wow, I never thought i'd get this far
The evrlasting question...
What's for breakfast???
Was it real??? Hmmmmm.Toughie. I could still feel a sharp pain in my arm, but that could have been because I was sleeping on it.Walking to the window, gently, I raised it to the transparent light. Nope. Nothing. Phew. Normal. Just a dream. A horrible, terrifying dream.
With a real Gerard in it
No more pickles and ice-cream, I though languidly. With the realization of life sometimes being only a dream,I fell asleep smiling.
Morning hit me full in the face, a great shock to the face. Like dreadlocks and a pink beared.
Another day, another day. After that horrible dream I felt so jaded. Saw just wasn't scary anymore. No horrors today. I mean, the countess made my math teacher look like an Easter Bunny.
I had the funny feeling they could sit together and share some pretty good stories about whips and chains with each other.
My arm still prickled. I could vividly remeber the scars that she left there. I was still mad, even though I had already passed off that experience as a dream
Could my mind really create something THAT evil??
Atleast I had the satsifaction of knowing my blood had made it's way into an imaginary Gerard Way.Giggling to myself, I walked into the bathroom.
An intersting-looking facewash stood on the sink.Being out of my mind with thoughts about Gerard, I couldn't have really noticed. I made sure I rubbed it in, hey, it's supposed to be good for you.
Death to pimples!!!
Maybe I rubbed it in a bit too vigourously. It got in my eye.I quickly ran the water on it, like all good soaps tell you to.Looking in the mirror, I gasped.
Last night was definitely NOT a dream.
It was real
Note: Have no idea where pickles and ice cream omes from.