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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2007 -:- 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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A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers. Your comments make me grin and blush, and make me write faster.

When I woke up, it was to complete and total darkness. Lindsey was already awake; it was her shifting the blankets that had awakened me. I moaned.

“What time is it?” I asked, groggily.

“Who knows. Why?” She asked, groggy too.

“I dunno. Tired still.”

“Me too. Hungry, too.”

“Mikey brought some jerky for you. Next to the lamp.” I said, burrowing into the blankets further.

Suddenly, the warmth around me was ripped away, and I saw Lindsey, who’d turned on the lamp and grabbed her jerky in one hand, the other clutching my precious blankets, cold fury emanating out of her eyes.

“Mikey was here? What did he say? Why didn’t you wake me?” she spat at me, her words barely above a whisper, so I had to strain to hear her.

“Yes, lots, and you were tired.” I said, snatching at the blankets being held hostage above my head.

“Please, it’s cold!”

“I guess I didn’t explain to you…” She said slowly, lowering her hand enough for me to swipe the blankets back.

“Explain to me what?” I asked, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Look, after Suzy died, Gerard went into hiding, and the guys noticed. They helped strengthen his spirit back into some semblance of what it was. He could keep secrets again. We got to know each other, and life was good. Me and Ray…” she blushed. “Well, anyway, the guys are the only people we ever see besides each other and Gerard and Gee, so whenever they come, we try and make sure we get to at least say hi, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, and it sounded like an apology, even to me. Lindsey sat down next to me, nibbling on her jerky.

“Y’know, you’ll get used to the cold faster if you just ignore it.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked, letting the blankets drop down to my nose. She rolled her eyes and nodded an affirmative.

“I’m deathly afraid of the cold. Like, if you’ve ever locked a claustrophobic person in a closet, you’ll know what happens to me when I get cold.”

“That’d be near torture. I don’t know what happens. Tell me.”

“Well, I kinda start shaking and rocking, and my breathing gets all shallow, and just this overwhelming fear rises up inside your chest, and if feels like it’s smothering you, and you can feel the tears leaking out of your eyes, and you just freak out, and start hitting your skin to try and warm up, and…” I shivered and burrowed back into the blankets.

“Ouch. Don’t tell Gee.” She said.

I heard the door open.

“Tell Gee what?” he asked. I peeked out. His eyes were normal, so I looked over at Lindsey.

She shook her head no, just the tiniest bit.

“I was just telling her how I’m allergic to oatmeal.” I improvised. “Rashes all over the inside of my elbow.”

He wrinkled his nose.

“Ewww.” He said, rolling his eyes and laughing.

“I told you not to tell him. That’s just nasty!” Lindsey said, in her ‘I have no brain or willpower’ voice. Her jerky was gone.

“Who’s first up for a shower?” Gee asked. I jumped out of the blankets as fast as I could, coming to stop right in front of him and grinning.

“Please tell me there’s hot water?” I asked him, trying my best to sound pitiful. He laughed again.

“And soap, too. Trust me, you could use it.” He wrinkled his nose again and beckoned for me to follow him down the hall way. I was just as sore as I’d expected, and then some, and I wasn’t moving very fast. Gee seemed to find this amusing. He seemed to think everything was funny today. Finally he took me into the bathroom, escorted me past the sink and the trashcan and into the smaller room reserved for the toilet and shower. He watched me strip, and I let the jeans fall to the floor, tea bag still in the pocket, afraid to pull it out while he was watching. Eventually he went away, locking the outer door, but leaving the inner one open. I grabbed the cup, and a disposable razor and jumped into the heat. As the water warmed me, I felt my muscles relax. The tea wasn’t done brewing, but the cup was full, so I sat it near the far end of the shower and began washing myself for the first time since I went to the concert. I shaved legs and armpits, and finally felt clean. I drank the tea and got out of the shower, careful to flush the bag down the toilet. In place of my grungy jeans and shredded shirt was a long T-shirt in black with a long list of tour dates printed on the back, and the words ‘The Used’ on the front. And it was clean. I pulled it on and picked up the old grungy stuff. Then I banged on the outside door. It opened less than ten seconds later.

“What’s up?” He asked, raking his eyes over my body.

“Where do you want the old stuff?” I asked him, and he took them from me, o be disposed of, probably.

“Anything else?” He asked, and I grinned.

“You have a toothbrush I could use?” He rolled his eyes and pointed at the medicine cabinet. I thanked him and started to brush my teeth, but the doorbell rang. Gee cursed and ran off forgetting to close or lock the door. I peeked out. From here I could see a little sliver of the entry way, and hear the loud voices.

“Hey dude! Haven’t seen you in a while.” It was obviously Ray, and I could see the very edge of his hair in my little view of the entry way. I moved forward, towards where Gee was talking to him, but someone grabbed me from behind. It was Mikey again.

“Never try and reveal yourself to anyone. He’ll kill them. Ask Lindsey about the mailman.” I shivered, and Mikey smiled soothingly.

“We’re watching. And we are always here.” He said, and I fought down a giggle.

“Thank you David Talbot.” I said, referring to the character from the Anne Rice vampire novels. He frowned.

“Y’know, I was always more partial to Louis.” He took me by the elbow and led me back into the bathroom.

“Stay here and hide in the shower. When Ray leaves, he’ll be pleased that you hid.”

“Thanks, Mikey. I’ll tell Lindsey you stopped by.”

“Tell her Ray sends his regards, and Amy said to tell you she’s fine, and that bacon is made from pigs.” He looked slightly confused.

I had to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from laughing. Thank God, she really was alright. It was an old joke we’d shared, back when we were in elementary school, and neither of us knew where bacon came from. We were trying to make bacon like it was a cake, and her parents had to sit us down and tell us that piggies had to die so we could consume their flesh. For some reason, we found it extremely funny, and ever after, when one of us was feeling a little blue, we’d tell each other that bacon came from pigs.

No one could have known that, and so it meant that she really was safe, and Mikey could be trusted. Mikey shook his head, still bemused, and left, and I hid in the shower as instructed. Eventually Ray went away, and Gee came looking for me.

“Hannah? Please tell me you’ve been good.” He said, sounding slightly menacing, but keeping his voice light.

“I’m in here,” I called, stepping out of the shower.

“Aww, you know better than to come out screaming. Good thing too, ‘cause Ray would be hard to replace.” He hugged me, and I realized how we were nearly the same height.

“You’re short.” I said, giggling.

He stuck his tongue out at me and locked me in the room, taking Lindsey out for her shower. I sighed and decided to clean the room up a little, since there wasn’t much else to do.

A/N: I'm off to faire tomorrow, so this will be the last update of the weekend, but more when I get back. I'm sorry this chapter is kinda boring, but I've been busy lately. I'll make it up to you guys with the next one. As always, please review, and much love to those who always do!
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