Frank P.O.V

Max was terrified of Gerard; I adored it. I finally had somebody that could look after me, that could stick up for me- somebody other than myself. After Max had removed himself from the room, Gerard sauntered back to me. He rested his head on my shoulder, my hand snook up to hold his cold cheek.

"I hate him." I said simply, staring out of the window at the trees.

"Me too." He said, nuzzling into my hand.
                                    ~>•<~

We decided to leave the school, both of us felt like it wasn't a pleasant place to be. There was no doubt about the fact that Max had spread around that Gerard and I were in love. We held hands, unashamed of who we were. His grip was firm, ice cold. His skin numbed mine, like when you hold snow in the palms of your hand for too long.

"I love you Frank," He said, stopping in our tracks, turning me to face him.
"You're not allowed to forget that." His words were stern, so heartfelt, that I couldn't help but nod. He nodded along with me, something in his eyes told me that he wanted to kiss me. But something in his mind was holding him back. He was reluctant, and I respected that. I hugged him around the waist, he was a giant compared to me. He rested his chin on my head, breathing in heavily.

He took me to his house, I couldn't face being home alone. We sat together in his bedroom, him sat in an old armchair in the corner, me lying on his bed. Every now and again I would drift off to sleep from the peace and the tranquility- but Gerard would shift in his chair, causing me to jolt awake.

"Go to sleep Frankie, you're tired. I'll wait here, and I'll be here when you wake up." He smiled gently. I nodded, turning over to face the wall. I felt more comfortable that way.
~>•<~

I was dreaming, I knew that instantly. But it felt so real. I woke up in Gerard's room, alone. I was confused, and I didn't like that I was alone. I slid off the edge of the bed, head spinning as soon as my feet touched the floor. In a daze I staggered to the door, trying to hold myself together. I felt like I was on a fairground ride, spinning around and around, unable to stand upright. I heard voices, and I decided to follow them. There were two hushed voices, one muffled one. The muffled voice sounded as if it was being blocked by something, or someone.

Then it began to scream- that muffled voice. I froze, unsure of wether I should have ran towards it, or away from it. Whoever it was I wanted to help them, but I couldn't help but feel like something was totally wrong. I made my way along the corridor, trying incredibly hard not to fall over.
I found the source of the noise- behind a tall, blackened door. Blackened from burning, or the presence of a dark entity- I couldn't decide.  Stupidly I knocked on the door, expecting somebody to open it. Instead, it swung open of its own accord- a strong, metallic smell filling my head. Blood, the floor under my feet slippy, making it even more difficult to stay upright. The muffled scream rang throughout the whole room. It sounded familiar; like my own.

"Hello?" I called out though the madness, my words slurred. I felt drunk, and for once I didn't like it.

"Ssh." Somebody whispered directly into my ear, their arms wrapping around my waist. They were holding me up so that I could get a better look at whoever was lying in a pool of their own blood. I gasped, I knew who they were. It was me, completely pale, lying in that crimson pool of red liquid.

"It's okay Frank." I couldn't recognise the voice, but I had heard it before.

The sharpest pain bore throughout my body, causing me to scream louder than I ever had before. My body grew cold; I felt the life slowly ebbing away from me.
                                    ~>•<~

"Frankie. It's just a dream, you're okay." That same voice sounded again- this time caring and full of concern. It was Gerard. He had pulled me into his arms, and was rocking me from side to side.
I breathed in and out heavily, hyperventilating uncontrollably.

"It's just a dream. I'm here." He said again, continuing to cradle me.

"I was lying in a pool of my own blood." I said, staring into space. Who was the voice? And why was my mind showing me lying in a pool of blood, with the smell so strong that I could almost believe that it wasn't just a dream. I pressed my head into his stomach, the metallic smell was there again.
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Song Of The Chapter- Vermillion Pt. 2 by Slipknot

A.N
One more day until I finish school for two weeks and I've never been happier!! I can go home and binge watch Ahs (evannn) don't forget to comment and vote etc :3 because it helps me out a lot.