The Light Behind Your Eyes

Three

•Gerard's POV•
It was early in the morning, but we didn't care. We both fell into the bed when we got home, immediately falling asleep. We were both still exhausted from the events of last night.
I woke up to an empty bed, and loud music below me. It sounded a hell of a lot like one of the band's songs, so I went downstairs to check what was going on. (A/N: I think I forgot to say that Gerard had moved their stuff out of the trailer and into his house when Frank was at the hospital, as Frank didn't want to stay at his apartment just yet.)
I couldn't believe my eyes. Ray, Mikey, Bob, Frank, and... another me?
They must not have heard me come downstairs as we were playing, so I sat and watched for a little bit, trying to process what was happening.
So they aren't dead?
Was it all a dream?
If it was, why is there another me?
As I watched, I noticed something, their eyes looked... weird.
It must be shadows. No one's eyes are all black.
I was fine just watching them, but my body had other plans. I choked on my own spit, and started coughing way too loudly for them to not hear me. They all looked up eerily slowly, and soon they were all staring at me, pitch-black eyes. All except Frank. Frank looked terrified, (don't you dare make a forest fic reference) and he was chained to his guitar and the ground. His eyes had that light again, the one that looks like it's shining right behind them, and they were wide with terror. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and the bruises seemed to be getting darker, the cuts seemed to be getting deeper, by the second. Now he was yelling out in pain, he was bleeding out of god knows where, and soaking his all-white outfit. (Think of his Joyriding outfit)
Suddenly, every other member lunged at him. They started beating him, cutting him, hurting my Frankie.
I wanted to stop them so badly, but I was now chained to the ground, left resorting to screaming at them to stop.
Frank was in so much pain, I could tell. And I couldn't do a single thing about it. He was rolling around on the floor now, yelling out in pain, as the others had stopped, and were now watching him with wide smiles on their faces.
Frank's screams slowly quieted, and he stopped rolling on the floor. He curled into a fetal position, bleeding like crazy, whimpering silently. The alternate Gerard had the biggest grin, and it grew wider and wider, cutting into his face, showing all of his teeth. Wider and wider, now his jaw looked as if it was going to fall off, it was hanging by a thread.
"G-Gee... help-"
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't speak. The words were building up in my throat, but something was blocking them.
Frank's eyes rolled back in his head, and then he let out his last breath. I was screaming, but no sound came out. Tears were rolling down my face and-
Oh my god.
All of the others' jaws fell to the floor, and then they ran after me, dripping blood from where their jaws should have been. They lunged and  I prepared for the contact, flinching.

I woke up on the floor, shaking and sobbing, and it was dark. I heard someone screaming, and my throat hurt, like it was being strained.. Then I realized I was the one screaming. I stopped, panting now, dripping in sweat. I looked up to see Frank, his hands in his hair, staring at me with those famous wide eyes. I shot up and engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug.
"G-Gee, I c-can't breathe."
I quickly released him and tried to reassure myself that it was just a dream.
Frank must have read my scared expression, and eased me back onto the bed. He snuggled up next to me immediately, and started comforting me. He knew exactly how to calm me down, because the next thing I knew, I was explaining the traumatizing event that my own brain had conjured up.

I swear my boyfriend is magic. He knew the parts that stressed me the most, he could tell when I was about to cry again and comforted me so I didn't, I could go on about how amazing he is. When I was done recalling the dream, he just held me close and let me sob into him. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep again.

I woke up for the third time, and it was still dark, but I was fully energized. Frank wasn't next to me, and I smelled (idk if that's the right word to use or not but idrc) food. I snuck into the kitchen, where it was dark also. The clock on the oven read 3:22 AM, and it looked like Frank was making pasta. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him gently. He shrieked and attempted to jump away, but he couldn't. I let go of him and he turned around with an expression of faux anger. His bottom lip jutted out playfully and his eyebrows were furrowed.
"Gee, you scared me!"
"I know I did, that was the point."
I laughed and he just sighed and turned back around to finish what he was making.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" I asked with a horrible southern accent.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," Frank said defeatedly.
"Frank, you do realize that it's 3:00 in the morning, right?"
"And? I knew we wouldn't sleep all night, and I figured you'd get hungry, so I made you food!"
"Thank you Frankie. I love you."
I drew out the last word, trying to sound cute, but miserably failing.
"I love you too."
He mimicked my tone and the way I drew out the last word.
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After we had finished the spaghetti, we sat on the couch, cuddled, and watched movies until the sun came up.

Guys I know I said it'd be long, and I'm so sorry it's not. It's been a rough few days, and I haven't had much inspiration.

Did the dream freak you out?
Honestly it freaks me out what my brain conjures up sometimes.

~Your Holy Baked Good