We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

The Ghost of You

Chapter Eight:

The Ghost of You

Frank's Point of View

I woke up to the sound of Gerard's light snoring. He's so cute when he sleeps; his lips part slightly and his hair splays about his cherub face. I sighed, I can't believe he'd end his life over me- the plain Frank Iero. It doesn't make any sense. I shook my head and got off the bed. The lights don't turn on for about an hour, so I wandered into the commons room. I'm the only patient allowed in there at night because otherwise I'd escape to do my thinking around the town. What can I say, rebellion is what I do best.

After pacing around the room, I found that I had ended up in front of the art room. Not many people in the ward liked to do art; the room was too small for their comfort. Actually, I think I'm really the only person that comes in here anymore. A piece of string that went from one wall to the other held up drawings and sketches and paintings of these visions I've been having ever since the day I met Gerard.

I remember the first day I saw him- his bright red hair piqued my interests immediately, and that's when my vision started fading a little at the edges. After I got my coffee, I had walked up to him, the vision in my right eye completely gone and the left starting to follow. He smiled kind of shyly when I said hi. Out of no where, I asked to sit down, and I got a better look at his sketches. One of them was colored, and it had looked so familiar- a man wearing a sharp black suit was turned a little from the point of view and had lemon yellow hair. Suddenly I was transported- where, I have never known. That first time, I saw a little house. A young girl and boy were playing out front, and that was it.

I still sometimes see the boy and girl, other times I just see blurry shapes. I've only seen Gerard in two of them. One was the night I went out for a walk and never returned, and the other wouldn't stop all last week.

I kept seeing him, falling off the old State Bridge, over and over. Slowly at first, and the faster and faster. He would walk lazily from pills, and then slump over the edge. I could never reach him in time. I thought I was truly going crazy, and I couldn't take it anymore. My memories served as vacant holes in my mind, only allowing the vision to bore its way through my skull. Constantly on edge, afraid of when I would see the scene again, I decided to jump off the same bridge as the man in my vision. I didn't remember who Gerard was until the hundredth time I saw him fall off the bridge, when I was actually there, preparing to jump myself. The way his body moved clicked in my mind, his hair was the same grimy black I last remembered. He had started slumping forward, acting just like the scene that had played in my head too many times. Making sure he didn't see me enough to identify me, I pulled him back from the edge of the bridge by his jacket, and waited with him until the ambulance came.

I was so scared he wouldn't care for me anymore.

So afraid he would hate me for being gone for so long.

Maybe I should tell him about the things I've been seeing.

"Start out small, Iero," I grabbed a sketch of the little girl and boy I did awhile ago, "I'll show him this one. It's simple enough."

The lights suddenly turned on, and I ran back to mine and Gerard's room before he woke up and realized I had disappeared again.

"Good morning Geebear!" I smiled and sat next to him on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes, "Why are you so chipper and cheery this early?"

"Because I have something to tell you!"

"Oh?" He looked more intrigued and awake now.

"Yeah," I handed him the rough sketch, "This."

Gerard grabbed the paper from my hand and looked it over, "Where did you get this?"

"I drew it Gee. I keep seeing these...these visions!"

"Frankie-"

"Ever since I first saw you, I've had them, and most often I see these two children playing in front of a house."

"Frank-"

"I mean, it's just crazy! These visions sometimes are just fuzzy and it kind of sca-"

"FRANK!"

I shrunk back, I hadn't realized he had said my name, "Wh-what?"

"I've had dreams like this."

I blinked, "Wait. What?"

"I said, I've had dreams like this."

"How is this possible? How could we both be seeing the same things and not ever know?"

"I don't know Frankie. This is odd, but at least we can figure it out together now."

I thought about all the papers in the abandoned art room, "Yeah, um. I think there's something you should see.."

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