Blood On Her Hands.
Wishes.
I stood there staring at my own lifeless body.
This is not true!
I'm dreaming.
Let go of this dream!
Wake up. I slapped my self.
None of this is true.
Slap.
Wake up.
Slap.
You're just dreaming.
Slap.
You can't be dead.
Slap.
And it started to sting.
I can't be dead.
No.
My knees weaken and I fell onto the floor.
Silent tears fell.
I noticed a guy with beautiful long black hair, coming up to me.
I looked up as he kneeled next to me.
"Gerard.." I sob.
He's kneeling at my side and staring straight into me.
"Gerard..I..tell me I'm not dead. You can see me, right?"
"GERARD!" I screamed.
His tearful hazel eyes were fixed on me.
Tears started to roll on his cheeks.
"Why?" He cried.
I lifted my hands and touched his cheeks.
And it went through.
No.
I tried it again, but I failed.
I was like a fog.
An air.
A ghost.
I stood up and my body went through his.
No one can hear me.
No one can see me.
I can't touch them.
I'm dead.
Am I?
I stared back to the lifeless corpse in my bed.
My lifeless corpse.
-Gerard's POV-
"Why?" I cried.
I stood up and ran as fast as I could out of the room.
I slipped quietly inside my room and let myself fell on bed.
Haley.
My sweet Haley is dead.
But why?
She said she was happy.
With me, the crew, and our baby.
She said she loved being with me and raising our child together.
But why did she do this?
We're both young, but we decided to keep the child and live together.
Away from our parents.
We were happy.
At least that's what I saw.
She was happy.
With me. With Louise.
But why on Earth would she do this?
I know she used to be depressed, but that's when I left her.
That was three years ago.
When I was confused on our situation.
I am 18.
I'm graduating that year, then I was planning to got to college.
Then have a normal life.
But then I can't take it.
I can't leave her alone, with our baby.
Louise was our responsibility.
We weren't drunk or stoned.
We wanted what happened to us that night.
And I must face the consequences.
We decided to ignore our parents option of abortion.
We packed our belongings and ran away.
Luckily, our friends kept us.
Or we'd be like Mary, Joseph and Jesus.
We survived three years together.
I finished high school and got three different jobs.
While she continued her Junior year.
Then senior.
Then she graduated.
She decided to stay home and look after Louise.
And be the mother of the house.
She cooked for us.
And she was happy.
I was happy.
All of us were.
Frank, Liz, Mikey, Ray, Jess.
Me and Louise.
But why would she end her life?
Because this year I planned to continue to college?
No. She was the one who suggested it would help.
So why?
I can't think of anything at all.
Not a thing.
She's sick of our life?
Maybe.
But her eyes sang in happiness.
Her eyes never lied.
She can't.
Why would she?
Why?
Before I noticed, I was rapidly drifting to unconsciousness.
I woke up to a loud pounding that sounded like fists against my door.
I sat up, blinking at the door, trying to absorb what's happening.
"Gerard! What the fuck!" Someone screamed.
They were anxious. "Gerard, open the fucking door now!"
Mad?
There were too many noises outside.
I just wanna stay here inside.
Who knows what's outside?
Maybe there's a flesh-eating space bunny outside that would wanna to torture me to death.
Or maybe killer pixies.
What the fuck.
Then the pounding became banging.
Like my door was being hit by something hard.
"Gerard Arthur fucking Way! Don't do—
The one person screaming stopped.
Like he can't breath.
—don't do this to us!" It continued.
What the hell?
I'm just hiding from the wickedness behind my door.
Don't do what?
I'm just trying to make my life longer.
The frame of the door started moving along with the pounding.
Like it's going to burst open.
Oh shit!
The space bunny...must hide.
I pulled the covers up to my head and ducked.
Fuck.
Then the next thing I knew was a loud blowing noise came then followed by the sound of something hard and heavy against the floor.
Then screaming.
Then streams of profanities addressed to me.
"Gerard, you don't dare do that! You fucking—What the fuck are you doing?"
I felt hands tugging and pulling the sheets of my protection.
I pulled it from them.
"Gerard..are you like okay?"
Okay?
Are you like insane?
There's a possessed flesh-eating space bunny outside and now—
The sheets protecting me was pulled away.
Five people were staring at me.
"What the fuck! There's a killer space bunny outside my door & demonic pixies and it's gonna torture us to death. Us all!" I barked.
Five jaw dropped.
No one spoke.
Wow, they realized we're all going to die.
A small, brown haired girl stepped to where I was and stopped beside my bed.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
I heard a loud hitting noise.
Like something hitting a skin.
My cheeks started to sting.
Son of a.
Did the bitch just slapped me?
She did.
I felt my eyes bulge.
She's got the guts.
My body rose in anger as I prepared to take revenge.
"You! Why did you fucking slapped me? There's a killer bunny—"
I started to chase her.
She didn't move.
Though, she looked far.
I am moving away from her.
Wait, what?
I turned my head and saw a small form of a guy holding me back.
"You midget! Let me go!" I elbowed it in the face.
I heard a crashing noise.
The next thing I knew I was pinned on the floor.
And I was starting to black out.
"The monster..."
Then I died.
This is not true!
I'm dreaming.
Let go of this dream!
Wake up. I slapped my self.
None of this is true.
Slap.
Wake up.
Slap.
You're just dreaming.
Slap.
You can't be dead.
Slap.
And it started to sting.
I can't be dead.
No.
My knees weaken and I fell onto the floor.
Silent tears fell.
I noticed a guy with beautiful long black hair, coming up to me.
I looked up as he kneeled next to me.
"Gerard.." I sob.
He's kneeling at my side and staring straight into me.
"Gerard..I..tell me I'm not dead. You can see me, right?"
"GERARD!" I screamed.
His tearful hazel eyes were fixed on me.
Tears started to roll on his cheeks.
"Why?" He cried.
I lifted my hands and touched his cheeks.
And it went through.
No.
I tried it again, but I failed.
I was like a fog.
An air.
A ghost.
I stood up and my body went through his.
No one can hear me.
No one can see me.
I can't touch them.
I'm dead.
Am I?
I stared back to the lifeless corpse in my bed.
My lifeless corpse.
-Gerard's POV-
"Why?" I cried.
I stood up and ran as fast as I could out of the room.
I slipped quietly inside my room and let myself fell on bed.
Haley.
My sweet Haley is dead.
But why?
She said she was happy.
With me, the crew, and our baby.
She said she loved being with me and raising our child together.
But why did she do this?
We're both young, but we decided to keep the child and live together.
Away from our parents.
We were happy.
At least that's what I saw.
She was happy.
With me. With Louise.
But why on Earth would she do this?
I know she used to be depressed, but that's when I left her.
That was three years ago.
When I was confused on our situation.
I am 18.
I'm graduating that year, then I was planning to got to college.
Then have a normal life.
But then I can't take it.
I can't leave her alone, with our baby.
Louise was our responsibility.
We weren't drunk or stoned.
We wanted what happened to us that night.
And I must face the consequences.
We decided to ignore our parents option of abortion.
We packed our belongings and ran away.
Luckily, our friends kept us.
Or we'd be like Mary, Joseph and Jesus.
We survived three years together.
I finished high school and got three different jobs.
While she continued her Junior year.
Then senior.
Then she graduated.
She decided to stay home and look after Louise.
And be the mother of the house.
She cooked for us.
And she was happy.
I was happy.
All of us were.
Frank, Liz, Mikey, Ray, Jess.
Me and Louise.
But why would she end her life?
Because this year I planned to continue to college?
No. She was the one who suggested it would help.
So why?
I can't think of anything at all.
Not a thing.
She's sick of our life?
Maybe.
But her eyes sang in happiness.
Her eyes never lied.
She can't.
Why would she?
Why?
Before I noticed, I was rapidly drifting to unconsciousness.
I woke up to a loud pounding that sounded like fists against my door.
I sat up, blinking at the door, trying to absorb what's happening.
"Gerard! What the fuck!" Someone screamed.
They were anxious. "Gerard, open the fucking door now!"
Mad?
There were too many noises outside.
I just wanna stay here inside.
Who knows what's outside?
Maybe there's a flesh-eating space bunny outside that would wanna to torture me to death.
Or maybe killer pixies.
What the fuck.
Then the pounding became banging.
Like my door was being hit by something hard.
"Gerard Arthur fucking Way! Don't do—
The one person screaming stopped.
Like he can't breath.
—don't do this to us!" It continued.
What the hell?
I'm just hiding from the wickedness behind my door.
Don't do what?
I'm just trying to make my life longer.
The frame of the door started moving along with the pounding.
Like it's going to burst open.
Oh shit!
The space bunny...must hide.
I pulled the covers up to my head and ducked.
Fuck.
Then the next thing I knew was a loud blowing noise came then followed by the sound of something hard and heavy against the floor.
Then screaming.
Then streams of profanities addressed to me.
"Gerard, you don't dare do that! You fucking—What the fuck are you doing?"
I felt hands tugging and pulling the sheets of my protection.
I pulled it from them.
"Gerard..are you like okay?"
Okay?
Are you like insane?
There's a possessed flesh-eating space bunny outside and now—
The sheets protecting me was pulled away.
Five people were staring at me.
"What the fuck! There's a killer space bunny outside my door & demonic pixies and it's gonna torture us to death. Us all!" I barked.
Five jaw dropped.
No one spoke.
Wow, they realized we're all going to die.
A small, brown haired girl stepped to where I was and stopped beside my bed.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
I heard a loud hitting noise.
Like something hitting a skin.
My cheeks started to sting.
Son of a.
Did the bitch just slapped me?
She did.
I felt my eyes bulge.
She's got the guts.
My body rose in anger as I prepared to take revenge.
"You! Why did you fucking slapped me? There's a killer bunny—"
I started to chase her.
She didn't move.
Though, she looked far.
I am moving away from her.
Wait, what?
I turned my head and saw a small form of a guy holding me back.
"You midget! Let me go!" I elbowed it in the face.
I heard a crashing noise.
The next thing I knew I was pinned on the floor.
And I was starting to black out.
"The monster..."
Then I died.