Dark By Day (My Chemical Romance Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5: Dreams

So the dreams I had that night were what I considered, unusual. As in unusual I mean they didn't change since the orphanage. Weird. My dreams were about a rabbit and an eagle. When you think about it, the eagle always win in this scenario but this time they got together pretty well. They talked to each other, happy conversations.
"So, a lot of people say we aren't supposed to be together" the eagle told the rabbit
"It sucks"
"Why can't we all just get along? I mean, your my friend and your mine so what's so wrong about us all being friendly?"
"I don't know, I wish that too"
Then the dream took a dramatic turn. The eagle turned his back on his words and totally killed the rabbit and left the rabbit there, didn't even eat it. I woke up, sweat all down my back and Frank at the end of my bed.
"You started screaming in your sleep" Frank told me
"Whattttt! What do you mean?!?!"
"You started screaming, PLEASE VICKY PLEASEEEEEE I CANT HAVE ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE LEAVE MY LIFE!! PLEASE DONT DO THIS!!!"
"Wow, really?"
"Yup"
"That's terrifying"
"Who's Vicky?"
"My sister"
"Where is she now"
"I don't know. She left me when she was 18."
"That's sucks"
I got up and went downstairs. The guys were talking about breakfast. I didn't eat breakfast at the orphanage or Foster care because I threw everything up before I could make it to the bathroom. It had to be that way. I couldn't stop, except for last night at dinner.......
"Raven? Do you like pancakes?" Daddy asks me
"I..... I didn't eat breakfast at the orphanage"
"Well, have you ever had a pancake before?"
"No......... well except when I was younger."
"Well, your going to have pancakes for breakfast!"
"Kay"
Not to be rude but I threw that up the most. It made me bloated and I can't be fat, I have to be perfect for society. Society controls everyone. Even society controls itself. Scary, isn't it?
"Making Pancakes making making pancakes!" I heard daddy singing from the kitchen.
"PANCAKESSSSS" I heard Uncle Mikey scream at the top of his lungs
"Yup! Pancakes!"
I whisper over to Ray
"Ray, can I talk to you"
"Yea, of course"
"Okay, we have to talk in private thou"
"Okay, upstairs?"
"Sure"
We travel upstairs and I tell him about my eating disorder, my self harm addiction, my pill addiction, my depression, all my sad things. Ray hugs me in. His hugs are so warm and comforting. He starts crying.
"Raven....... I'm sorry" Ray finally says with tears in his eyes
"You didn't do it thou"
"I wish we could've adopted you sooner and saved you from all that nasty stuff. I'm so sorry"
He hugs me in tighter. I can feel his wet eyes on the skin of my neck. I hide my face in his fluffy afro.
"The pain is going away since you guys adopted me"
"I'm happy to hear that, Raven"
Frank busts through the door right in the middle of us crying and shouts.
"ITS TIME FOR- wait a minute. What's wrong????"
Ray looks at me for approval to tell him. Ray explains about it. Frank looks at me and hugs me in and kisses me on the forehead.
"Babe, please stop. I love you too much to see you go. Please just stay strong for me."
"I will"
"Please keep the pancakes down"
"I will"
I might've just lied. I dried my tears and made sure it doesn't look like I have been crying even thou I have been crying. I go downstairs, eat my pancakes. They are fluffy and tear apart easy.
"Taste good?" Daddy asks me
"Mmmh"
Daddy smiles. His smiles always make me feel warm inside. Uncle Mikey tells this really corny joke about this guy taking a chefs daughter out on a date.
"So, what do you do on the first date with a chefs daughter? Give her flour!"
So corny. I feel the urge to throw up. I tell Ray quickly. We go to the practice room where all the guitars and drums are and he lays me down on the couch. Daddy comes bragging in.
"What the heck is happening!!!!"
Ray explains to Daddy what's wrong with me and Daddy turns to me and cries. He fixes his red hair and hugs me gently.
"Raven, I had no idea. Except that one idea but that's a lot of explaining but do you want help?"
I shake my head yes. I throw up on the carpet. Frank, Mikey, and Bob come rushing in.
"Is she sick?" Bob asks
"Emotional" Daddy responds with tears
"Oh my Gosh..........." Mikey adds
I dose off. I can't wake up. I can never wake up.