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He needs to get me out of here.
I don't care how i just don't want stay with.....
I throw up again.
"What.."
I let out a dry gagging noise. I've thrown up all that's possibe.
"happened.."
ouch
"to..."
My throat is burning
"them..."
I stop gagging and sit down and bury my face in my hands.
"He hurt you. You almost died. I could never have been able to cope with you living with such.."
He face turns into a look of loathing
"...Filth"
He gets up and i here him shut the bathroom door.
"Well, do you want to get out of here?"
"Frankie.You just killed my father and a whore while they were having oral sex in my bathroom while i was unconcious from blood loss staining the bed sheets dreaming about blackness and having my head stroked for five hours. Now i'm sure that there was a lot more that happened in those five hours but i don't want to go through details. And please tell me you didn't rape me..."
It's not as if i would have minded much. Just i want to be awake for the experience.
Frank looked shocked and offended.
"Gerard Way. I promise that i did not rape you, Kiss you or touch you in any sort of way!"
I sigh.
"okay thank you".
He hugs me.
"Okay you know the drill. I'm gonna take you to my world".
I close my eyes and breathe in.............and out.
I feel the familiar sensation of being pulled through a rubber tube.
I breathe in the cool air of the...world thingy.
But when i open my eyes i am confronted with an unfarmiliar scene.
The tree is there again.
But there is no forrest
In place of the forrest there are graves.
Thousands.No millions of graves.
They are just grass with a grave stone and a cross.
No birds. The ground next to the tree is bare and dry.
The tree has no leaves.
"Okay and this emotion is?"
"...Guilt"
I go up to one of the graves and read it.
" RIP Gerard Way Senior. 1963-2008 You killed him in his own bathroom with an innocent woman.You weren't born to do this Frank. You caused the one you love to be in pain. Frank Iero what have you done?"
what? this makes no sense....
"This is what i think of everyone i've killed or have witnessed being murdered"
I look up at the feild of graves.
He killed...some of these people.
"...Frank....h-how many people have you killed?"
"three hundred and seventy-two thousand six hundred and ninety seven including your father and the woman"
...oh my god.
I've kissed him.I've loved him. I've been in the same space as him.
The same place as a killer.
What have i done?
I don't care how i just don't want stay with.....
I throw up again.
"What.."
I let out a dry gagging noise. I've thrown up all that's possibe.
"happened.."
ouch
"to..."
My throat is burning
"them..."
I stop gagging and sit down and bury my face in my hands.
"He hurt you. You almost died. I could never have been able to cope with you living with such.."
He face turns into a look of loathing
"...Filth"
He gets up and i here him shut the bathroom door.
"Well, do you want to get out of here?"
"Frankie.You just killed my father and a whore while they were having oral sex in my bathroom while i was unconcious from blood loss staining the bed sheets dreaming about blackness and having my head stroked for five hours. Now i'm sure that there was a lot more that happened in those five hours but i don't want to go through details. And please tell me you didn't rape me..."
It's not as if i would have minded much. Just i want to be awake for the experience.
Frank looked shocked and offended.
"Gerard Way. I promise that i did not rape you, Kiss you or touch you in any sort of way!"
I sigh.
"okay thank you".
He hugs me.
"Okay you know the drill. I'm gonna take you to my world".
I close my eyes and breathe in.............and out.
I feel the familiar sensation of being pulled through a rubber tube.
I breathe in the cool air of the...world thingy.
But when i open my eyes i am confronted with an unfarmiliar scene.
The tree is there again.
But there is no forrest
In place of the forrest there are graves.
Thousands.No millions of graves.
They are just grass with a grave stone and a cross.
No birds. The ground next to the tree is bare and dry.
The tree has no leaves.
"Okay and this emotion is?"
"...Guilt"
I go up to one of the graves and read it.
" RIP Gerard Way Senior. 1963-2008 You killed him in his own bathroom with an innocent woman.You weren't born to do this Frank. You caused the one you love to be in pain. Frank Iero what have you done?"
what? this makes no sense....
"This is what i think of everyone i've killed or have witnessed being murdered"
I look up at the feild of graves.
He killed...some of these people.
"...Frank....h-how many people have you killed?"
"three hundred and seventy-two thousand six hundred and ninety seven including your father and the woman"
...oh my god.
I've kissed him.I've loved him. I've been in the same space as him.
The same place as a killer.
What have i done?
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