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Just Sleep
By BrokenxSmilesxMourn27

 


“AHHHHHH!”

I woke up, startled by the scream. I rushed to the room where the sound came from, and saw him sitting there, rocking back and forth, crying, and with the most petrified look upon his beautiful features.

“G? Are you alright?” Of course he's not all right, you stupid! He just looked at me, with the eyes of a deer standing in the headlights of the car coming straight for him.

“What's wrong with me?” he whispered so low, I could barely hear or understand him.

“There's nothing wrong with you.” I carefully walked to the bed and sat down beside him and hugged him. “Nothing at all. I promise.”

He looked at me, still full of fear, yet skeptical to the words I was speaking. He tried to speak, but looked like he was gagging instead. He grabbed his throat and started pulling like there was someone with a hold around his throat. I stared on wide-eyed and with no clue what to do. He looked over at me as if to ask what I was doing, just sitting there while he was dying.

“Gerard! Breathe. It's okay. Breathe. You can't die. Breathe. It's a hallucination. Please just breathe…” He then started gasping in large amounts of air as though he were deprived of oxygen to the point of almost suffocation. I, too, was starting to get frightened by what was happening.

“Are you okay now? Are you breathing?” He nodded, afraid to try to speak just incase that unknown force tried to kill him again.

“What happened?” He looked at me, completely clueless to the fact that I came in here because he woke me up with his screaming. “Why were you screaming?”

“I-I had a… nightmare. It was worse than a nightmare…” I looked at him, puzzled.

“A nightmare?”

“Everyone was dying… There were demons, dead people everywhere, blood, guts, I couldn't breathe! The smell was overwhelming. And the people… All those dead people…” He spoke with the same fear in his voice that had been there the whole time since he started speaking. There were a few tears that slid down his extremely pale face that betrayed his weakness at the thought of whatever he had seen.

“G, it's alright. You'll be all right. They're nightmares. They go away. They're not here, are they? It's okay. You're okay. I promise.” A tear leaked down my face, showing my overwhelming concern for him.

“Don't cry. Please don't cry. I don't deserve the sympathy.” I heard it, so low, that it put shame to the statement he made earlier that was also so low I could barely understand.

“Gerard, I'm scared. I don't know for sure that you'll be all right. You know that. But you have to be okay. You have to be…”

“Frankie, don't do this to yourself. Please don't. It's not your fault. I have to deal with it. I did it to myself. I felt the pain… I have to deal with the pain… All of it was my fault… My fault…”

“Gerard, what are you talking about? It wasn't your fault. It was a dream! You don't have to deal with this pain, especially alone.”

“I did it! I killed them… I killed you…” I stared at him, startled.

“What are you talking about?”

“All those people that died… I killed them. They were all people I love. You were there. You were with Mikey. You both stared at me, afraid. You didn't want to believe I was some monster. You guys learned the hard way. I don't know why I couldn't stop… It was so hard…”

“Oh, G. It's okay. It was a dream. It wasn't real.”

“I don't feel bad.” I stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Wha-what?”

“I don't feel bad. I did it. I killed you! But I still don't feel bad…” There was silence. Dead silence. “The hardest part…”

“What? What's the hardest part?”

“The monsters I was, the things I've seen, just letting go of my dreams…”

“Oh…” We sat there in silence for the longest time, until I heard the light noise of Gerard snoring. I kissed his cheek, and said goodnight to the sleeping man. “Just sleep…”

 

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