Sleeping With Ghosts

Gerard

I woke up to the sound of someone screaming. I sat up and looked around, half expecting to find the room empty. That half was disappointed. The girl I'd seen days earlier with the bed sheet wrapped around her neck was hanging from my ceiling. I got out of bed and walked over to the corner of the room, staring at her. Her hair was hanging in her face and her eyes were closed. I wanted to reach up and move her hair away but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I was still watching her when Brian appeared.

"What's her story?" He asked as his hand took mine. "I don't know." I muttered softly. Suddenly, her eyes opened and she looked at me. They were so blue they were almost violet and she seemed to be pleading with me. I stepped closer to her, my hand still in Brian's as I said, "It's okay, you can tell me." Her voice was a whisper as she said, "I'm Kaelyn. It's wasn't suicide, it was murder. Murdered by Dr. Harvey." And with that said, she disappeared.

Brian and I looked at each other, confused. "Why the hell would she tell you that?" "I don't know, justice maybe?" "Hm... Or this could be the perfect way to get you out." "Brian no!" His eyebrows knit in confusion as I explained. "If I accuse this doctor of murder they're going to lock me up for life! I mean, fuck, what if this asshole still works here!" "I see your point... Also even though you're psycho boy, he finds out what you know he might come after you too. Okay well keep a lid on it then, I'll tell Mikey, maybe he can dig something up on this Dr. Harvey that'll get you sprung from this place." Brian said. I sighed and said, "Sounds good."

I wasn't too bothered about Brian being there, so I sat on the bed and sighed. "Are you alright love?" He asked as he sat down next to me. "I'm exhausted. This is the third night in a row something like this has happened. There was that nurse with the slashed wrists coming in here. She says she was murdered too but she won't say by who. Then that big bulky orderly, he scared the shit out of me! He doesn't seem to know he's dead either 'cause he said he'd crush my skull if I didn't take my meds and go to sleep like a good little boy." I told him.

"Is he the one with the knife sticking out of his chest?" "Yeah." "Damn." "The live ones are even worse. Stefan says he's going to shove me into the furnace if I don't play nice with the other patients." Brian seemed to perk up as he asked, "Stefan? That wouldn't be Stefan Olsdal would it?" I looked over at him, a confused look on my face as I said, "Yeah, it would, why?" Brian grinned evilly as he asked, "What time's he on tomorrow?" I shook my head as I replied with, "Oh God no! You are not going to scare the shit out of some guy just because he's been picking on me!"

"Stow it Gerard, I knew Stefan when I was alive, I want to see what he's been up to." Brian seemed a little sad now, he was staring at the floor. He never liked to talk about what it was like when he was alive, it never came up. Actually the only things we usually talked about were clothes, make up and sex. Mostly sex. "Brian, how did you know this guy? He's such a... a prick!" "Don't talk about him like that, he's just got alot of problems!" Brian snapped, glaring at me. I flinched a bit at his words and scooted down the bed. "Why are you so jumpy?" Brian asked, suddenly concerned.

"Oh I don't know... Being in a place where they pump me full of drugs just for looking at someone wrong and the staff threatens my life and well being on a daily basis sort of does that to me, I'm not sure why." I replied acidly. Brian sighed, his hand suddenly stroking my thigh. "I'm sorry love, it's easy to forget what a tough time someone's having when you're having one of your own." Brian smirked and started pressing me into the bed again. "On the other hand I'm sure I could make it all better by fucking you until you scream my name." I laughed as he kissed my throat. "No screaming okay? Don't need the guards in here." I replied.

Okay I know I know, it's not alot to go on, but I'll have more up as soon as I can get it done, promise!