispered as I took in his expression.

"I'm sorry-" He started.

"No!" I yelled this time.

"Hon! Are you alright? It's okay. Everything's fine. Sweetheart?" The same doctor said to me. I slapped him hard across the face for saying such things to me. The doctor cried out, but it wasn't his cry. It was a female's cry; Lyn-Z's cry

I sat bolt upright in bed. It was dark; late at night. Lyn-Z cowered beside me, clutching her cheek where my red handprint was appearing. After a few minutes of stunned silence, a light flickered on, and we looked up at Mikey standing in the doorway. His hair was all tousled, and he looked exhausted.

"What the hell's going on in here?" He groaned.

"Oh nothing unusual!" Lyn-Z replied sarcastically, "Just beating me up, of course!"

"I'm sorry, hon. I had a bad dream…" I mumbled, trailing off.

"Oh sweetheart! Are you having nightmares again?" She cried, wrapping her arms around me; forgetting her crimson cheek.

"Why are you worrying about me?" I yelled, making Mikey shush me. I continued quieter, "I just hit my wife, and Jadis is dying!"

"She's not dying!" Mikey told me sternly. "She can fight through this. There's nothing we can do for her. But we can help you, bro."

"I don't want your fucking help!" I flopped back onto my pillow, and threw my arm over my eyes, to black out the light.

"Gerard-" Mikey started. He had moved to beside my bed.

"Just go! Go away…" I mumbled, cutting him off. Mikey sighed, defeatedly, and wandered back into his room, shutting the light off as he left.

"You need to deal with this." Lyn-Z started lecturing me.

"Just let me sleep!" I groaned. "I'm tired!" I lied. Last thing I wanted to do was go back to sleep, in fear of having the same horrible dream. I lay in my bed, until the early rays of sunshine flittered through my window's blinds. My mind ran like water in a river. At one point in the early morning, I started sobbing to myself silently. The idea of my very own daughter being beaten beyond life, it was just too horrible. When the sun had almost fully risen, I finally gave into my heavy eyelids, and they slid shut. Lyn-Z had already quietly snuck out of the room, believing I was asleep. Unfortunately, I'd stayed awake toolate. My band mates, friends and family, all shuffled around the house, completing their morning rituals. Footstep thudded behind the closed door. One set of thudding paused, and the door creaked open on its hinges. The footsteps entered the room, and strolled over to my bedside, apprehensively. I surreptitiously squinted through my eyelashes. Frank stood in front of me, looking awkward.

"Time to rise and shine, sleepy head!" He said, with mock happiness, as he gently shook me. Groggily I stared up at him. My eyelids felt like weights. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, observing my, no doubt, shadowed eyes. "Did you even sleep last night? You look dead!"