Advantages of A Mind Plague

Can I Collide With the Night Sky, Or Is My Dream A Bit too High?

Can I collide with the night sky?

Is my dream a bit too high?

What keeps me grounded here in Day

Is a tale, I'd rather not say

But as things go, such an obvious rhyme

It seems that we've, Been blessed with time.

Gerard had actually liked attending school, he liked the organized chaos of the classrooms, the twisting corridors, the lunchroom categorized by social standings, the bored teachers; he enjoyed all of it. Well, he enjoyed the memory of it.

Gerard couldn't actually attend school anymore, he couldn't do much of anything anymore, not really. Death tends to put a rather disheartening damper on your plans, at least, until you realize you have two massive wings growing from your back.

At first, they'd hurt like a Motherfucker, causing him to be laid up for nearly a week whilst they expanded and took shape.

He had a rather lofty view, up in the heavens, but he didn't get to stay for Long. As soon as he had recovered, he'd been sent back down to earth, his mission to spare others the fate he had been unjustly served.

He was allowed to have his pick from the human population, the only rule that it had to be someone he had had contact with before his death.

Frank Iero was his name, the unfortunately fortunate male who would receive Gerard's guidance and safe guard when required. Gerard had a slight crush on him once before, and was rather perturbed that he had passed before it had the chance to blossom. Here he was though, able to spend the rest of his Unlife with his Wanted Lover. He merely wished he didn't have to watch him die as well.

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Frank laughed rather obnoxiously, his laughter aimed at nothing in particular. He stumbled along the street, the one where the bar he had just come from was located. He occasionally fell, but he always picked himself back up, Gerard watching intently and following not far behind.

The drunk Frank made it home unharmed, miraculously without Gerard's help, and once he reached the safety of his apartment, promptly fell asleep right in the living room, passed out on the couch. Invisible, of course, Gerard sat with Frank whilst he slept, unable to do the same.

Gerard was basically a ghost, when he was not needed, passing through things and unable to alter physical objects an such. When his presence was required, he was as solid as any human, but he was still Invisible to nearly everyone. There were a few gifted with the sight, but they usually got locked away in various looney bins, since angels can't show up on camera or be traced in any other way. They didn't even have a scent, couldn't even shift the air around you until you were in danger.

With Frank, Gerard certainly had his hands full. Frank tended to get drunk quite a lot, which certainly couldn't be good for his kidneys and liver, but there wasn't anything Gerard could do about that. It wasn't like he could write Frank a note or anything. Anyway, drunk Frank, like any other influenced human, was prone to making terrible decisions while the alcohol ran through his system. He would wander down various alleys, ones that alert Frank knew were the homes of gangs and shady people, and the job fell on Gerard to steer him home every time. Gerard was exceptional with his job, even able to put aside his past feelings for his ward. He had almost grown to enjoy following Frank around, at least he had until Jamia came along.

"Hi, is this seat open?" The strange woman had asked, her words barely making it through Franks fog clouded mind. He nodded vaguely, and turned his attention away from her, and back to the amber liquid glistening in his glass.

"My name is Jamia, what's yours?"

"Frank." He said, managing not to slur that single syllable.

Hours later, they were still conversing, the fog fading just enough to carry on a normal conversation with Jamia.

"Well Frank, Would you mind if I stayed with you for a while?"

"like, at my house?" He asked, slightly shocked and confused.

"Yeah, is that okay? I mean I understand if you don't want me to but I just really like you and I can't stay with my ex any longer-things are awkward enough as it is-"

"It's fine-and for the record Jamia, I really like you too."

At this they both blushed, and left the bar, fingers linked.

That had been painful for Gerard to watch, and the events that unfolded over the next few years were even worse. Gerard had to stand idly by as Frank slowly forgot Gerard, and started his life with Jamia. They had one child, then another, and another, all while Franks musical career was kicking off. Gerard almost felt unnecessary, and it was when he stood by, protecting the family from petty things like car crashes and house fires, that he realized he was slowly fading. He watched Frank and Jamia grow old together, watched Lily, Cherry and Miles grow up, and watched with a heavy heart as the coffins paraded down the street, locked in the back of the hearse. They had died, Frank passing six years before Jamia, and it pained Gerard to know that death was the one thing he was powerless against. His future was planned out ahead, his job then to care for Miles, the male of the house, and his son or firstborn daughter, and their son or daughter, so on and so forth. Gerard would forever watch after the Iero family, sitting by the sidelines, keeping them from an early death, keeping them from colliding with the night sky, keeping them from flying much too high.