Before you go reading this, uh... I think I should tell you that Jason is in a band.

And that this was originaly an MCR fanfic for my friend, Iris.

If Mira gets mixed up with Ayame... and Jason gets mixed up with Gerard... sorry.

But I'm sure I edited the names.

The last I remember, I was listening to Mrs. Garcia, talking about the chemicals that the brain excretes in Bio class, when everything went black, and I was back in my dreamland, yet again.

I knew I shouldn’t have stopped my medication.

You see, I’m a narcoleptic, and I tend to fall asleep a lot. Sometimes, I would just open my eyes, and then somebody would tell me that I fell asleep while we were talking. I usually don’t remember when I fall asleep.

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Dream like it’s real.

“Mira, hey.” He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. We were backstage, and he was about to go out and sing again—for his fans. I don’t like it when he does that. I want him to sing for me. Only me. “I’m glad you could make it, babe.” He wrapped his arms tighter around me, with a hand snaking under my shirt. He bent his head closer and inevitably, his lips touched with mine, we stayed still like that, ‘till I reacted—I kissed him back.

The first time he kissed me was when I fell asleep reading a comic book. He told me he liked comic books, and then out of no where, he just kissed me.

“Eww, Gross!” Jake came up from behind us and made gagging noises “Get a room, you two!”

“You’re just jealous. Go make out with what’s-her-face or something.” I said, then made shooing motions with hand.

He was about to kiss me again, but it seems, that we have to continue another time. “Ready in fifteen!” They said. Fifteen. Fifteen seconds.

Usually, when we’re interrupted, and he needs to go sing for other people, I wake up. This time was different. I didn’t wake up, I stayed there, backstage, listening to the band playing, to his ranting, his storytelling, and the inhumanly loud noises his fans make.

“I wanna have your babies, Jason!”

“I love you!!”

“Show me your Poynter!” (wrong concert, girly.)

“OMGZ Jason’s sweat dripped on me!”

I wasn’t aware of how long it took them to finish, but when they did, I had to wait some more because of the autograph signing. When they got back, Mark (the drummer) told me that it was because fan girls are rabid, Raymond (the guitarist) said somebody tried to grab his hair to see if it was real, Jake (Jason’s little brother and the band’s basist) said that somebody had coffee cookies with her—and he just had to go get some, and Jason (Vocals and guitar)… Jason smiled and then said that he was sorry for keeping me waiting, and he promises to make up for it.

That night, they had a party.

I never really liked parties. The band doesn’t really throw that party, the roadies do, and it’d kept us up all night.

I sat in Jason’s room, a little cold.

I was wearing his oversized “I LOVE COFEE” t-shirt (Jake gave it to him), and my undies. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t usually dress like this, but I had no other clothes, and Jason refused to let me wear anybody else’s clothes.

“You look so fucking hot in my clothes.” He said. He really needs to know what his voice does to me. It’s fills me with so much want, so much desire for him.

“Yeah, I look better in them that you do.” He chortled at my reply, and then, suddenly, got serious.

Did I ever mention how his mood swings scare me? One second, he’s all happy, and then, he’s angry about something. He almost hit me once, because of his mood swings.

(flashcback)

We were in a restaurant, and were on the topic of escargot—snails. Then, he just stopped, and looked at me with fury like I’ve never seen before.

“It’s all because of you!” He said, and then stood up, almost knocking our table over. The fancy lighting, the people, the whole restaurant suddenly disappeared, and turned into black. “You’re fucking killing me.” He then raised his fist as if to punch me.

I didn’t understand it then, and when you don’t understand something, and it’s hurting you—it’s scaring you, what else can you do but cry? So I cried.

Before I knew it, the restaurant, the people, the fancy lighting and that waiter who looked strangely like Bob, reappeared, and Gerard was apologizing.

He told me, after that, in my next dream that he did that because I confuse him. He said I overwhelm him.

(end flashback)

“Something bad has happened to you.” He said. Did he mean in real life? “Look.” He touch me cheek, and I felt a warm sensation on it. I’ve never felt anything before in my dreams, sure I feel emotion in my dreams, but never anything else.

My eyes widened, and then I raised my hand to my cheek to his hand, I actually wasn’t scared, really, I actually liked it. This enabled me to feel him now, right? “How…?” I asked.

A look I’ve never seen before passed through his features, but as soon as it came, it disappeared, and was replaced with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.” He pushed me down to his bed “Stay here and just sleep okay?”

I slept, like he told me too. And, all that filled my mind at that time, were the short moments we spent together, every time I fell asleep. The times that made us as we are now. The times, that forged what we have now. A sickeningly sweet affection we all call Love.

The music died down, and the chattering stopped. The party was over.

I hear the door open, and he crept under the sheets with me.

“Mira, do you love me?” He placed his hand on my chin, and made me face him, I looked into his eyes, and he continued “I, I Love you.”

“Yes, of course I love you.” I said, and placed both my hands on his chest. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Would you be willing to die with me?” He asked. He’s asked me stupider questions before, like, if I ever swallowed pubic hair before, but those times… he wasn’t… he wasn’t as serious as he was now. His eyes were hypnotizing me, I could feel the desperation in them.

“I would. I’d die with you.” I fisted his shirt, wanting him to feel that I really meant what I said.

He pulled me up, and lead me to a window. He then opened it, and a cold breeze went through the room.

“Are you sure?” He asked, as he set on the sill and pulled me onto his lap.

“I’m sure.” I told him, aware of what he was planning. “I don’t just love you Jason, it’s more that that, I—I can’t explain it. It’s confusing—scary even.”

“I’m glad that I’m not the only one who feels that, then.” He said, a sad smile appearing on his face. “I love you so much, it’s not just love anymore.” He leaned backward, and pulled me with him.

We fell, from the 20th floor, of a building, and again, everything went black.

Out of DreamLand, we go.

She fell unconscious in the middle of biology class, we thought it was just her narcolepsy, but when she didn’t wake up, we started to worry.

The doctors said she was now in a comma, and her body’s failing her.

She laid there, on her white sheets, with her parents by her side… that heart beat machine, going on and on with a steady beep, and then… just stopped.

She shouldn’t have stopped popping pills.

She should have taken her medication.

Medication

Aidan Rogue