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It was 12:34 and Gerard was alone in the house. His mom and dad were out for the day and Mikey had gone to his "Friends" he claimed he didn't have a girlfriend, but everyone knew he did. Gerard hadn't taken his pills today. So he knew it was only a matter of time.
Looking lonely there Gerard the voice smirked. Gerard flinched.
"Fuck you. I don't want you here" Gerard squeezed his eyes shut. The voice sat next to Gerard and pushed himself up against Gerard.
Well, the thing is Gerard, I think you do. You want me to come and tell you what to do with your new friends. Gerard could feel the voices smooth fingers ghosting up and down his cheek.
"No! Please, I don't want you too...I like them..." Gerard whispered.
You hurt them. Like you did with the guy at the home. You cut them. Break their fingers. Rip their hair out. Make. Them. Bleed. The voice was whispering manically in his ear. Gerard shook his head harshly.
"No! Don't want to! Not again! No!" Gerard started to cry softly. The voiced laughed at him.
But remember how fun it was? Remember how he cried? Remember why you did it? Remember why I told you to do it? Gerard had horrible memories flashing though his head.
"No! Don't want to! Please! Please don't make me! Not again! Please!" Gerard whimpered pathetically. He'd started to wish he had taken his pills.
Want me to refresh your memory? He was beating you up. Calling you names. Laughing at you. Then I told you to hurt him. So you did. Remember what you did? How you got the knife--
"No! No no no! Please! Don't! No! Your fault! Your fault! Yours! Didn't mean to! Didn't want to! You! Your fault!"
Gerard rocked back and forth, letting the tears fall. He was shaking, rocking back and forth. The voice laughed at him.
The voice slid it's arm around Gerards waist. He leant forward, so Gerard could almost feel his breath tickling his ear.
so, do want me to make you remember?
"No! P-please! No! I don't want to remember! Please!" Gerards body shook with sobs.
it wasn't that bad. You got that pretty, shiny, sharp knife. I while he slept, you snuck into his room an-
Then the was loud, urgent banging at the door and the voice was gone. Gerard had never been so grateful for a visitor.
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Looking lonely there Gerard the voice smirked. Gerard flinched.
"Fuck you. I don't want you here" Gerard squeezed his eyes shut. The voice sat next to Gerard and pushed himself up against Gerard.
Well, the thing is Gerard, I think you do. You want me to come and tell you what to do with your new friends. Gerard could feel the voices smooth fingers ghosting up and down his cheek.
"No! Please, I don't want you too...I like them..." Gerard whispered.
You hurt them. Like you did with the guy at the home. You cut them. Break their fingers. Rip their hair out. Make. Them. Bleed. The voice was whispering manically in his ear. Gerard shook his head harshly.
"No! Don't want to! Not again! No!" Gerard started to cry softly. The voiced laughed at him.
But remember how fun it was? Remember how he cried? Remember why you did it? Remember why I told you to do it? Gerard had horrible memories flashing though his head.
"No! Don't want to! Please! Please don't make me! Not again! Please!" Gerard whimpered pathetically. He'd started to wish he had taken his pills.
Want me to refresh your memory? He was beating you up. Calling you names. Laughing at you. Then I told you to hurt him. So you did. Remember what you did? How you got the knife--
"No! No no no! Please! Don't! No! Your fault! Your fault! Yours! Didn't mean to! Didn't want to! You! Your fault!"
Gerard rocked back and forth, letting the tears fall. He was shaking, rocking back and forth. The voice laughed at him.
The voice slid it's arm around Gerards waist. He leant forward, so Gerard could almost feel his breath tickling his ear.
so, do want me to make you remember?
"No! P-please! No! I don't want to remember! Please!" Gerards body shook with sobs.
it wasn't that bad. You got that pretty, shiny, sharp knife. I while he slept, you snuck into his room an-
Then the was loud, urgent banging at the door and the voice was gone. Gerard had never been so grateful for a visitor.
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