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A place in the dark	By : Mcrmylife Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*This would have been posted here many days ago but yet again fate stepped in my way again and I've had too much work on, and I had to edit this to death too..again!
And thanks for all the reviews, gets the enthusiasm going...right I'll shut up now then.*

The man in the corner of my room looked equally a terrified as I did. I couldn’t speak, and as it seemed, neither could he. He sat crouched in the corner half behind the curtain. The way he started at me unnerved me, and still he did not move. He looked around the same age as me, with a mop of short dark hair and piercing eyes. He wore a black tshirt and black jeans, almost blending him in with the shadows and making it difficult to work him out.

Whatever mature rational thought had been running through my head was now all gone and all my instincts told me to do was react...so I screamed, and for some reason I couldn’t stop screaming. Within seconds a hand was clamped over mouth.

“Shhh.” He was inches from my face, his eyes burning into mine, willing me to listen to what he was saying. I nodded and a moment later he removed his hand and sat back on his knees, his hands on his head as if he was in pain..or confused.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room? “ I half squeaked.

“I don’t know....”

“If you’re some kind of murderer then get it over with...what ever sick shit you’re into.” I pulled the duvet up over myself, the fear dying back slightly.

“I’m not a murderer.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing trying to strangle me in my sleep. I never invited you in here either, so that means that you broke in and if you were wondering, yes I’m gonna phone the police and get your ass arrested. ..and while I’m...”

“I didn’t try and strangle you, that wasn’t me.” He cut in when I paused to take a breath.

“Well I don’t see any other person in here do you?”

“You gotta believe me. I don’t know how I got here, but I know I wasn’t the one strangling you.”
I don’t know why I believed him, but I did. Even though I could mentally see myself as a victim on csi, some bag of bones that they unearthed from a chimney breast somewhere, only identifiable by vague traces of DNA.

“Ok then please explain?”

“Explain...” He started, turning around and looking up at me again. “I woke up and I was here, and I don’t even remember where I was when I fell asleep.”
I jumped as he moved nearer to me along the bed, noticing something that I really wished that I hadn’t.

“What the fuck is that!”

“It’s a..”

“It’s a fucking hospital wristband, I knew it, you’ve escaped from some secure psycho unit somewhere and now you’re gonna kill me but when I’m least expecting it and.”

“Will you shuttup already!” He groaned almost in exasperation. I could tell he was starting to get fed up of me, that was the effect I had on most people, unless they knew how to handle it.
“Look...girl...I never asked to be here and I never asked to be here with you and will you get in your head that I am not about to murder you in any way...although the thought is getting more tempting by the minute!” He added afterwards.

“Girl..I have a name you know!” My angry side flipped in and I faced up to him. Murderer or no murderer.

“Well seeing as I’ve never seen you before in my life it’s a bit much to presume that I would know what that would be!” This time he didn’t back down and was suddenly too close for comfort. I backed up until I was against the wall and couldn’t go back any further.I was transfixed by the way that he was staring at me, I still wasn’t going to let him win and answered with one of my steely glares.

“Adalie. “ I tried pushing him back but he grabbed my wrist and pushed it down beside my waist. He was close enough that our noses were almost touching

“Gerard, not a murderer and obviously the only sober one in this room.”
I was about to launch into another outburst about being accused of being drunk, but decided against it due to the fact that I was guilty as charged in that department.

“Well nice to meet you Gerard, now is there any chance of you letting go of me because right now I could really do with a cigarette!”

His grip loosened at as I spoke, eventually enough so that I could pull sideways and avoid any more eye contact than i had to. Realising I was ever so under dressed in my shabby old tshirt I snatched the duvet from my bed and wrapped it around myself like a shroud. Bending down to pull on a pair of trainers I noticed he was still watching me from the corner.

“This is where you have to leave.” I told him firmly, wondering if he was going to go quietly or if there was going to be a problem.

He didn’t answer, instead following me downstairs and out to the front porch which was my ‘smoking place’. He watched while I lit up and looked slightly taken aback as I offered him one. It hadn’t taken much to notice that he probably would have asked for one anyway. I compacted myself cross legged into a wicker chair and stared out at the rain that had just begun to fall, hoping that he might get the idea and go.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” I leaned across to light it, presuming that he hadn’t got a lighter. “Consider yourself getting off pretty lightly, breaking into my house and being..weird. I shoulda called the cops.”

“But you didn’t want to.”

I shrugged and looked back out to the moonlit night.

“So do you live here alone?”

“Yes, and that was way too creepy a question for someone who is trying to convince me that they weren’t trying to kill me.”

“Just wondering..” He held up his hands in defence and sat down on the step in front of me.

“Well...up until last month I had my husband living here with me.”

“Husband..” He looked back at me, surprised.

“Yeah, don’t say it as if it was a death sentence or something, and anyway I don’t want to talk about it. He’s gone and thats the end of it ” I snapped.

“Sorry, you don’t look old enough, to be married I mean..”

“I guess I could take that as a compliment, but yeah I’m twenty four. Twenty four today actually.”

“Happy birthday.”

“Is it?” I don’t know why but something compelled me to go and sit beside him on the wooden step. The rain continued to pelt down mere inches from our feet.
“You look cold.” I wrapped the other half of the duvet around his shoulders, still not looking at him because my ‘save a puppy’ routine was coming to life and although I was still pretty pissed off that he had dared to come into my bedroom, I felt sorry for him. Damn my drunken concern.

“Thanks, I know this must seem weird.”

“Just a bit..”
I could feel it, the warm burning of emotion behind my eyes which is why I continued staring forwards biting my lip. I hadn’t expected Jake to come into the equation, he wasn’t really a subject I was comfortable talking about yet, especially with some guy I’d only just met.

“Your turn, I’ve told you all my shit...how come you don’t seem to have a home to go to?”

“I do have a home to go to. I’m not too keen on heading out in that.” He nodded out towards the rain which was puddling below the bottom step.

“Wimp.” I flicked my cigarette butt in his direction, “So you do remember where you live?”

“Yeah, I’m not stupid. All I remember is waking up in your room and I don’t know what the hell happened before that.”

“ Um well that would be when you broke into my house for, apparently..no reason! Like that makes sense...which leads me to the other thing that’s bothering me here. That would be that there is some hospital missing you somewhere. You don’t wear those kinda bracelets for fun!”

“I know that.” He looked like he was starting to get fed up with me again so I shut up for a moment.

“Honestly, I’m not insane or whatever, I have no idea why I have this thing on my arm. I wish I did..” He pulled at the band trying to break it but it wasn’t going to snap however hard he tried.
“You got any scissors?”

“Yeah but I can’t be arsed to go get them.” I mumbled, because I really was so drunk at that point that I couldn’t be bothered to go to bed, let alone anything else.
“Aw shit I so can’t cope with work tomorrow..”

“What do you do?” He asked without looking up.

“I’m a teaching assistant at the college and I can’t even think about it right now..” I groaned into my knees.
“I guess you have a day of leisure planned..” I added somewhat bitterly considering I had no idea what he was going to be doing today, next week or even next year.

“Not really, i’ve probably gotta go somewhere, do something. I don’t get much free time.”

“Join the club! so where do you become a slave to society?”

“I’m in a band, you might have heard of us?”

“Try me..”

“My chemical romance...” He looked down at my puzzled expression for a moment before I twigged and realised where I had seen him before, except his hair had been more platinum blonde and he had definitely looked a lot more ‘famous’ than he did right now. If my memory was serving correctly through my blurry drunken thoughts, Tam had a poster of this guy right above her bed. This had to be a dream, and if that was the case then I had nothing to worry about.

“Yeah I thought I’d seen you somewhere before. Your hair looks better dark..” I ruffled his hair and the duvet fell back from our shoulders.

“And you look better when you smile...”
I blew a mouthful of smoke in his face while I tried not to laugh.

“Nice one, but don’t push your luck.” I stood up, leaving him wrapped in the duvet. .” If you can’t get home, I guess you could stay here...just for tonight , on the couch.”

“Sure, if that’s ok with you?”

“Yeah, just get your butt indoors before I change my mind.” I locked the front door as he followed me back inside and the thoughts were rushing through my mind, what the hell am I doing!

Half an hour later I had left Gerard on the couch with the spare duvet and both of Jake’s pillows. It had felt a bit weird but if this was either a bizarre dream or some kind of drunken hallucination then I didn’t care a shit. Despite my change of opinion towards him, I remembered to lock my bedroom door before crashing out on the bed. My arm stretched out towards the empty space where Jake should have been, and wondered if my sanity had left the same day as he had.

My mind lapsed into sleep and once again I felt that strong sense of the air getting thicker and the temperature dropping. Within five seconds there it was, back again the heavy sensation on my bed moving up towards the pillows and I could’nt move to stop it. The thick smell of dirt filled my nostrils, wet damp earth. My eyes wouldn’t open properly to see and my hands could no longer feel as the presence pushed down on me. I woke up screaming, my voice already hoarse and my throat sore and scratchy.

Morning came as slowly as I could have possibly imagined. I was crouched in the corner of my bedroom wearing a black hoodie, reading just to keep my eyes from closing and taking me back there, because I was scared and I was confused, and I wanted this to all stop.

Looking at the clock got boring after five a.m but eventually it reached seven and I had an excuse to move. My bedroom was now thrown into daylight and the only hint of my horrors from the night before was the state the bedclothes were left in. I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower.

As the warm water ran over me, soaking my long black hair to my back, I tried to think of every excuse in the book as to why I could get out of work today. My eyes felt like they had lead weights attached, at this rate I couldn’t even imagine getting as far as the door.

Dressed in my usual black trousers and black college shirt I stared at my pale expression in the mirror. I looked like shit and despite the huge amounts of make up I had shoved over my face, that wasn’t going to change. My phone blipped from the washing pile, where I had thrown it the night before. Half hoping it might be my mother calling to apologise I flipped it open.

“Hello”

“Hey, Ade are you ok. I was a bit worried after last night. Y’know things were a bit, weird and all..”
It was Jaimee.
Unhooking my work bag from behind the door I continued through to the kitchen to make a coffee before I left. Attaching the phone between my shoulder and my ear I carried on talking as I began the usual morning routine of hunting through the dishwasher for a clean cup
“Yeah tell me about it. I’m still getting over the party from hell and then all that spooky shit that Tam started. I had the weirdest dream too, it..”

The coffee cup fell from one hand and the phone dropped from my shoulder. Through the doorway I could clearly see a crumpled mass of blankets on the couch. Pulling the curtains back, I shaded my eyes against the brightness of the sunlight pouring in. There was no sign of Gerard and since the rain had stopped I guessed that he had left already.
“Damn musicians”, I muttered aloud, folding the blankets into an uneven pile and shoving them into a corner much like I did with everything else.

“Oh come on, we’re not all that bad!” I looked up to see a very dishevelled looking Gerard watching me from across the room.

“You wanna bet?” I started, heading back to pick up the pieces of my phone which had scattered across the kitchen floor. “ I have to go to work, like ten minutes ago so do me a favour and shut the door before you leave.”

“Sure.” He watched me run around like a headless chicken for another few minutes trying to find my car keys. “Um..I was wondering could I?”

“I don’t have time, here.” I pushed my packet of cigarettes into his hand, “Take the lot...get yourself a shower and get the hell out of my house.”

I was about to slam the door behind me when I saw something on the path in front of me, at first glance it looked like a cat, a very large and very black cat but as I got nearer I could clearly see it was something else.
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