Saved By Mikey Way

Chapter 3: If I'm Not Who I am. Then Who am I?

“Can I talk to you privately?” Frank asked in a soft, quiet tone. I looked at him, nodding slowly in fear. I was scared that after I made him look like a fool, he’d want to leave me. Just thinking of that made my stomach turn. I felt like throwing up. Oh god he was going to leave me. I felt the sadness grow as he closed the door behind me. I put the sadness aside so we can talk without me crying like a baby. I sat down on the bed. Frank sat beside me. His hand holding mine tightly. His skin sent waves of emotions through me. I looked up into his hazel eyes and smiled as I remember the last few weeks.

“I understand what you want.” I whispered sadly. His eyes gave me the sense of confusion.

“What?” He asked me to repeat myself. I sighed.

“I’ve done nothing but cause you trouble and you want to end it.” I said with a wobbly voice that cracked.  Frank looked at me, his lips curled back into a laughing smile as he fell back onto the bed. Now I was confused. He sat up again still chuckling at my stupid mistake.

“I’m not ending it.” He announced. I sighed happily. “I need to talk to you because I got something for you.” He said. Frank leaned over and reached into his suit case, pulling out a small box. My heart stopped as he leaned back up. My breathing was hard and heavy. The butterflies weren’t flying around any more I knew what this meant. But I’ve only known him for a few weeks. He opened the small purple, velvet box to reveal and silver key with the letters. F.A.I. engraved on it. He pulled it out of the box. I don’t know why but I turned; my back to him. I saw the silver chain come in front of me and hooked it together.  I turned back to Frank, whom had a nervous grin on his face.

“What does the key represent?” I asked in a soft voice. Frank’s grin got bigger as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a heart necklace with the letter A.M.D.L. engraved in it. I smiled as I realized that the letters on my necklace stand for Frank Anthony Iero and the ones on his stand for Ariella Maraie De Luca.

“You have the key to my heart.” He said in a sweet voice. I couldn’t help but to begin to cry, over this moment. Frank lifted my chin so I would gaze into his eyes. He looked worried and a bit broken.

“What? You don’t like it?” He asked. I shook my head and sobbed.

“No, I love it. It’s just no one has ever done something this nice for me before.” I whimpered. Frank smiled letting a small chuckle escape his lips. I felt his hand pull me in to his chest. But instead, the instinct came back and the next thing I know, I’m on top of him, kissing him. This wasn’t a soft kiss but a hard one that filled me with ecstasy. I opened my mouth to gasp for air. I couldn’t see any thing but I could feel every inch of his skin against mine. I loved it! I didn’t wait for the perfect moment I made it. It was like something out of a movie. I pulled away when I felt dizzy. My head sunk down as I sighed a deep breathe. I have no idea why but that stupid instinct came back stronger and it hit me like a train. But I was exhausted and once again I needed to pee. This is like the thirteenth time this evening, it’s irritating.

“Are you feeling okay?” Frank asked curiously as I got off him and sat on the floor. I wanted to say yes.

“Honestly, I’m really tired.” I admitted with a tired tone. “And I’m not feeling well.” I added. Frank stood up, he motioned me to lay down. I wasn’t fighting with him all I wanted to do was sleep.  I pulled the covers up. Frank put his hand on my forehead.

“You’re actually really warm.” He announced. He thought for a moment.

“I’ll get the guys to help me make some soup.” He said then left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay there looking up at the ceiling. There have been alot of things wrong with me lately. I wonder if it’s getting to be that time. I gaze over at my calendar, looking at the date and turned over. I jumped out f bed realizing it should’ve been over by now and it hasn’t even started. Now I was disturbed. Okay maybe it’s because I’m sick. But still I’m really scared. I paced the room for a minute. I herd the door open. I turned to see Frank standing there. I matched over to him and closed the door. I snagged the calendar off my wall pointing to the circle that is in red. Franked looked confused as I stood there pointing eighteen days earlier.

“Yeah and?” He asked. I snorted a loud sigh through my nose.

“Frank, I’m late, by almost three weeks.” I announced in a harsh whisper. He looked at me for a second before getting what I was trying to say.

“You don’t think?” Frank asked in a whispering voice. I hated to say no but I hated to say yes, so I was quiet. I just stood there thinking about how I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve done something to stop this! Frank and I sat there for a while. We were quietly thinking. I herd the door open and the three other guys came in. Mikey had a bowl of hot liquid. They stopped and watched us for a while.

“What’s going on?” Gerard demanded the truth. Frank and I exchanged glances and sighed. I handed them the calendar, keeping my eyes on the ground. They didn’t know what was going on until they put the red circles that only appeared once a month for a whole week and the fact that I’ve had the symptoms. Ray tossed the calendar on the bed and gave Frank and I a hug. Mikey stood there with the bowl while Gerard danced around the living room singing ‘I’m gonna be an uncle!’ Over and over. He came back into my room with a huge grin on his face. I stood up and grabbed Gee by the shoulders, looking at all of them seriously.

“This does not! Leave this room. My family can not know, not yet.” I ordered. They nodded with happy smiles on their faces. I sat down again. Mikey held out his arms, giving me the bowl. He was in almost as shocked as Frank and I were. He waddled out of the room.

My eyes flew open widely. As I woke in a cold sweat. I looked over to see Mikey still soundly sleeping beside me. I laid back down and sighed heavily. Huh a dream inside a dream inside a nightmare. That nightmare I call my life. I'm not who I am. I'm some one different and I want to know how to get it back that way. Or better yet how it got this way.