Chapter 8

It had been a few days since Gerard had left the hospital. Everything seemed to go back to normal like nothing had happen. We just blocked out the memories and refused to let them return. We were getting user to pretending things never happen. It seemed to b like a hobby of ours.

Gee was healing nicely and the others had seemed to return to a normal state of mind (or atleast what would be considered normal for them), but I could since that there was still something wrong. I don't know how there could be something wrong though. We stopped it didn't we? That's just what I kept trying to tell myself over and over in my head. I wouldn't let this thing get to me. I had to be like everyone else and just forget about it. Pretend it didn't happen. But at what cost? What if there really was something wrong? What if it wasn't really over yet?

I sat at my kitchen table staring down into a cup of now cold coffee trying hard not to think about the things that were filling my head. I couldn't help but think that may e I wasn't the only one. What of some of the others felt the same and they didn't block out as much as they had let on? My face twisted in frustration.

"Chirs you okay?" Gee put his hand on mind. My eyes drifted up to his and I could see a look of concern sweep across his face.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just…uh...thinking." I looked away from him and back down into my cup.

"Babe if you need to talk about something you can always talk to me. You know that right?"

"Yeah I know", I tried to give him a convincing smile; "I'm okay. Really, everything's fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"Yeah", he sighed, "okay. Let me know. You've been acting kind of strange and its freaking me out."


I looked back up at him and stroked the hair out of his face. I furrowed my brow and stared at him for a second. His eyes had gone from his usual beautiful hazel to an almost muddy burgundy. His skin seemed a little whiter than usual and his temperature seemed to be cooling by the second.

"Gee are you alright? You seem sick."

"I don't know. I kind of have a head ach. I think I'm gonnna go lay down for a little while." He got up and went down stairs to his room.

He worried me sometimes. Actually he worried me all the time. I was always so scared something would happen to him. I followed him down to his room and lay next to him on the bed.

"Oh I almost forgot. I was going to give this to you earlier." I reached into the draw of his bedside table and pulled out a few crumpled pieces of paper. On the top of the first sheet read Demolition Lovers.

"What's that?"

"I've been writing you a song. I know it may seem a little corny but I wanted to do something for you and this just seemed like something I thought you'd like." He looked down at the papers in his hand and began to read.

"Hand in mine into your icy blues…" He stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh…nothing. I just don't think now it a good time for this. I'll read it for you later. Do you mind going? I'd rather be alone right now."

"Uh…yeah. Sure. Let me know if you need anything." I kissed the top of his head which was now freezing and went back upstairs.

The guys were all sitting around the coffee table paying cards. Leave it to Frank Iero to find a way to play strip poker with a deck of Uno cards.

"Okay boys put your shirts back on." I chucked Franks T-shirt at his head.

"Well your no fun." He whined pulling his shirt over his head.

Emony and Ariadel both came through the front door with shopping bags in their hands. Apparently Emony forced Ariadel to go shopping because no one hates shopping more than Ariadel. I laughed to myself and crashed onto the couch.

We all sat there for a little bit watching T.V. and playing cards. Everything was going fine until we heard a scream. We all ran down stairs and saw Gerard loading bullets into a gun.

"Gee what are you doing!" I screamed.

I looked into his eyes and chills ran through out my whole body. They were red. The same color red as they were when he almost died. It wasn't Gerard anymore. It was Donald, and all my fears about this not being over had been right.