|This is a chapter that I'm trying to write super fast so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm racing against someone!|
Frank's P.O.V.
*Dream*
Gerard and I are in the cafe again. They're eating salad while I film them through my phone. I feel very happy at this moment.
***
I'm on the ground leaning against the dumpster. Gerard is walking over to me.
"Help," I croak. He doesn't do anything. Pieces of black hair dangle in front of his face. He has his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and he seems to tower over me. My head hurts under the sharp pebbles of the ground. I feel so weak at this moment. Why isn't he helping me?
"Fag," he snarls as he makes a sour expression. His face morphs into a monster's. His eyes fade to pitch black holes and his jaw stretches wider than humanly possible. As he opens his mouth, his teeth sharpen and grow into long fangs.
***
I'm sitting on the couch next to Gerard. We're in her apartment. She giggles sweetly as she wraps an arm around my neck and leans forward to kiss my forehead. She's about to kiss me on the lips, but Bert pops up out of no where and grabs her by the waist and throws her into the air like a ragdoll. I'm terrified as I watch in horror as Gerard lays lifeless on the ground. Her neck is twisted at an awkward angle and I know there's no saving her. I gasp in horror and close my eyes just as Bert runs out of the room.
***
"I'm so sorry," he cries into my shoulder. I feel his arms wrapped around my waist in a hug. What is he sorry for?
"I'm so so sorry," Gerard repeats.
I can feel a warm liquid coming from his arms bleed onto my back where he hugs me. I can't do anything about it. I can't move. I just sit motionless as Gerard continues to bleed out.
***
"Frankie?" their voice is sweet. I'm laying on their bed pressed close against them. Gerard runs their hand over my side. Then, they press their other hand against the back of my head and bring their lips to mine. As soon as our skin touches, everything fades to black.
***
I have no control over what I'm doing. I hold the small, thin blade in between my fingers as I drag it slowly along the front of my stomach. Gerard appears from the darkness, her face filled with worry. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes are glued to the lines all over my stomach. My hand moves to make another cut, but this time on my throat. I hesitate before sharply dragging the metal along my skin. I can't breathe. The pain causes me to pass out onto the floor. Gerard rushes over to me and kneels down. She tries to place her hand over my throat to get me breathing again, but the damage is done. I make painful gasps as I choke and die.
*Dream over*
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