Bury Me In Black

Bury Me in Black (9)

I was surrounded by darkness and silence. I sighed, falling to the ground. I didn't know where I was, but I wanted to leave. I looked up, seeing my Mom. I stood up, staring at her. It seemed like ages since I last saw her, she was pale and her hair was bleach blonde. 

She put her hand on my chin, so that I looked up fully at her. "Gerard," Her voice was soft and quiet. "It's not your time to go."

I stared blankly at her before I then got what she meant, it wasn't my time to die. That meaning, I was lying in the hospital bed, dead. I nodded, but why? Why should I go back, I thought I deserved to die.

"Why though, why do I have to go back?" I asked.

She smiled, pushing my hair out of my eyes. "Because, you need to be there for Mikey, your dad and friends," 

I nodded feeling my eye's tear up, "Why couldn't you stay then?"

I saw tear ran down her cheek, she kissed my forehead and looked down. Tears begun to fall from my eyes, I missed her. I missed my mom so much, knowing if I go back I'll never see her again but if I stay I would never Mikey, Dad, Frank, Ray or Lyn-z again. 

"Goodbye Gee," She looked up again, "Know I'll be watching over you, Mikey and your dad." 

With that the whole scene faded away, I was now staring down at my body surrounded by nurses and doctors. They moved round the room quickly, panicking. I was dead I felt a sudden shock, pushing me towards my body. I didn't fight it though and then darkness surrounded me again.

"Gee?" I felt someone squeeze my hand.

I open my eye's, seeing Mikey there. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks marked with tears, he threw his arms around me hugging me tightly. I hugged him back.

"Gee! You’re alive! You made it! Gee!" He cried shaking violently as he sobbed. 

I felt a smile grow on my face and tears pour from my eyes. Mikey didn't let go for a while until my dad came in. He did the same as Mikey, hugged me. I didn't care though, I lived. I'm here, I'm actually living. 

"Gee," My dad cried hugging me tightly. 

He soon pulled out of the hug and wiped away his tears, sitting down on the chair. He smiled, looking at me. I sat up and wiped away my tears, a nurse came in. She sighed with relief seeing my up and alive. 

"Ah, Mr. Way." She smiled walking over to me. "You gave us quiet a scare," 

I laughed, looking around. I scratched my head, what was it that 'cause me to suddenly just 'go'? I looked up at her as she scribbled down some notes onto her clipboard.

"What was wrong with me, or what caused that to happen?" I asked.

She looked up from her clipboard, "Um, heart failure. It's very usual that it happen though, were doing our best to make sure it doesn't happen again."

She scribbled down one last thing before leaving the room and shutting the door. I looked over at Mikey, he was reading some sort of notice they had stuck up in my room. 

"Hey, do you think I'll be able to see ghost now that I've died?" I asked trying to lighten the mood looking down at my blanket.

I sat in the cafe, alone. I drank my coffee silently, staring down at the newspaper. I wasn't really reading it, just glancing through the pages. I close the newspaper up and looked down at the wooden table, tracing my fingers along the marks. 

"Excuse me?" I heard a male voice. 

I looked up seeing a blonde haired man, he smiled as I did. His skin was quiet tanned and he and a small beard on the end of his chin. He held some coffee in his hand and with his other hand he held the chair that sat across from me.

"Yeah?" I asked putting my coffee down.

"Do you mind if I sit here? The place is packed," He asked.

I moved over a little, looking around. Without noticing it, the place was actually really full. 

I shook my head, "No not at all,"

He smiled, sitting down on the chair and put his coffee down on the table. "Cheers,"

I nodded looking back down at the table, sipping my coffee quietly. Whenever Mikey or Dad wasn't here, I'd usually just come to the cafe and get some coffee. I didn't really talk to anyone though.

"I'm Robert, Robert Bryar." He introduced himself.

I looked up at him, seeing his hand was out. I took it, shaking it and smiled.

"I'm Gerard, Gerard Way. Nice to meet you," I greeted.