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I lay under my covers shivering. No, not shivering. I’m not cold, I‘m fucking shocked out of my mind, so, I guess I’m shaking, and hardly breathing properly.

I think my sense of reality has just been shattered.

He grew fucking fangs right in front of me! Either he’s brilliant at making stuff look real, I’ve gone completely insane or he actually is a vampire. I think we can cross out the last option. That shit just doesn’t exist. Okay, so, first option. How he the fuck did he do it? He must be damn committed to his insanity to do something like that. But he couldn’t have, could he? Stupid fucking Frank! I guess, that only leaves one option, then…

Ladies and gentleman, Mikey Way has completely and utterly lost his mind. The incredibly likely has been achieved! Meds all around!

Seriously, though, now, I’m fucking scared. I’ve been laying here for an hour or two at most. I have no idea where Frank is, but I’m hoping to god it’s no where near me. I swear if he ever comes even slightly close to me again…Gah! Distractions, Mikey, distractions. Oh, I know just the thing.

I get up, grab my razor, check for anyone nearby and run to the bathroom. When I walk in, someone is in there. So, I wait for them to leave. Once they do, I’m straight into that cubicle.

I’m not puking this time, and I’m not cutting my stomach this time.

This time…I think I’ve finally had it. Had it with this clinic, had it with never seeing my brother and had it with being hideous. So, I raise the razor about my wrist. I’ve never done it like this before. I hope I cut a vein. I’m pretty sure that’s enough to make it fatal. Oh, well. If not, it’ll just hurt a lot and that’s enough to keep my distracted.

I take a deep breath, ready to slice right down. “Sorry, Gerard...”

I put a little pressure on my skin when I feel an extremely cold wind come by. Suddenly, I’m spinning unbelievably fast, and I can feel something like hands gripping my shoulders very tightly. I feel a cool hand slide down my arm and pull the razor away, while still spinning. Everything’s a blur, the room feels like it’s being tilted and I hear a whisper in my ear that says, “Don’t do this.”. It sends an eerie chill down my spine.

And just like that, the spinning stops. I grip onto the sides on the cubicles to keep me standing. Shit, I’m dizzy. What the fuck just happened? I breath heavily against the cubicle sides. I want my razor back. I wonder where it went.

Oh, geeze.

Maybe I’m completely fucking crazy. Maybe I just imagined that and I never had the razor to begin with. Maybe I’m freaking out. Shit.

“What the fuck!” I breathe into the silence of the bathrooms. I’m feeling really fucking terrified. What the hell is happening?!

I regain my balance and shove my way out of the bathrooms. I walk down the hallways and barely notice Roger leaning on a wall, talking to himself because I‘m concentrating so hard on breathing properly. I shove my bedroom door open and sit on top of my bed. Breathing heavily, I hug my knees to my chest and rock back and forth. I can hardly believe what the hell is happening. My mind has snapped. It’s official. That shit isn’t real. It didn’t happen. It’s just my stupid fucking head.

“Fuck!” I cry into my knees, shaking again. “Who took my fucking razor?!”

I don’t care if any of the nurses hear me. Maybe they’ll give me some meds and I’ll forget this happened. Not that it did…I’ll forget that I imagined it happening. I slowly let myself lie down and I close my eyes, shutting them tightly. I don’t care what time of the day it is. I‘m pretty sure it‘s late afternoon, by now. I’m going to sleep and when I wake up, it’s all gonna be over. This is all just some stupid, weird dream and once I wake up again, it’ll be as if it never even happened.

Sounds like a plan.

Fuck it, I need Gerard. He always made sense of things. I want my big brother back. I keep trying to force myself asleep when I hear my door creak open. I gasp and pull the covers over my eyes.

“Wh-Who is it?” I whimper.

“Mikey? It’s me…”

What the fuck? I know that voice. “G-Gerard?”

“What? Honey, no. It’s me. Katherine.”

What? I slowly sit up and see Katherine sitting at the end of my bed. What the hell? I heard Gerard’s voice. Not hers. Shit. “I-I thought it…I h-heard…G-” I stutter, still in no shape is produce a real sentence.

Katherine places a hand on my forehead. “You didn’t go to your therapy session today. I couldn’t find you for a while. I was worried. Are you feeling okay, honey? You look like you‘ve seen a ghost.”

She doesn’t know how close she is to the truth. I shake my head. “N-No…I-I need to s-sleep, but I-I keep trying and I c-can’t.”

“Oh, sweetie. What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”

I nod my head. “I-Is there, like, something I can t-take that’ll make me sleep?”

Katherine thinks for a moment and says, “Yeah, actually. Hang on. I’ll be right back.” She stands up and leaves my room.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My heart’s still beating a little too fast. I jump a little when Katherine re-enters the room. She’s holding a glass of water and what I assume is a pill or something in her hand. She sits next to me and gives me the water and hands me two small pills.

“These should help you sleep, honey.” she smiles.

I nod my head as if to say thank you and take them as quickly as I can. I’m not a big fan of swallowing pills. “How long until they work?” I ask.

“Not long at all. Now, just lay back and rest, okay?”

I nod again and lay down. I close my eyes and curl up a little. I feel Katherine’s hand on my shoulder when she whispers, “Night, Mikey.”

I hear her leave the room and shut the door. I lay in the dark for what feels like ages, but is probably only ten minutes. I finally feel my eyelids start to become heavy.

“Yay…” I whisper to myself as sleep soon consumes me…

“Psst!”

My head turns sharply…Where did that come from?

I’m suddenly in a cave of some sort, I think. It’s dark. I can’t see my own hands even if I hold them right in front of my face. As I search for some form of light to tell me where I am, I hear something move. It’s close.

“Who’s there?” I whisper into the darkness.

“You know it is…” the voices echoes.

I sigh and smile. “Well, come here, please. I can‘t see a fucking thing.”

I feel a pair of arms behind me slowly wrap around my waist. Leaning my head back against his shoulder I whisper, “Does it need to be so dark?”

“You can see me.” he answers and turns my around to face him.

The only thing I can see are his eyes…his grey eyes with a red tinge, but there‘s no sun in here. Odd..

I smirk at him, “Can I feel you instead?”

“Of course.”

He moves his hands from my waist slowly up my back and around my neck where he pulls my face down and collides his lips against mine. My mouths moulds perfectly over his as we kiss each other deeply. I slip my tongue forward to lick his bottom lip and he obediently opens his mouth to let me go further in. I place one of my hands at the back of his neck and the other around his lower back trying to pull him as close to me as I possibly can. He tastes so good. I can’t get enough.

His arms are wrapped tightly around my body as our kissing turns into a slow, but passionate and ferocious bond. I let my tongue graze over his teeth before I bite down on his lip and tug on it a little, earning a soft moan from him. I smile and go back to kissing his beautiful mouth. He slips his thigh between my legs and when I feel our hard-ons rub against each other through the fabric of our jeans, I can’t help but moan against his lips. I feel him tugging at the bottom of my shirt, hinting for me to take it off.

I unwrap my arms from him to take my shirt off fully while he does the same to himself. After he’s done, I run my hands over his chest and bite down at the skin on his neck. I leave a trail of kisses up his neck, along his jaw line and back to his lips again. In response, he cups his hands over my ass and I moan again. I don’t hesitate in shoving my hand down the front of his jeans and groping him fiercely. He lets out a hiss of pleasure and I smile as I lean back into his neck and whisper into his skin, “Fuck me, Frankie…”

My eyes shoot open and I sit up, panting and covered in sweat.

“What…the…fuck!” I pant out to myself, trying to catch my breath.

I did not just have a wet dream about him. No. I didn’t. That’s fucked up.

I look at the clock and discover it’s 5am in the morning. I let out a quiet moan knowing I won’t be getting back to sleep any time soon. I can’t believe what I just dreamt about. It was so fucking random. I try to convince myself I didn’t enjoy, but I soon notice the throbbing problem I have between my legs.

Shit.

I stand up from my bed and walk as quietly as I can to the bathrooms. I don’t want to wake anyone up. Not when I have the ever so obvious thing bugging me. I go into one of the cubicles and lock it. Grimacing, I pull down my pants and my boxers when my not so little problem pops out in front of me. I hate the sight of it, right now, knowing what triggered it.

My breath hitches when I reach down and wrap my hand around my length. I start moving my hand up and down, wanting to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. My breathing gets faster and sharper until I finally come all over my hand, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning. I feel a little disgusted. I just jizzed over a freaking vampire…No! He isn’t a vampire. I just jizzed over some stupid dream that involved a crazy vampire.

I mean, I did take some pills. Ah! That’s it! The pills. It was just the pills messing with my head.

This conclusion satisfies me and I breath out a sigh of relief. I clean myself up and make my way back to my room, only to lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling for a while.

*

“So, Mikey, why didn’t you come yesterday?” Mr. Misfit asks me.

I sat in his office for my therapy session. I hadn’t seen Frank all day and I was fucking glad. Thank god for there being no group session. “I…I felt sick.” I explain. “Ask Katherine. She found me in my room because I was sick.”

“Mm.” Mr. Misfit nods, “But she told me that she didn’t find you anywhere until later on. Where were you then?”

I sigh and let my head roll backward so I’m staring at the ceiling. “I…I-I was talking to Frank.”

“Frank?”

I nod my head. I may as well be honest about something.

“Well,” Mr. Misfit says, “What did you talk about with Frank?”

I bring my head back up again and look at him. “H-He really thinks he’s a vampire.” I wince a little at the word vampire. I’m still refusing to believe that what I saw was real, and I’m not going to bring it up with anyone just so I can forget about it sooner.

“He spoke to you about this?”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say?”

Nosy, fucker. Maybe patient-doctor confidentiality is non-existent here. “H-He just said that he gets really frustrated sometimes…because no one listens to him. I can’t say I blame him either. Not being listened to sucks shit.”

Mr. Misfit frowns at me. “We can’t simply tell him we believe him when he’s telling us a story that clearly isn’t true…And people do listen to you, Mikey. I’m listening aren’t I?”

I scowl. “No one listened when they bought me here and no one listened when I begged to go home.”

“Mikey, we’ve been through this-”

“I don’t care!” I hiss.

He sighs at me and leans back. “Okay, then…So, tell me more about what happened with Frank?”

“Well,” I begin, wondering how much I should tell him, “He seems so sure of everything he says, a-and I saw how sad it makes him…I know how sad it makes him.”

“We’re well aware of how Frank gets sometimes, Mikey. We do our best to help him. There‘s no need for you to worry.”

“I-I wasn’t worrying…Never mind”

This makes me think. Am I worried about him? Of course not. I mean, I just get how shitty it feels…But why should it bother me that he feels like that? He’s just some obnoxious crazy person. It’s his fault my head came up with that stupid little scenario on the balcony. Maybe I collapsed after he told me he knew about me and I just dreamt the rest and woke up in my room this morning. Oh, but that means I still had that fucked up wet dream. I don’t freaking know.

“Pay no attention to Frank, okay, Mikey?” Mr. Misfit says, “You’re here for you. So, focus on that and not on anything Frank has to say. We’re helping him as best we can, believe me.”

I nod my head weakly as I stare at my hands. I don’t even know what to think or believe, right now...

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