Fic: "Kill All Your Friends"
Hola people of the internet. First post ever. I know, It's amazing. Anyway, this is my first fanficition ever, as well as my first Frerard ever, currently entitled "Kill All Your Friends" after the awesome My Chemical Romance song. (You know you love it). Critiques are welcome, but please no pointless comments about how stupid it is or any haters. Thanks. Hope you like it! I'll write more if I get enough positive comments...
Title: "Kill All Your Friends"
POV: Gerard's
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, None of this actually happened, etc.
Chapter 1
In the back of my head, I knew was still asleep, dreaming- still safe and sound, nestled in my comforter. But the rest of me didn’t seem to agree with my subconscious. Maybe it was the De Ja Vu of the situation in my dream, but I couldn’t separate it from my real life. It all seemed so REAL.
My legs were aching underneath me and I could feel hot tears streaming down my face, but I continued running. As I tried to quicken my strides, tree limbs whipped at my face and skin on my bare chest. I whimpered, but continued, only slowing as I risked a glance behind me to see if I was still being pursued. Big mistake.
I cried out as my face hit the cold, hard forest floor, scraping my elbows on out-sticking branches as I fell.
“Careful, Babe. Don’t wanna hurt that pretty face, do we?” The voice came from directly above me, morphing into a terrifying laugh. I shivered violently as I turned to look up at my attacker.
Before I could react, my attacker had grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet, keeping in contact with my bare skin. I wondered briefly why I had been running, leaning my head lightly on his chest, but I was shaken back when I felt a sharp pain in the small of my back.
My attacker had pinned me to a tree trunk with one hand, weaving the other hand through my hair and tugging roughly until I let out a whimpered plea. Then he was kissing me, and the world began to spin as I shoved at his abdomen to no avail. I pushed harder, and finally moved him away enough to take a shaky breath. I looked down at the ground and hoped when I looked up again he would be gone. I was wrong. I looked up in time to see a fist flying towards me.
***
I sat up in bed, breathing fast, eyes wide open with fear. I was so soaked up in my own dream, trying to remember every moment before it drifted away, that I almost didn’t see Mikey sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.
“Gee?” He looked honestly worried as he crossed my room towards me. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Gerard, it’s okay. It was just a dream…”
I considered this for moment before crawling closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder and trying to stop my shaking. Mikey sat stone still, seemingly contemplating something, but then lifted a hand to my back, soothingly rubbing my back until I was completely still again.
“Gee?” He asked a few moments later.
“Yes?” I managed to keep my voice still, to my immense surprise.
“What happened?” I was about to ask him what he meant when I felt a slight pain on my back. I turned my head slightly, catching Mikey and me in the full mirror that hung behind us. Mikey had a worried expression on his face as his eyes caught mine. He drew my attention elsewhere by running his fingers lightly along my upper back.
My skin was sickeningly blue underneath his fingers, tale-tell signs of a bruise forming. I gasped.
Not that this was the first mysterious bruise I had discovered on my body as of recent- not even close. But this was the biggest so far and the shock mixed with the De Ja Vu from my dream sent me into a fit of hysterical laughter. The bruise was directly where my attacker had slammed me into the tree trunk in my dream.
I let go of Mikey and turned to face the mirror head on. Relief flooded over me. There were no bruises on my face.
Mikey put a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around towards him again, but careful not to touch my bruise again. “Gerard, what’s going on?” His voice had taken on its careful monotone again, though I could tell he was still a little worried. That killed me. Mikey always carried the weight of my mistakes on his shoulders. I didn’t deserve him.
He raised an eyebrow at me quizzically. “Nothing. I mean… Nothing. I’m fine.”
Mikey looked at me with disbelieving eyes. “This isn’t nothing, Gee. This is way more than just nothing.” He ran his fingers lightly over my bruise again and I flinched. “See. I know you know where this came from. It didn’t just appear over night.”
I sighed. I had been afraid of this moment for several months now. Surely Mikey had been suspicious that I was out late several nights a week, coming back sometime in the middle of the night. “Mikey…”
Mikey hugged me comfortingly, like he was the big brother and I was the troubled younger brother that he was responsible for. That boy was too good. “Gee, you know you can tell me anything, right? I mean, when mom and dad died, you were there for me. And now I’m going to be here for you.” My throat closed up at the mention of Mom and Dad. Mikey hadn’t been the only one that took their deaths hard…
Mikey was still waiting for me to reply and I needed to get it off my chest anyway. I sighed and breathed out one painful word. “Jared”
Mikey immediately tensed up. “Jared Leto?!” Anger filled his voice as he pushed me away, looking like he might be sick, though I didn’t know if he was disgusted by Jared or by me. “How could-?! When did this happen?!”
I cleared my throat, suddenly disgusted with myself too. “Mikey, please don’t be mad at me. I swear I didn’t-“
“Mad at YOU?! I’m not mad at you, Gee! I’m furious with that bastard for hurting you!!” Mikey’s normally calm façade was gone, leaving me feeling alone and scared. Mikey never acted like this.
“Mikey, don’t. Jared didn’t mean to… He didn’t mean to hurt me. It was an accident…” I sneered inwardly at my own lies. It had been no accident, and the look on Mikey’s face told me he knew that only too well, but he didn’t press the issue any further.
“Go to sleep, Gerard. We can talk in the morning.” Looking disapprovingly at me, he turned around on the ball of his foot and walked out of the room. I had never felt more useless and unwanted, no more alone. I sunk down into my covers again, trying to push any memories of the last few minutes or of my dream away from me.
But moments later, when I had slipped into unconsciousness, the dream returned anyway.