A/N: So. This little story is about/inspired by Gerard Way's series of nightmares and Mikey Way's experiences at the Paramour Mansion. I took a lot of inspiration from the song "Sleep", and also from my own personal ideas, experiences, and emotions. Hope you enjoy.
No no no no no no no….
His heart was pounding as he ran up through the city, through the mansion, running, leaving, burning, killing…
Everyone was dead. It was his fault. He brought this upon them. Each and every one of them. The bodies were everywhere, pilling up together, growing more and more like some sick plant. He was running and crying it was his fault all his fault he did it he was a killer no no he had to escape run run run…
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His eyes flicked open, consciousness still trapped in a nightmare. Terror, he thought. Blood. Death. Pain. It took him a while to realize where he was. In a room in the Paramour Mansion, safe in bead. As safe as you can be in this hellhole, he thought.
Sitting up against the headboard, he contemplated what had just terrorized him. It was a dream, a nightmare. Ha. More like a night terror. He was right. Dreams as vivid, as graphic, as horrible and unnerving as these didn't happen. They just didn't. The others told him he thrashed around when he slept, muttering and screaming words and phrases: No, no, oh God, no…Please!...Help me…
They weren't wrong. He had been yelling those in his dreams, watching as everything unraveled once again. Everything that he had tried so hard to fix, everyone he tried to protect...They broke. They shattered and fell to the ground, crumbling into nothing but dust to be scattered by the winds of time. It scared him like nothing else had, like nothing else could.
He feared he was going mad, his sanity was being unraveled by those goddamn nightmares. He was somewhat familiar with the feeling. It was almost welcome, as insanity would be a wanted relief from all this…
No. He mentally shook himself. What was he thinking? Those days were over. He had promised them that they would be. And Gerard Way was never one to go back on a promise.
He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. Better get used to it, he thought, amused. We're gonna be here for a while.
A/N: So…That chapter was short, I apologize. I'll confess, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this piece. I was just frustrated with the fact that all of the fanfic written for/about this song is Ferard. Therefore, I tried to write some myself, and this is the result. If you're wondering what my experiences/emotions/ideas/whatever are, don't be afraid to PM me. As always, reviews are enjoyed. Thanks!