Frank Is My Name, Insanity Is My Game *Frank Iero* Chapter 15

After dreaming of many mouth-watering goodies, and lots of candy and sweets, Frank woke up in Gerard's office. It was all too familiar to him now after being in here numerous times. His side ached, and he whined as his hand went to touch it. Something cold, and white as snow flashed out of nowhere, and grabbed his hand in a firm grip, stopping him from moving his hand any further.
Frank gasped in surprise, but only noticed it as Gerard. He smiled at the older man, but Gee didn't smile back. He looked very tired with dark circles under his eyes, and had a melancholy feel around him.
"How are you feeling?" Gerard mumbled, clearly not sounding happy. Frank didn't answer right away, but merely looked into his best friend's nerve-wracked eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice was clear and strong. Wierd... he thought as he spoke. "Gerard, what happened? Why am I here again?" His voice was soft, unlike his mind. Gee sighed, let go of Frank's hand,and began to pace. "Frankie, I honestly have no idea. I was coming to check up on you, and I heard you screaming. I ran to your room, and it looked as though something had taken a bite out of you..." Gerard's eyes narrowed as he said this. Suddenly, memories of his dream came flooding back to him, and realization hit him like an arrow shot from a bow.
"Werewolf...." Frank whispered in complete terror. Gerard's head snapped up, and his eyes bore into Frank's. "A werewolf bit you?" Gerard's voice was scary...Very, very scary. Despite the pain, Frank sat up, and noticed a container sitting on the desk with a straw stuck in the top of it. Ignoring it for now, Frank nodded his head gloomily. He has read in books that lycanthrope is caused by a bite. He didn't want to be a werewolf. If anything, he wanter to be a human. To be with Wynter for as long as their semi-normal, but insanely fucked up lives would allow. All he wanted was for everything to fall into place. He hated this! Frank then did a thing he seemed to be doing too much of, lately.
He started to cry.
He cried for Wynter, and for himself. But mostly, he cried for his mom and dad. He missed them, he loved them, and no matter how far away from him they may be, he will always love them. Tears streamed down his face with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Gerard looked at him sympathetically, before walking quietly over to him, and gently pulling him into his arms. Frank grabbed fist-fulls of Gerard's shirt, and pulled himself up to the proper position. Frank now had his legs wrapped around Gee's stomach, and he buried his face into his shirt as he cried. Just like before... Frank thought...or, did he think that? He wasn't sure, but he wrapped his arms around Gerard, enjoying his comfort.
Gerard picked Frank up, and moved them to a velvet black couch off to the side of his office. He laid down with Frank on his lap, and stroked his hair, telling him everything would be okay. Gerard then tilted his head up, and pressed his forehead to Frank's, gazing into the eyes he had known for so long.
"Did you ever have the dreams when you were in my office? Or near me in any way?" Gee asked him, although his tone was one of agony. Gerard hated seeing his best friend of forever in so much pain. Frank shook his head, and his loud sobs became silent, quiet gasps here and there. The tears kept coming, but Frank was done. He fell into the darkness of sleep, laying on top of Gerard. Gee gave off an aura that said, 'I comfort Frankie, and only Frankie.' He felt safe, and he fell asleep with no nightmares creeping up on him.
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