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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 7, 2006 16:11:39 GMT -5
Chapter 42: Tears From A Saint
( No one's point of view)
As Gerard polished the finishing touches to his revenge prank, the only one who had stayed instead of going to work or home was Halie. Of course, Miranda and Frank were still upstairs sleeping in, very late. "So how's this going to work?" Halie asked sitting on the couch and admiring Gerard's craft. "Well she'll open the door and pushing the door will make this whip cream fall on her. The weight from the whip cream will make the pie fall down and smack her in the face." He laughed, amused. "Well, that isn't very nice!" Halie laughed. "Where should I put the hidden camera?" He asked looking around for a place to put a camera. Halie joined in looking around and after much deciding it was hid underneath a blanket that was folded on top of the table. And then, they waited. When Christine was heard pulling into the driveway Gerard and Halie casually sat on a couch that faced the door. They could hear her keys unlock the door, and several moments of nothing happening. Once Christine opened the door, with Houdini in her arms, Gerard's payback ... actually worked. The whip cream poured on her and she dropped Houdini who ran underneath scared underneath a table. Before she could clobber Gerard the pie smacked her in the face. She screamed. Gerard and Halie could not help but fall on the floor laughing. Two pairs of running feet rushed down the stairs as Christine stood in the doorway frozen. "What hap-" Miranda was about to say until Frank covered her mouth. They both broke out in laughter. "Gerard." Christine said slowly. Gerard paid little attention to her. "You are going to die!" She yelled, almost like she was angry, as she made her way to the bathroom. "That was so mean." Miranda laughed after Halie told her what happened while Christine was cleaning up. Gerard had leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door trying to speak to her. She wouldn't listen to him though. "Please, come on, it was a joke, I'm sorry!" He said. He heard her laugh. "Good boy, all I wanted to hear from you that you were sorry." She said.
Later On.
Halie decided to sleep over because she didn't have work in the morning while Frank and Gerard had left for practice. "Hey the other night, Ariel told me to speak to you...about Gerard." Christine told Halie while Miranda was in the shower. "Ariel mentioned to me that you would come to me." Halie said painting her big toe black. "So, um, what's the deal?" Christine said putting a cotton ball between her toe. "Don't interrupt me. Gerard told you that he was off drugs but still drinking. Well, that's half of a lie. Because he's not off drugs and still a heavy drinker. The other night at the show, do you know why Gerard went to his dressing room alone and after the set James 'needed your help' with doing something after. He was really out of it the whole show. We just didn't want you seeing him like that yet because we know that your father was heavy on that stuff. I've noticed, since he has met you, he's taken a lot less of that stuff, like he doesn't want to fuck it up with you. Even though you two have known each other for maybe two weeks now, we can really see in both of you that you're really in love. Which is amazing. So, I don't know what to tell you other then what I just said." Halie said. "So...so, he lied to me?" Christine said. "I guess so, but he was kind of out of it the night he told you right? He wouldn't remember telling you anyway. Just act normal around him for a little while, if you are going to talk to him about it, talk to him after his birthday. Just don't worry about it too much." She responded. "I see, it makes sense." Christine said.
Taste of Chaos Tour <<Christine's Point of View>>
I stood on the side of the stage, with a clipboard in my arms checking off some stuff as lights, cheers, and live music pulsed around me. Many nights like this I had felt sick, not knowing what was going on because I had never had any problems in my previous concert experiences. "Chris, do you have our time we go on?!" Bob yelled over the music. "We go on after The Used!" I yelled back to him, making sure I was right. Taste of Chaos. They should of just called it Chaos because I was feeling it. Although, I hadn't really had too much thought on it, but it could be my PT-SD.
James, had given me the full responsibility of Manager because she had to go tend to a sick family member. While our much beloved Kerrie had to move away. It had been a rough past few months. To start off, Gerard and I had some huge fights. The worst by far was the one that almost broke us up...
It had been over the summer and I had walked in on Gerard taking drugs midday. I had never visually seen him do so, but even though I knew it scared me shit-less. I quickly became enraged with him, yelled at him, and stormed out of the room and outside where I stayed at a park for a few hours. It was nighttime that I left the house and started to walk to a bus stop until I was almost hit by a car. Driven by, Gerard. From there on I became very nasty. "You shouldn't have stopped." I had said to him. He remained froze at the steering wheel wide-eyed. "Because you know if you hit me, you'd make me the happiest person in the world because all my problems would be solved. Come on step on the gas you fag. I swear...or wait maybe if you get out of the car and I take your seat and run you down that would solve my damn problem too. Because if you're too stoned to understand what I'm saying I'll put it in easier words. You promised me you'd stop, for me. I know it's not easy but before my father died he was on the road to recovery, of almost 16 years of doing that shit everyday. You don't amaze me at all, if you'd have enough guts right now you would have stepped out the car. Or maybe, you still don't understand. I love you, I won't ever deny that, but you know what, I hate you. This, you. I don't know why your not making enough effort because you have all of our support. So why don't you tell me Gerard, or it is over." I had said, my voice was intense and it some parts almost screaming. He said nothing. "Maybe the next thing I say will change your fucking mind asshole. When we met, you know that first party we had at my dad's house in Jersey, Frank raped me. Yeah and you know what I never told you. You know why, because I don't want you beating him up, because he apologized and got some damn HELP. Did you see the moral of that story, get HELP. Yes, HELP! So if you decide to change your mind, I'll be with Miranda." I said, putting emphasis on certain areas. He stared at me once again, and we both had anger in our eyes. "Please, get in the car." He said softly. "No, not until you get out here, beg at me feet, apologize, and not break the goddamn promise you made to me. First you lied to me about using drugs and then you broke the promise you had made me to stop them. So, you get out here!" I said pointing to the ground in front of me. And he did just that, he got out of the car, staggered over to me and begged.
The memories, from seeing him collapse, never have gone away from my mind, along with the ones from my father.
I on top of the fights, moved in with Gerard, since we bought a house together and Frank and Miranda lived a few minutes away. I didn't sell my upstate house because it was where we hanged for some rest and relaxation.
But here I was, Taste of Chaos, almost two months after Gerard's grandma passed away, watching the show.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 7, 2006 18:47:57 GMT -5
Chapter 43: Drink Up Beautiful I spiked your cup with angst
<<Christine's Point of View>>
"Hey beautiful." A voice behind me said as a hand slipped around my face. Gerard kissed my cheek and smiled. "Nervous?" I asked him. "No. Just hyped. How about you, been a long time since you've been in a bigger place then a venue." He said to me. I looked at his black bar across his face. "You're marvelous at make-up." "I'll do yours if you let me." He said. "Yes, but I'm afraid I'll come out looking like you." I teased back. He put on a 'jealous' face and I just smiled. "I love how your smile tells everything, whether good or bad." He whispered. "Oh, stop getting all mushy on me!" I giggled. "Miranda! Have you seen my shirt?!" I could hear Frank yell somewhere. "No, it should be where you left it last!" Miranda called back. "But it wouldn't be in the bedroom!" Frank yelled back. I couldn't help but burst out in laughter. "Those two." I sighed.
After I had told Gerard about Frankie raping me, they didn't talk for much of the summer. It was quite hard, since I was a bit mad at him still. But it also hurt me, because whenever I talked to Frank, I could see green flare up in Gerard's eyes. He was jealous. On the last night that Gerard had gotten drunk was when everything was settled. We, had stupidly left Frank and Gerard alone for a few hours to cool off after having a bit of a jab at each other. Gerard had gone to excessive drinking while Frank played guitar. I didn't yell or get mad at Gerard since I thought this is the last time it's going to cool him down. When we got back, there was an ambulance at the house, and when we thought someone was seriously injured, thank God, no one was. Seems Gerard and Frank had a bit of a fight, Gerard a black and blue eye and a slipped knee disk and Frank a dis-aligned jaw and a cracked tooth. Along with scratches and bruises. We are not sure what went down but we know they kind of called it a truce and Frank called the ambulance. The next day they were ruffling each others hair and best friends again. See, that is what I envy in boys, they could be enemies up until the point of death and the next day be best friends, they were just able to shove everything in their past while us girls let us linger in our fingertips.
What's most amazing about that is how guys like them are able to write about it and yet they're able to feel pain but be the most happiest people in the world.
"Hey babe, I'm going to take a five minute break outside. I need complete silence." I told him, giving him a kiss. "Oh, don't take too long though." Gerard said in a whimper.
I put down the clipboard I had been holding and the headphones I had on in case the venue manager needed me and put on my coat. I grabbed a pack of Gerard's cigarettes and went out into the dark alley way. Things like the alleyway didn't scare me because I had been left alone in alleyways before. Sometimes for hours and my imagination would conjure up the most pleasant creations to not scare me. Of course, that was when I was little but sometimes I liked to think there was something there to protect me. I took out a cigarette, lighted in, put to my lips, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled. I repeated that a few times, for warmth mostly since it was freezing and I had mistaken Gerard's suit jacket for my coat in the dark workings of the backstage.
Things were quiet and I felt at ease. The only light that was being supplied had burnt out, or flickered off, or something. I struggled to find the doorknob but realized as I tried to open it, it was locked. My PT-SD was kicking in and I started to sweat and panic.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 7, 2006 20:15:34 GMT -5
Chapter 44: Cinderella's Shoes
<<Frank's Point of View>>
"Miranda! Have you seen my shirt?!" I yelled to Miranda. I had no idea why my shirt was gone and why I hadn't brought it from the tour bus to here. Maybe I just had forgotten. "No, but it should be where you put it last!" She called back to me. "But it wouldn't be in the bedroom!" I called back to her laughing. Sometimes I referred to the tour buses as the bedroom, no idea why, just sort of a thing I have in my head. She walked over to me from the other room with my shirt in her hand. "I was ironing it because it wasn't ironed." She said as-matter-of-fact. "So I didn't leave it in the tour bus?" I said. "No, and if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to make it stay shut." She threatened. "I wouldn't mind that." I said before she kissed me. Miranda had a way of just answering everything I had to say with something much better then I could have thought of. She was brilliant but really fragile, meaning that she had to make sure of everything. When we broke apart she left to go finish her ironing. I ate some veggies and talked with the rest of the band for ten minutes before she came back with my shirt. I put it on and shuddered from how hot it felt. "Shit, ten minutes until you get on!" She said. Bert, Quinn, Jeph, and Branden from The Used just came back all sweaty from there set. "GERARD!" I could hear Bert scream. "What homey?!" Gerard shouted back as he came closer to us. "You guys are on in like 5 or something." Bert said in a boring voice. "Wait, wasn't Christine supposed to tell me?" He asked. "I don't know." Miranda said shaking her head. "She said she was taking a five minute almost a half hour ago." He said looking around. I watched as Gerard walked over to the door that led to the alleyway and tried to open it. It was unfortunately iced shut and he then tried knocking on the door to see if she would respond from outside. With no luck, he came back to us and kept his head down in thought. "Maybe she came back but used the bathroom or had to talk with the venue dude." Miranda suggested not wanting to scare Gerard. The guys from The Used had now went into the snack room. "Miranda can you make everyone get ready to go... the crowd is getting really restless." Gerard said listening to the jeers of the waiting audience. "Alright." she said and she called the rest of the band that they had to perform. I put my hand on Gerard's shoulder as I went and got my Pansy and made sure I had a good pick with me.
Over a half hour later we returned from our set. I had seen Gerard take glances to the side where Christine usually would be and watched as he was disappointed just to see Miranda giving him a reassuring smile.
Miranda had been everything to me for the last few months. She was always making sure I was healthy since I had mono...and well, given it to her too, and some respiratory infections. We barely ever fought because we understood each other to well, and I could read when she didn't want to be bothered. I couldn't help the feeling of guilt I had for hurting her all the way back when.
The whole band agreed that Gerard had given a less then normal performance and we could tell he was extremely worried. He went to speak with the manager of the venue and a few other band manager's. We didn't see him for quite awhile.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 7, 2006 20:55:01 GMT -5
Chapter 45: Face on the Milk Carton
<<Christine's Point of View>>
'Shit.' Was what was running through my head. I tried to scream but with my lungs swelling and the smoke from the cigarette still caught in my throat I couldn't. I then felt as if I was moving by a force. Maybe my feet were leading me to light or something. Sometimes I felt like some of my body parts had minds of their own... But my confusion was answered by something on my face. It was cold and almost numbed my cheek but I could feel the distinct form of five fingers attached to someone's hand. They barely made a sound and I couldn't even make out the form of who it was and for that the price I paid was my knees buckling underneath me. I had tried to find where this person was to keep myself on my feet. This alley had many sharp objects on the ground and it had been snowing before.
Finally through the blurred lenses of my eyes I could see pigments of a light not far off in the distant. As I was being dragged on by this person my senses became a little finer as I started to regain more control over my actions. I could hear the sounds of a motor from a vehicle and I felt myself walk down a curb. The light had become too bright by now, and the motions all around me were fast and I couldn't concentrate on just one. Then I noticed, that I had completely stopped and if I wanted to or had the strength to I could run. I heard a click behind me, as if a door was opening behind me and I happened to turn my head to-wards the sound. Where the sound came from, was beyond my mind, but it not as bright for where I was trying to focus on. I could feel two hands on me now, and my feet float from the ground. The next time I touched some form of platform was in a sitting position. I could feel something like a cloth being wrapped around my wrists and without much further thoughts I could feel myself being lifted up and my back hit something solid.
I awoke, with my eyes fully capable to see again, my senses were back to normal and my muscles were all relaxed. I was somewhere dark, and somewhere that was dark and then I remembered the motor I heard and the clicking noise. I must have been in sometime of car. "If this is some kind of sick joke..." I had started to say, but once I noticed I couldn't talk because something was over my mouth I tried to think of why I would be here. I was defiantly in that darker place, which would be the vehicle, mostly likely a van or truck from the sound of the muffler.
I tried to not let myself panic as my eyes laid upon a window in the back of the, now confirmed, van. It was morning, and the little scenery I could see was passing me by fast making my head sick again.
Part II of Chapter 45: Morning News
<<No one's Point of View>> Everyone had been telling him, 'she'll be back by morning, nothing to worry about.' But it was now 10:00 am and morning was slowly coming to afternoon. The police had been notified of her disappearance. And although he knew she had disappeared, it just registered in his head.
He sat on his bunk, with his head in his hands, wishing that Bert would somehow pop in with something for him. He was having an urge to do the things he promised her he'd never touch. The feeling was so strong this time, apart from the others. He just didn't want to think about his love...possibly gone, and maybe never to return.
"Hey, Gerard, you should eat something." Lauren said bringing in a salad for him. Everyone was crowded in the kitchen talking quietly so Gerard wouldn't hear them. "Not hungry." He replied without moving. "Please, can you at least think about eating." She said sitting next to him. "I'm fine." He said a little to sharply for anyone to think he was. "Well, I'll leave it here for you." She said quietly leaving the salad in the place she had just sat as she left the bunk area.
He needed something to concentrate on other then her. So he got up and walked to the back of the tour bus to watch some TV. Nothing good was on except the news so he watched that. He more likely stared at the screen, his eyes and ears were in-tune, but they weren't accepting any of their responsibilities. Until something caught his eyes....and ears.... "The man who murdered the legendary rock icon Mavis Soprano had broken out of jail earlier this week. Police are now investigating a separate case of Soprano's missing daughter Christine at the sight she was seen last. Christine Soprano disappeared from the Chicago Arena earlier last night with no evidence as to why. Jake Corker, the man who has escaped is a possible suspect to the case. We go now live to police chief George Savage for more details. 'It is to our belief that the case of Christine Soprano's disappearance is linked to Jake Corker's. Of almost 10 years ago, Corker had allegedly sexually abused the then teen Christine. He was arrested shortly after he murdered her father. Our forces are investigating a few places like this Concert Arena and also where Jake was last seen getting gas at a gas station. He was said to be driving a red van and had shortchanged the attendant there in a hurry. The attendant has said that Corker seemed to be in a hassle and looked extremely distressed. To contact us with any information please call the n umber you see at the bottom or visit the news website also on the bottom.'" A photo of Christine from her teen years had been showed along with a more recent one, and a most recent picture of Jake Corker.
Gerard stood up and barged out of the room in furry and walked all the way into the kitchen, where he pushed past everyone and walked outside without a word.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 7, 2006 21:33:09 GMT -5
Chapter 46: Twisted Thoughts
<<No One's Point of View>>
Gerard was now outside, and could hear the sound of police cars. He heard the door open from the tour bus and someone popped out. "Gerard." Miranda said, walking up to him. "She will be alright." She told him, walking over to him. "You said that last night, and is she alright? Fucking no she isn't!" His temper rising. "She is my best friend and everyone's friend in this band. We are worried sick over her." Miranda said, fed up with the attitude he was giving everyone. "I don't see you doing shit about it, you all seem to be devising some great plan in the tour bus but nothing is getting done." He spat back. "I don't see you doing shit either. Listen to me, come back inside." She commanded. "No, the TV is on." He said. "And what difference would it make if it was off?!" Her voice raised. "Then the goddamn TV wouldn't tell me that...that, that fucking bastard Jake Corker had escaped from jail a few days ago and was seen in a gas station somewhere around here! And they wouldn't tell the whole world what happened to her when she was living under the same roof as him! I just, can't do anything, I can't move, I can't feel, I can't do anything." He ranted. "Oh, God." Miranda said quietly putting her hand on Gerard's back to comfort him. "It's all my fucking fault too." He mumbled. "Why?" She asked. "Because if I fucking went with her outside she wouldn't have been gone. And if I have been able to reenact last night I would of told her I love her, over and over. You know she's probably passed out somewhere in that fucking perverted assholes hands, while I'm here able to just do nothing!" He stormed. "Gerard, I'm sure..." Miranda said before Gerard walked away. Miranda quickly ran back inside and told Frank to come out. "Frank he won't listen to a goddamn word, he's just severely depressed over this, go, talk, be guys!" She pushed him out.
Frank ran to catch up with Gerard. "She sent you because she couldn't handle my pathetic problems." Gerard mumbled. "No, she trusts me to help her. She's scares shit-less too. Don't think we all aren't." He said to him. "She said the same thing." He groaned not wanting to here the same story twice. "No, I'm not going to allow this from you, where do you think you're headed too anyway?" He asked. "If the police don't stop me to question me, then I'm going to the nearest bridge." He said. "I don't think there's any bridges in Chicago. Plus, I'd jump off that bridge with you." Frank said. "Why don't you just shove something up your ass, and talk to me when you haven't ever touched Christine!" Gerard spat out his temper flaming. "What do you mean?!" Frank retorted. "I mean talk to me when you never have ever laid a hand on Christine's body to hurt her!" He said slowly. "That is enough!" Frank said. He stopped Gerard and shoved him lightly. You think moping around and feeling all sorry for yourself, when she's the one out there alone is going to help her be found?! We are here for you and you just want to be like her, fucking miserable! I can't believe this Gerard, your a brilliant person and yet you can't think about one damn thing to get her back!" He yelled. "You're right." Gerard said shortly, biting his lip.
"And what if I am choosing to be like this? What if I'll be like this for the rest of my life because I'll never get her back. What if Miranda had been the one missing. I sure as hell couldn't be able to get you to listen! For once think about how I'm feeling instead of assuming that I'm not trying to think of something!" He continued. "Well, I would know that I'd be standing right next to those police checking every fucking thing from where she last disappeared. Because you know what, you never told the police where she was last!" Frank said to him. "Shit!" Gerard said, he ran past Frank and to the police. Frank followed him closely. "She was last, in the alleyway, taking a smoke when she disappeared!" Gerard said walking up to the Chief who he had just seen on the TV a little while ago. "And who are you?" The Chief said. "Don't you remember me from last night, I'm the guy that called in saying she was missing. She's everything to me!" Gerard said annoyed the Chief couldn't remember him.
<<Christine's Point of View>>
The vehicle stopped. And I heard the person in the front seat climb out of the van. There was a complete eerie silence for a few moments. Until the back doors were swung open, and light that shined in made me cringe. When I regained my vision, it was someone I hadn't seen in a very long time. Their hair was now graying as it once had been a beautiful reddish color. The same reddish color I had before I dyed it. They crawled inside the truck and knelt right next to me taking off the cloth from my mouth. "Here, drink this." She said pulling a water bottle from her coat pocket. She untied the cloth around my wrists and handed me the water bottle which I drank. She then hugged me, which I didn't expect and choked a bit on the water. "Sorry!" She said patting my back. "Mom?" I swallowed. "Yes?" She said back, a smile dabbing at her face, along with tears. "What the hell is going on?" I asked her. She sighed. "Jake got out of jail a few days ago. I needed to get you away from that arena, we're safe for now. He wants both of us." she said solemnly. "Both?" I questioned. "It's a long story. But I'll tell you in a bit, we have to drive a bit more before I can explain. Put on this wig and glasses and come up front with me." She instructed pulling the things out of a bag.
Once I was seated in front with her, she started to explain. "I didn't leave your father because I wanted too. Much like your case, he kept using me, raping me, behind your fathers back. I couldn't stand this kind of thing going on and left hoping he would stop bothering our family. But I see he didn't, he took a taking to you. And I had to get you before he did. I've been listening for any news on Jake, I have studied his mind, how it works. And a few days ago when I heard he broke out of jail, I immediately came for you. I know how to fend him off, but you, don't know how to handle him." She said to me. But I wasn't interested in this, I just wanted to call Gerard. I smelled Gerard's jacket that I was still wearing and could smell him. "Do you have a phone?" I asked her. "Yes." And she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Just dial star-six-seven to whoever your calling." She said. "I'm calling Gerard." I said to her. "Whose that exactly?" She asked. "My boyfriend. I miss him so much." I said to her dialing his number.
<<No one's Point of View>> Gerard jumped as his cell phone rang as he was standing near the alleyway she disappeared from last night. He walked over to the side, flipped open the screen to see 'private number' on it. He picked it up anyway. "Gerard." Christine cried into it. "Chris?!" He said shocked back. "Yes, hi baby. I'm OK." Christine took a glance at her mom, and she nodded. "Where are you?!" He asked. Frank had walked right next to Gerard. "I'm with my mom. She saved me. Jake was coming to get me and she knew this and she came and got me, I miss you so much." She cried into the phone. "Oh thank God." He sighed in relief. "Please tell the cops this, tell them where we are, and put them on the phone." She said. "OK, I love you." He said to her. "I love you too." She said back before he handed the phone to the Chief. "Hello?" She asked into the phone. "Hello, who is this?" He asked back. "This is Christine, I'm safe, no one kidnapped me." She said. "Where are you?" It sounded as if he was relieved too. "I'm with my mom somewhere, not sure, but I just passed a sign that said, 'Great Lakes' so I'm somewhere by there." She said. "Can we have this number?" He asked. "Yeah, hold on." She said covering the receiver. "What's the number?" She asked her mom. "1-704-447-2937." She said as the Chief copied it down. "Kay." The Chief said. "Put me on the phone with Gerard again." She asked nicely.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 8, 2006 22:26:01 GMT -5
Chapter 46: Yet in His Eyes all the Sadness of the world
<<Christine's Point of View>>
"I thought I was never going to hear your voice again." He said sadly. "Little Lotte let her mind wander . . .Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins, of shoes, or of riddles. of frocks or of chocolates. No what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!" I said. "You are obsessed with The Phantom of The Opera." He laughed.
"You promised you'd sing to me one day, the Phantom. You said one day, make that day right now, I need to hear you sing." I pleaded. "Christine, I can't-" Gerard said putting his hand over his other hear to hear better. "No, please, I want this more then anything in the world. I need to know you love me." I said to him. "I don't know the words." He said. "Stop trying to get out of it. Just follow me.
Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime . . . Say you need me with you, now and always . . . promise me that all you say is true - that's all I ask of you . . . Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You're safe: No-one will find you your fears are far behind you . . . All I want is freedom, a world with no more night . . . and you always beside me to hold me and to hide me . . . Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . . Let me lead you from your solitude . . . Say you need me with you here, beside you . . . anywhere you go, let me go too - Christine, that's all I ask of you . . . Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . . say the word and I will follow you . . ." I sand into the phone. I could hear his breath in the receiver but nothing else. "Gerard?" I asked. "I've never really heard you sing before." He said. "Well, I sing bad, so I don't like it too much." I said back to him. "No, you sang like an angel." He said. "You sure you haven't seen the movie, I mean Raoul says almost the same thing, well so does the Phantom...to...." I said trying to lead him on to the word. "Christine." He finished off for me. "Very good! I was named after Christine Daae!" I said happily. I looked over to my mom who shook her head. "You sure you're alright, I mean you don't have your medication with you." He said. "I'm doing alright. I'm not scared anymore from hearing your voice. But I miss you, and your the only one I'll ever need." I said sadly. "When can I see you?" He asked. I looked over to my mother again. "I don't know, but if I go another day without seeing you I might just not function." I said to him. "Please don't say that." He moaned.
My mom had looked in the rear view mirror and had pressed on the gas more. "Look, I need to go." I said to him. "Please, you don't have to." He said extremely upset. "I'm sorry...I love you." I said to him. "I love you too." He said. And I ended the phone conversation. "Why did we pick up speed?" I asked my mother who kept taking glances in the mirrors. I glanced behind to and could see a car far off in the distance.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 17, 2006 19:33:02 GMT -5
Chapter 47: Fairytale on Blades
<<No one's point of view>>
"That's not Jake is it?" Christine asked her mom. "No, it's the police, the police in this area were never informed that you're safe, after all you did just get off the phone from Chicago police." She said. "Oh, well let me turn on the news station." Christine said turning the radio on and tuning the stations until she found a news radio station. "The weather now is 14 degrees out, clear sunny skies, it is expected to stay about the same temperature all day until nightfall. In recent news, police have gotten on the trail of the kidnapped heir of the Mavis Soprano legacy. His only daughter, Christine was kidnapped last night at a venue in Chicago after attending the band she manages show. The suspected kidnapper is reported to be long time rapist and prison inmate Jake Corker, who broke out earlier this week. A road block has been set up on I-87 so the suspect will have no where to go and can be easily apprehended. Police are reportedly hot on the trail of the van carrying Christine." The news reporter said. "Oh shit." Adena mumbled squinting her eyes to look ahead. "Should we go off roading?" Christine asked taking a side glance outside her window. "Never mind." Christine added as she saw a few inches of snow on the side of the highway. "Yeah, I sort of figured they set up a roadblock in two places because there has been no cars." Her mother said shifting in her seat. "That makes sense." Christine agreed.
Chicago Venue <<No one's Point of View>>
Frank went with Gerard to get some coffee to keep Gerard awake from his sleepless night. He seemed much happier he was able to speak to Christine, but still scared if she was lying to him and that she'd come back to him alright. When they returned to tour buses, he apologized for being a jerk to everyone and told everyone the good news about Christine. Everyone, gave him a hug, in which he sarcastically rolled his eyes at. He ate a bit and talked with everyone before going to play video games. He got bored easily by playing the Sims, and eventually started to write out of nowhere. It then came to his mind the place Christine loved the most, her country-side secret meadow. Which he now called. He decided the first chance he had he was going to take her back there for a mini-vacation because he they hadn't been there for a long time. Soon after writing, most of which ended a crumbled ball of paper in or around the garbage can he picked up Christine's itinerary from last night. He opened it to look at future dates where most of it were shows marked. He flipped through the pages until he came to April, in which his birthday was circled. A question marked revolved around it with the word 'surprise' before it. A few days before his birthday another square had bee marked up, their one year anniversary. There were notes on whether to combine the two days into one big or keep them separate. He then went back to her last birthday, where a diary he never knew she kept slipped out and hit the floor. He laid the itinerary back where he had left it and picked the diary up.
The diary was running out of pages, and was filled with pictures and writing. He turned to the first page , which was almost a year ago, in January. Although it was December now, almost the new year, it was precisely started on January 1st. 'Dear Diary, Happy New Year? I suppose, not much different from other years, but then again it has only been a few hours since it started, so how could I tell? This year, like most of the past years, was spent Miranda and I, in some bar, drunk off our asses. It was hilarious with the amount of guys flooding to us. Luckily for me, the pepper spray I always carry around comes in handy. I even got Miranda to carry around a bottle of it. Now that I'm hung over, and can't think a bit straighter, I've come to my sense to believe of how big of an idiot I was for getting drunk. I absolutely hate getting drunk, being around drunk people (although it is quite the fun), and witnessing people run their lives to the grave from being drunken idiots. But I suppose, this has been mentioned in previous diaries from my early years. Back when I was just a little girl. No one has hurt me more then firstly Jake and my father. Jake for, as said a billion times before, being the drunken bastard and my father for missing out on everything in my life from being completely wiped out. Miranda is sleeping, Houdini is sleeping, Mr. Ass-face next door set off fireworks all night. He must be an idiot since we are piled in snow. I hope he burned his face off. New Years Resolutions, have any? Not I. Never ever have I, even if a tutor asked me too. I just hate them. Every girl across America vows to loose 20 something pounds, every guy to beef up, and every idiot to become UN-stupid. Makes no sense as far as I'm concerned, but emotions run deep in this diluted body of mine. There are things I'll never tell anyone at all. Not even if I ever love, again.' And that was the first entry.
Love again? Gerard thought. She had told him she was never in love with anyone. His eyes read on to the next few pages. Nothing interesting except work and constant parties.
Until a few days before meeting himself and MCR.
'Dear Diary, It is just a few days after his birthday, that is, the only person through the last 7 or so odd years who I could ever love. What a jerk, but I suppose this diary should know the secrets. Apart from Miranda and Houdini, no one else knows, and no one else should ever know. His name Cody Berkshire, or as I knew him Cody Sheath. Moron, bastard, and yet I was dangerously attracted to him. I met him years ago through the skate park friends, he came along with them, and flirted with me all night long. Soon after, I was drunk and tongue-wrestling with him. I guess I was a moron too. The very next day I came to my senses and tried to talk to him, he apologized and asked me formally to dinner. I accepted and he took me to a restaurant in the city. It turned out we had a lot in common, conversation flowed, and I thought there was a spark. And, making a haste decision as always, decided to go out with him. We came inseparable for a few months, but kept it as discreet as we could since he hated being out in public. Miranda was the only one to know. It seemed so wonderful to be with him until I went to his apartment one day when he wasn't there. He told me he never wanted me to be there without him, but he hadn't answered his phone all day so I was worried. I snooped around his room a bit, and found a locked box that intrigued me. I picked the lock, and found things about me. Pictures I had never shown him, my drunken whore photos, as I affectionately called him. Then I found papers, papers about me, and letters to people. These letters were disgusting, and I found out, after reading, he was using me. He had a girlfriend on the side, and was using my drunken photos and putting them on line and in magazines. Then he came through the door with his slut, making out, and found me there. I ran out with the papers and photos in my hand and never spoke to him again. It was horrible and I was afraid to go out again with anyone. So I really never did.'
And that was the end of that entry. Gerard was fuming inside, but also sympathetic. He was never told about this Cody.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 18, 2006 17:08:23 GMT -5
Chapter 49: Doused in Trouble
<<No one's point of view>>
Christine grabbed a bag of chips she found in the back of the van and started to aimlessly munch on them. Adena, her mom, shifter forward in her seat and squinted her eyes. "Shit." She sighed slowly making the speed of the car descend. "Hey, what the--" But Christine stopped herself from further questioning her mother's actions. Squinting her own eyes, she could see a bunch of police cars far ahead in the distance. "Shit to the hardcore." Christine groaned. "Oh boy, get the cell out." Her mom sighed once again. "Why'd we wear these wigs and disguises anyway?" Christine laughed. "You know, I have no idea. Fun thing to do." She laughed along. "Ag well, least I'll be able to use the bathroom once were out of this car." Christine stretched as they came closer to the road block. Adena slowed down to a nice 30 miles per hour, before completely stopping a few feet from the road block. "Come out with your hands up!" Some stupid police officer yelled with a bull horn. Christine looked at her mom and laughed, she felt like they were Bonnie and Clyde. Christine and Adena both opened there doors and slide out from the van, hands up. A cop quickly rushed over and lead Christine by the hands away from her mother while other officers handcuffed her mother. "Wait! She's my mom!" Christine called out. She fought off the cop that had her in his grip and pulled out her mom's cell phone and dialed Gerard's number.
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Gerard felt his phone ring again as he read through more diary entries. He felt guilty for reading her personal thoughts, but angry about things she never told him. "Hello." He answered, picking up the phone. "Gerard, hey um, well, I'm sort of in a bit of trouble." Christine laughed at the end of the phone. "What's wrong?" He said sliding out of his bunk. "Well the police don't believe that it's my mom, and yeah, I need the police over there, to contact the police over here and sort everything out." She said. "Hey, you sound cold , are you alright?" He asked. "Gerard, please, get the police for me. They're going to take my mom into custody. Hurry, please." She said, her voice now impatient and annoyed. "Well, firstly, I thought you hated your mother, and secondly, why don't you secretly consult your dear Cody!?" He yelled into the phone. "Gerard, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" She yelled back, getting evil glances from the police around her. "I read your little diary! I didn't want to, but it caught my eye! Let's see yourself get out of this!" Gerard yelled as he hung up the phone and threw it on his bunk. He stormed out of the bunk area and into the kitchen where everyone was. "Gerard what's wrong?" Halie said, as everyone went quiet. "Christine's a fucking whore." He mumbled opening the refrigerator. "Why? What happened is she OK?" Miranda asked, getting up from her seat. "Yeah she's going to be fucking great. After she gets done with all the police shit. Fucking asshole." He said slamming the door to the fridge. "Gerard, seriously, c'mon now!" Miranda said. "I read her diary, alright!" He snapped. "Why the hell would you do that?" Lauren said from her corner. "I was looking through her itinerary." He said. "And, spit it out, boy." Ariel chimed in. "And it just fell out, I knew I shouldn't have read it but I did." He said. "And why are you so mad now, she should be the one mad at you." Cy interjected. "Miranda would know." He said. "I would know what?" Miranda asked. "About Cody." Gerard said unscrewing the cap to his water bottle. Miranda left her mouth ajar. "What's wrong?" Frank asked Miranda. Ignoring him Miranda asked Gerard, "And she never told you about him?" "Fuck no." He answered. "Well, why are you blowing this out of proportion?" Miranda weighed. "Blowing what out of proportion?!" Frank asked, annoyed about being ignored. "Because she never told me. She lied to me, I asked her 'Did you ever love someone other then me?' And she lied straight into my eyes. Bitch!" He said disgusted. "Listen Gerard, her relationship with Cody was extremely bad." Miranda said. "Bad enough that she loved him?" He questioned. "She never really did, she was just attracted to him." She argued. "Sure. She could have at least told me!" He said. "Well, I'm not going to be the one to tell you anyway." She said disgusted at him. "Calm down Gerard, jeez." Halie said. "You shouldn't have read her diary in the first place!" Ariel said as she picked up Houdini and stroked him. "So now I'm the idiot?" Gerard said. "Dude, cool it. You're being a jerk about this whole thing." Frank said. "Whatever." Gerard said going back to the bunks.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 18, 2006 19:08:20 GMT -5
Chapter 50: Break My Rib Cage, Why Don't You?
<<Christine's Point of View>>
Fucking Idiot. Going through MY privacy like that. He couldn't even help me now. "Let my mom go. I'm fucking serious!" I yelled to the police officers. "Please restrain yourself from using that language, it is subject to be used against you if you do not comply to our orders." A snobby police officer said. "Fine, fuck you. Let her goddamn go!I swear, why don't you believe me?" I started to cry. Not about what was going on here, but what happened miles away.
It could be a possibility that Gerard and I were over.
I slumped limply to the ground and felt like I had been kicked by Karma. Secrets don't make friends, is the truth. And I had been beaten by my own.
I know I thought about telling him, but I was too afraid to bring up what Cody was like to me.
Then again, I'm stupid. Should have listened to the Angel side in my head and told him...everything. But you know, the Dark Side is always funner, or so I have heard. I guess it was funner, up until now. I had, completely ruined my perfect life. In which my fears of not getting married or getting married when I'm old, well those were going to scare me like fears do.
The police, amazed at my sudden change of mood, stepped back so I could have some room. "I miss him." I cried into my knees. Then a very nice officer knelt next to me. "Who?" she said rubbing my back. "I fucked everything up with him. All because of stupid secrets I have that I never told him that he found out and ugh." I cried, making one really bad run-on sentence. "Your boyfriend?" She asked softly. I nodded my head, but then shook it side to side. "Now my Ex." I corrected her. She looked up at the other officers, "I believe her, let her mom go." "Alright Lieutenant. YOU HEARD WHAT SHE SAID, LET THE SUSPECT GO!" The other officer said, and then yelled. "Alright." The other officers called back.
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I felt like she was a different person, like I was meeting her for the first time since I had never seen this side before. I felt distant from her and everyone else because no one was understanding how much this hurt. I sounded pathetic and this lie I lt she was living is just as pathetic as well.
Maybe we're all just destined for our hearts to be broken? But what am I thinking, I hadn't lost her, I was just mad at her. Maybe madder then I think I am.
The diary was where I left it, closed on the bunk. I was kind of scared of it, because of everything it told. I decided to pick it up again and read one of the last few entries, from just a few days ago.
'Dear Diary, Don't I sound childish every time I write dear diary. I guess so, but its nice to keep a part of youth close by. I think everyday I write in here and start off on the same subject, or at least for the last few months I have so. He slightly pulled me on stage today, and he knew I didn't want to become a media girlfriend. I didn't mind though, because he only introduced me as the band manager. I kind of felt like I knew the power Gerard said he felt every time he stepped on to the stage. But it wasn't just a stage any more, it was like a box, and everyone in that room had a passion for something that was kept in that box. And when you stepped on that stage, that box would open and unleash the immense passion. Stupid analogy, I know. I wanted to kiss him so badly on stage. But even I knew I had to limit my wants. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't know how much I love him. I remember hearing when I was little, that no one has ever been able to describe love. And I believe in that. But here, let me put it this way. If anyone in particular asked me, how far would I go if I could get him back if he died, I'd respond something like this. There's really no measure or length to how far I would go, because as it has been said, I would go to the ends of the Earth and all those other cliche phrases. But whats not cliched in today's society I would switch places with him. I would send my soul to the devil for him back, even though I'd be the one under the grass. Or if I was an Angel I would cut off my wings and become his, because there is really no other way to describe how much I love him. I also believe, that you are only going to love one person in your life, and I mean not-family love but love. So, I know that's him, and I know that he is the only person I'll ever love, even if he doesn't love me back.
But this, leads to another subject, one I painfully dread remembering, yes a 4 letter word not the one with 'L' or 'H' but the one with 'C.' No, not Cunt. Cody. See, the day I told him I loved him, was because he told me first that he loved me. So, what was I to say back? I lied to my heart, and I truly don't understand why I kept staying with him. Miranda kept trying to break us up, repeatedly, because she knew what was going on. She knew he was cheating and more importantly she knew the abuse I was going through. Cody was over the house one day and we had gotten into one of our daily fights and as Miranda searched for her keys to the house, she heard us screaming at each other, so she peaked through the window. She saw that he hit me and she saw why I had always gotten so many bruises from him.
And I lied to her saying the bruises that I had were from us playing hockey.
Stupid me, once again. So, yeah, there you have it, the love vs. attraction rant by me, once again like always.'
I had no idea how to react to this.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 18, 2006 23:43:00 GMT -5
Chapter 51: Try and Picture My Lips
<<No ones P.O.V>>
Christine clutched the jacket she had on closer to her, the aroma of Gerard still stained it. "No....no....no...no...no, NO,NO,No,NO!" Christine screamed, getting louder and faster. As Adena was excused by the police she ran over to her daughter, who was starting to shake and tremble. Her eyesight was failing to keep sight and her head was becoming lightheaded. The clutch she had on the jacket lessened until her hands fell limply to her side. "Oh, God! Get help! Please!" Her mother cried to the officer's nearest to her. Two of them ran over while the other one made a phone call. They checked Christine's pulse, which was still barely flowing through her veins. One of the officers took off their jacket and wrapped it around Christine's body. As they laid Christine's body on the pavement, Adena's cell phone rolled out of her pocket, which Adena picked up. She searched her phone history and found the last number dialed, Gerard's number. After a few tries, he picked up. "Hello, this is Adena, Christine's mother, is this, um, Gerard?" She asked trying to conceal her cracking voice. "Uh, yeah." He answered unsure of what was going on at all. "Listen, they are bringing Chris to the nearest hospital over here, which I think is Saint Mary's, she's had some kind of seizure or something, I don't know...." Her voice faded until it ran thin. She broke out into tears as she followed the officer who picked up Christine and brought her into a warm patrol car until the ambulance was to arrive. "Is she alright?" Gerard asked, now even weighed by his stupid actions. "I-I don't know!" She cried into the phone. "I'll be there as soon as possible." Gerard said holding the phone tightly. Adena managed to choke out a 'thank-you' before she bid him goodbye. She looked at her daughter inside the patrol car with an officer over her side, squished between the front seat and backseat foot resting area. She slide the cell phone into her own pocket and clasped her hands together in prayer.
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Gerard slid his own phone into his pocket before, going once again, into the kitchen area. "Oh, look whose back again!" Miranda rolled her eyes. "Shush, no time, we are going to Saint Mary's hospital." He said. "Where the fuck is that?" Ray asked. Everyone looked at Bob. "Fine, fine, I know where it is. But we better get on the road right now if we want to get there before sunset." He said. "Will you explain to us what is going on?" Cy asked, stroking Mikey, who was asleep on a chair this whole entire time. "I'll explain once were on the road." Gerard said. "Alright whatever." Lauren said, shifting over so Bob could get into the driver's seat of the tour bus. "Who is going to drive the other bus?" Bob asked. "Can't we leave it here?" Ariel reasoned. "And what would that do for us?" Frank chimed in. "I'll drive it, Ariel come on." Ray said standing up, pulling Ariel gently by the hand. They left and everyone assembled themselves. They even arranged police cars into a convoy so they could speed to-wards the hospital.
Hours later, they came into sight of a large hospital, which Gerard didn't even wait until they were fully parked. He jumped out of the bus and ran to the hospital doors, and then to the receptionists desk. He asked the receptionist about Christine and was told to go 13 floors up to Room 2333. He left without thanking her and took the stairs, 13 floors up. By the time he got up there, his knees were killing him and he was painfully out of breath. But he urged himself on to find the room.
The shiny brass numbers next to the door were above a removable sign that had the patient's name. 'C. Soprano' he read quickly before slowly walking into the entry way. He didn't go further, the outline her body cast from the sunsetting laid on the floor. Her chest moving slightly up and down, making the shadow almost dance on the floor. He slowly staggered into the dark room and knelt next to the bed, next to his sleeping beauty. All the color from her face had been faded completely, and as he ran his fingers over her cold lips, a cold chill shot through his spine. An odd smile lined the lips of his own, while tears of sorrow cascaded down his cheeks. Happy, to know she was alive and that he could see her after fearing the worst for a night. Sad, many reasons, the whole fight and that she was in this bed. "I'm so sorry." He repeated softly over and over to her. He didn't like the awkward silence, because the machines and monitors were buzzing away.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 19, 2006 1:01:18 GMT -5
Chapter 52: That Girls Not Right In The Brain
[[No one's P.O.V]]
Gerard smoothed his hand to underneath her chin, with his thumb stroking her cheek. She was like porcelain to him, fragile and beauty in one existence. Except she wasn't hollow, her insides were filled with more then just organs and tissues. It was filled with a soul. "I'm truly sorry to interrupt, but you must be Gerard." A voice from behind him said. He turned his head to look at a woman who looked like a well-kept 40-year old Christine. Her hair as a shining red instead of Christine's artificial purple, in which she was growing out to be red again. "Mr. Soprano?" He asked. "Adena, I prefer. Doctors say her condition has worsened. Well, I didn't know about her condition but yeah, it has worsened." She sighed pulling up a chair. "How so?" He questioned. "Well they just told me her symptoms would worsen and be more frequent. What I don't understand is the symptoms to what are worsening. I mean, I know she has PT-SD but, what is going to happen?" She responded. "Yeah, I've always wondered that too." He said lightly. "So, how is she?" Her mother asked. "Well, I don't know, I just got here a few minutes ago, my friends should be up here soon too. I've never seen her so pale before. I feel like it is all my fault." He said back, his hand still on her cheek. "Oh, that was the jangly bunch that was at the receptionists desk. Don't be too hard on yourself, she did go through a very traumatic event you know. And that would be my fault." She reasoned. "Yeah but I'm the idiot that broke her heart." He said sadly. "Knock, knock!" Miranda said as she tapped the door. Everyone was literally there. Adena looked surprised and greeted them in and Gerard stayed where he was, looking down on Christine's face. The room wasn't quiet anymore, side conversations between the couples exchanged. But, Gerard stayed concentrated, in his mind he was focusing on trying to wake her, but not startle her. At this point, he was trying to remember the lyrics she sang to him earlier, the Phantom of the Opera lyrics. He couldn't but lowly hummed out the melody to Demolition Lovers.
"He's mental." Miranda giggled as she laughed into Frank's ear. He smiled and reached for Miranda's hand. "I hope there drama will stop." Frank laughed. "Oh me too, I'm so tired of it." She laughed back. "I'm glad she's alright though." He said. "Of course, what would I do without my best friend?" Miranda said, not wanting a response.
Gerard looked over to the corner, and looked at his jacket she had been wearing, hung up on it. He smiled to himself and turned his attention back to his wonderful Christine. Her eyes were open, glazed and staring right in front of her. She didn't even blink, just stared, drained of all emotions and power. Gerard gently moved his hand away from her cheek and studied her intently. She didn't seem to notice his presence, or anyone, just tranced. Gerard looked over to the little end table next to him, where a clipboard was. He picked up the clipboard and noticed doctors' handwriting. "Most likely be slipping in and out of a coma for several days."
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 19, 2006 21:11:48 GMT -5
:-*Chapter 53: Its A Heart Monitor
<<No One's Point of View>>
The look on Gerard's face faded, it showed a face of determination. He felt like all hope was lost. He set down the clipboard and returned his attention to her, still gazing at the ceiling. "Hey, her eyes are open!" Miranda squealed happily. Gerard shook his head, sullenly. "She's still in a coma." Gerard said, picking up the clipboard once more and tossing it to Miranda. "Well, that's really freaky, shut her eyelids then!" Frank laughed, peering over Miranda's shoulder. "Nope. Her eyes are pretty." Gerard said. "Dude seriously. Please close her eyes, it's freaking me out!" Ariel chimed in snuggling into Ray. "Mikey wake up!" Cy said, flicking Mikey's head. "What...I'm really tired!" Mikey yawned, stretching out on his seat. Gerard rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get some coffee, I need the extra energy." Halie said getting up and laving. Gerard nodded and stayed knelt on the floor.
[[Hours Later]]
Everyone had retreated into the tour buses, including Adena and excluding Gerard.
He had pulled up a chair next to Christine's bed and held her hand stationary the whole night. "Damn Gerard, you really love her." Miranda said poking Gerard to wake him up. "Huh, what? What time is it?" He said groggily opening his eyes. "It's morning and we brought you coffee and a donut." She said holding the food in front of him. "Aw, thanks." He said taking the food one-handily from her. "You really won't let go of her will you?" Bob said, sipping his own coffee. "Nope." said Gerard as he bit his donut. It was silent as everyone ate their breakfast.
That is, until, Christine's heart monitor started to beat rapidly. Gerard looked up and immediately jumped out of his seat. "Someone go get someone!" He yelled. Halie's footsteps could be heard jogging out of the room and down the hall. Just a few moments later a doctor ran into the room, followed by an out of breath Halie. The doctor quickly pushed Gerard to the side, breaking his hand from Christine's. He checked her eyes, and pulse manually and quickly read the levels of her fluids. He frequently pressed the 'Nurse' button and put another needle into Christine's wrist. "What the hell is going on?" Adena cried, scared for her daughter. A few nurses rushed into the already crowded room and hastily spoke with the doctor and changed some settings on Christine's bed. While the nurses were busy looking at the settings the doctor turned to Gerard. "We have to take her into the emergency room but she will be alright." He said to him. Gerard swallowed hard and nodded. The nurses started to push the bed outside the door while the doctor followed. Gerard quickly followed into the hallway, watching them push Christine to the emergency section. "Gerard." Adena said putting her hand on his shoulder. "He looked up at her. "What's going on?"
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 23, 2006 22:38:36 GMT -5
Chapter 54: Morgue Skipping
Gerard moved Adena aside and tried to follow after the doctors. But a nurse stopped running with them and stopped Gerard. "You can't go any further." She said to him, with a clipboard in his hand. "What's wrong with her?" Gerard asked frustrated. The nurse looked down at her clipboard, as Gerard tried to look past her to find an empty hallway. "Well, it seems she's having an allergic reaction to something they gave her. They are unsure, it could be a very bad unbalance of nerves and hormones, but right now we can't tell you." She said. "OK, but what about the condition and symptoms she'll be having when she comes out of this?" He said, frantically running the fingers through his hair. The nurse looked down at her clipboard again. "Oh, OK. Well, let us see. She will be having a lot of hallucinations. A lot by the looks of it. These hallucinations will be her sort of in a dream state. You see, she will be having these hallucinations of past events and memories in her life. When she's having these, she won't recognize you. But if there, if there's someone in that memory she'll identify you as that person. They could be of anything her memories, things she can't even remember. I also advise you that you hide and lock up anything that can kill her." She said monotonously. "Why?" was all Gerard could say. "Well, because she'll also be sleep walking and her memories might have her drink something, so she might pick up a bottle of, oh I don't know, nail polish remover and drink that." She suggested. "Oh, is there anything else?" He asked. "Well, not that I can think of now. Now, Mr. Way I presume, could you please take a seat in the waiting room, visitors are not allowed beyond this point." She said kindly. He nodded his head slowly, and turned, with his hand on the back of his head, and walked back to the waiting room. Everyone was there, sitting patiently, there own side conversations in tow. "Hey Gerard." Halie said. He grunted and looked over to her in acknowledgment. "I went to the tour bus, and found this." Halie said tossing him Christine's 'Phantom of The Opera' CD. "And what am I supposed to do with it?" Gerard said, trying to contain his emotions, and also remembering the conversation he had with Christine before on the phone. He was feeling just plainly horrible. No better way to put it. The person he loved and cherished most in the world; he felt like they were both fading because of how he got mad at her. "Listen to it." Frank said holding a CD player and headphones in his hands. Gerard glared at Frank. "He sort of overheard your conversation with Christine on on the phone. While you were talking about it." Miranda confessed. Gerard glared and snatched the CD player from Frank. "I'll be in the bathroom, if I'm needed just send someone there." He said walking to the bathrooms.
There was luckily no one in the bathroom, as he sat on the window ledge and put the headphones on his neck. He put in one of the few disc's and randomly selected any song, not looking at any titles. He listened intently for the first minute and a half of a song until a part caught his attention. "Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . . Oh God - if I agree, what horrors wait for me in this, the Phantom's opera" Most of it seemed, too surreal to him, he could fit some pieces of the song into her thoughts. Then he wondered, since people in a coma are suppose to dream, what hers would be. If it was a good dream, then something bad was happening. But if it was, a bad dream, a disturbing one, well then, it would just be the opposite. Gerard listened to the Cd's for awhile until he felt the vibrations of footsteps come closer to him. He looked up and Bob was standing in front of him. Gerard slid his headphones to his neck, in a much better mood, and waited for Bob to say something. "The doctor's said she can be visited, two at a time, we want you to go alone, take as long as you like. She's in the same room she was in before." Bob said. A small smile curled on Gerard's lip as he nodded his 'thanks' to Bob. He walked passed him and into the hallway, preparing himself for seeing her. His fault, he thought once again. He came to the closed door and spread his hand over it.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 24, 2006 20:09:26 GMT -5
Chapter 55; Secrets in Lipstick
He let out a sigh and slowly opened the door to the dimly lit room. Some type of bandage was neatly wrapped around her head this time, and she was calmly breathing. He walked instead to the window and drew open the blinds a little. The night brought in no light, except the gazing eye from the stars and the full moon. Gerard smiled to himself and turned around to her bedside. "Hi!" He said, in an amused tone. He receieved an empty response. "C'mon I know you're there!" He poked her. He still receieved an empty response. "Fine..." He said slyly, "I'll let you be that way." And he poked her again, and again. "What- what is wrong with you?" She mumbled groggily. "Ah-ha! I knew you were alive in there somewhere!" He said, deceasing his pokes. She just groaned and lifted her hand to her forehead. "Head hurts?" He asked. "Much." She garbled out. "I'm glad to see your awake. You want me to get you food from the tour bus? You don't need this hospital food shit." He said. "Not hungry." She choked out, her eyes still closed. He rounded over to the other side of her bed and kissed her cheek. She nodded her head slightly and removed her hand from her forehead, and like a blind ferret tried to find Gerard's face. "Why don't you open your eyes?" He laughed, remarking on how stupid she looked. "Because this is peaceful." She groaned. "Well I'll leave you to struggle." He said sitting down in the chair next to the bed. "Hm, nice to know this is how I'm treated after I get out of a coma or whatever." She said softly. "I'm sorry, anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked fixing the tie on his suit. "I could really use an apology." She said. He shuffeled our of his seat and came right to her bedside. "I was a jerk. Plain as that, I was ignorant and selfish and my mind was on overdrive. We all have skeleton's in the closet that we don't like bringing up. I'm also sorry for going through your personal space without asking, but I was scared and nervous, and I felt like it would take my mind off things. That said, being selfish. So darling, will you accept my apology, as lame as it is?" He said. She opened her eyes to look into his face. "Well, we'll have to seal it with a kiss won't we?" She giggled lifting her head off the pillow to meet his lips.
As his warm lips touched her cold ones, it sent shivers down both their spines. "I love you, sweetie pie." He laughed pulling away from their incredible kiss. She laughed even more. "Okay, I know. I know you're going to literally murder me but I must bring it up. The Phantom in Phantom of the Opera, his name is Gerard Butler. I find that hysterical." She laughed propping herself up. Gerard just gave a sour face. "Well, we'll have to watch it when we get back, I just listened t the soundtrack. Fucking incredible." He smiled. "Well, let us just hope Mikey didn't put cheese in there like last time and left it on all night." Christine laughed again. "Yeah, true, but I really didn't care. Except for we couldn't watch that movie. And it was only a DVD player, not God." He said. "Yes, but we did spend our time better." She winked. "And plus remember that DVD players are over a hundred dollars. If I broke the DVD player would you kill me?" She continued. "No, I'd buy it for you." replied Gerard. "Suck up." She said pushing his chest a bit. "You should call everyone in." She said again. "But that would ruin our fun." He said diving in for another kiss.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 24, 2006 22:32:55 GMT -5
Chapter 56; And A Morning's Good Kiss
Their lips collided again and their tongues danced against each other's. She started to laugh during the kiss as he slid his hand behind her neck. She started to laugh so much they had to break apart. "What's so funny?" He looked at her wildly. She kept laughing and eventually wiped away a tear. "I'm wearing a head cast and we're like making out!" She laughed out. He joined her in laughing and looked at her silly.
She slid her hand behind her head and winced and pulled away her hand. She slowly moved her hand back there, curiously, and felt a large ridged bump. "Ewe!" She said lightly tracing the wound with her hand. "Does it hurt?" Gerard said looking around her head to see. "Of course it hurts. They must of like cut me open, ewe, gross. I wonder why though." She said pulling her hand away. "Well, I think I should go get the others, you need the rest anyway." He said sadly, standing up. "Oh OK, gimme a kiss before you leave." She said carefully leaning her head back on her pillow. He leaned over and kissed her shortly on the lips and walked slowly out of the room, watching her close her eyes. "Yeah you could all go and see her, she's kinda tired and groggy but yeah she's awake." Gerard said as he addressed everyone in the waiting room. "So everything worked out?" Miranda said, a bit of concern in her voice. "Yep." He replied sitting down. "Well, you said we could all go?" Halie said standing up and giving her muscles a stretch. Gerard nodded. Everyone also stood up and started to slowly chatter their way to her room. As Miranda walked passed Gerard she flicked his head. "You're such a moron." She laughed. "Ha thanks." Gerard yawned.
"Hey Mikey!" He called down the hallway. "What?!" Mikey called back annoyed. "Did you put cheese in the DVD player?" Mikey rolled his eyes in the distance and continued walking to wards Christine's room.
Christine was let out in the morning, and was put under heavy medication and watch, which she did not like at all. "I'm not a baby, I can take care of myself, no fuss." She said putting on a pot of coffee that Gerard had offered to do. "You know the previsions! You can snap into a hallucination at any time. Plus, you could loose your memory at times. Sweetie, I just want you to be safe and OK." He sweetly argued. "I know you care. But trust me on this, I can do stuff on my own, for example, I can put on a pot of coffee. Plus Mikey looks like he's going to die without it!" Christine said looking over her shoulder to Mikey, Cy, Ray and Miranda playing some sort of video game. "Did you take your meds?" He asked leaning against the counter. "All 4 I have to take in the morning. And 3 I have to take at night. So yeah I took all my pills for the morning. Plus I'm hiding my pills. I don't want anyone knowing where they are." She said. "But what if you have like a seizure and we need to give you the placebo or the other one." He said getting a bit confused. "Then I'll die. Fine, I'll let those be free. But no one can seriously touch them. I hate them as it is." she said. "You know I wouldn't take them." He said deeply. "I know, babe. Your clean, it's good. Just I'm a bit touchy today. What did the doctor say. I'll be off for a few days. Probably because of my paranoia of my damn head cast." Christine said turning off the coffee. "Well, um, yes. You'll be fine though." He said.
"I ROCK! I beat you Frank! Who rules now?!" Miranda yelled triumphantly. "Oh No you didn't! No ones ever beat me in this game! I call a rematch!" He said loudly back. "Well I guess there's a new champion! And stop being such a sore loser!" She said, pretending to rub it in. Christine and Gerard exchanged looks of insane suppressed laughter.
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