You're My Phobia (FRERARD)

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  1. BombME

    BombME New Member

    You're My Phobia

    Gerard Way suffers from Aphephobia, the fear of being touched. And throughout his whole life he has felt hallow and alone. He has final come to terms with himself and come to face the true reality of his life “There are no such things as happy endings.” But can a certain young boy by the name of Frank Iero, save Gerard from his worse fears, and could possible show him that’s there is such a thing as a “happily ever after”...


    Paring: Gerard And Frank (slashy :))
    Rating: PG-13. It may include: Swearing, violence, sexual content.

    Dedication: Emma & Tanika. ily.


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    I DO NOT own MY CHEMICAL ROAMNCE, nor do I own any of the band members or other members who play an important part in there personal and family lives.






    Chapter One: Page 1
    Chapter Two: Page 3
    Chapter Three: Page 4
    Chapter Four: Page 4
    Chapter Five: Page 4
    Chapter Six:page 4
    Chapter Seven: Page 6
    Chapter Eight: Page 6
    Chapter Nine: Page 6
    Chapter Ten: Page 6
    Chapter Eleven : Page 7
    Chapter Twelve: Page 7
    Chapter Thirteen: Page 7
    Chapter Fourteen: Page 9
    Chapter Fifteen: Page 11
    Chapter Sixteen: Page 15!!
    A/N READ GUYS!






    Chapter One: I'm Sorry


    “Don’t touch me, it hurts, STOP!”

    “Gerard honey, I’m not going to hurt you!”

    “I don’t care, STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME!”

    “Gerard-“

    “JUST STOP f**kING TOUCHING ME!”


    It all started at the age of six. Unlike other attention seeking toddlers, I didn’t want to be touched. I didn’t want to be hugged and cuddled by my two loving parents, who would softly sing me into slumber.
    Well, to be honest.. I really didn’t actually have two loving parents who would laugh and sip away at there champagne as the florescent bottle shun brightly as they pored each other another glass. “I love you darling” they would whisper as they caught each others lips in a delicate kiss.

    I didn’t have that.
    And I never will.

    “Dona, I cant take your poop anymore!”

    “And you think I can Donald! Its over, I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”


    That was the end of that. Those two simple words ‘Its over’ changed my life, or better still.. changed our lives.

    Regardless off my parents divorce, something greater happened. Something more tragic.

    “Stop touching me!”

    “Gerard! Settle down damnit, the doctor is trying to help you!”

    “I don’t care, f**k! STOP TOUCHING ME!”

    “Gerard Author Wa-“

    “Please settle down Mr. Way. And Dona, I believe I know why your son reacts in such a negative way when being touched.”

    “And whys that doctor? I don’t understand it.. Since Gerard was a baby he would always scream and cry every time I tried to hug him. What’s wrong with him?”

    “Your son I believe, suffers from Aphephobia.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “Aphephobia, the fear of being touched.”


    And that my friends is where my story begins. I’m not exactly going to spill out my life ambitions or anything, nor am I going to promise you a happy ending, because stuff like that doesn’t happen.

    That’s right, you heard me.
    “And they lived happily ever after..” Sound farmiliar? Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble kid, but that’s just a load of bullshit. Parents always tuck you into bed and tell stupid stories about how the prince feel in love with the princess and then they got happily married and had many kids… just to shut you up.

    It doesn’t really exist, but who am I to know?
    I’ve never fallen in love, considering I’m too afraid to be even be touched.

    But sometimes it better to live in a fairytale though, it can sometimes be good to dorwn yourself in a world of utter imagination, but the sad fact is.. that one day you gotta wake up to reality. There is no such things as happy endings. And that my friends is the truth.. nothing good ever lasts, and it never will.

    ~*~

    Gee! Get up!” the rushed voice of my younger brother growled as he scrambled around my room. “Where the hell did you put my Metallica tee-shirt?!”

    I grumbled “under the bed” as he ran around my room frantically trying to find his band tee-shirt. “Under the f**king bed Mikey!” I snapped at they amount of noise he was making, as he stupidly scrambled through my closets causing numerous artworks to tumble and crash onto the floor with a loud BANG.

    “Your room is a dump Gerard, why don’t you clean it.”

    I ignored his motherly nag as I heard the sudden shuffling under my bed. “f**king pig” he muttered under his breath causing me to sight in annoyance.

    “Go away alre-“ I yelped, shooting my arm away from the sudden contact Mikey had made. “DON’T f**kING TOUCH ME!” I growled as I took holy of my left hand squeezing it tightly as if to rid the somewhat burning sensation.

    “Oh poop, Gerard I’m so sor-“

    “GET OUT!” I snapped harshly as I shuffled my body further away from him as possible. “GET THE HELL OUT NOW!” I screamed louder as he remained still, dumbstruck.

    “I’m sorry” he whispered softly as he dragged his feet out of my room. A single tear running down his pail cheek.

    I wasn’t always like this if you were wondering. I had my off days, and I had my good days. But sometimes I just snapped. And I hated myself every god damn day for it. It was hell, and I mean it was literally hell. Imaging growing up with no comfort whatsoever. Just imagine it.. watching your little sibling sobbing heavily as your parents argued, and you just couldn’t go over and hug them and softly kiss there cheeks and whisper small sympathetic worlds like “it’ll be okay.”

    And just imagine watching a divine sunset filled with numerous shades of reds and yellows, fading into one, to create the prefect scene.. and in the distance sat two couple holding hands and looking out into the ocean.

    Just imagine..
    Never being able to have that.
    To watch the world pass you by as you wilt and grow old, all alone.
    Alone, forever and ever. Just sitting there, watching as everyone passed you by without a simple glance thrown your way.


    “Gerard Way! What in gods name did you do to Mikey!?”

    I bit my lip as the regret began to kick in. “I yelled at him because he touched me.” My voice barely a whisper as I barried my head in my hands, holding back the tears.

    Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

    "Bloody hell Gerard!” My mother snapped. “Mikey is trying his best to deal with this, and all you do is yell, yell and yell! Do you understand how hard it is?! DO YOU?”

    I shook my head, lifting my head to eye her with sorrow. “I’m sorry Ma.”

    “Your sorry?!” She snapped. “Well you should be! You have no idea how hard it is for poor Mikey to grow up with no physical contact from his brother. How do you think he feels when he see’s all the other kids outside playing kickball with there elder brothers, laughing and having fun! How do you think he feels Gerard!”

    She suddenly turned her back, “your so selfish!” she whispered harshly exiting my room.

    I remained frozen, somewhat stunned by her harsh words.

    But who was I to be mad? It was true.. It was all true. I was nothing but a disgrace, nothing more than a waste of space. And because of me, Mikey would grow up alone.. that is, until he found a friend of even a girlfriend that would hug him and keep him close, make him feel safe and then soon, one day.. he would forget all about me. I would be nothing more than a memory begging to be remembered.

    You’re a waste. Nothing more than a stupid pathetic waste of space. You’ll be alone forever, you die old and alone. You’re a f**king..

    “waste of space.” I finished aloud.

    “No your not.”

    I jumped slightly as Mikey seated himself a far distance away from me. “Your not a waste Gee..”

    Snorting in disagreement, I muttered a small “yeah right.”

    “Your not Gee, I-I-I’m sorry I touched you, I swear.. I-“

    “Stop Mikey, I.. I should be the one saying sorry. I just, it hurt and I-“

    “Its okay Gee.” Mikey sighted as he lifted his hand bringing it towards my face. “Its okays Gee.” He whispered once more, and with that he took a strand of my shaggy black hair and tugged twice, causing me to smile.

    Ever since me and Mikey were children, considering he couldn’t touch my skin, he would always take a strand of my hair and tug twice. It was our way of saying “your forgiven” or just a simple gesture to indicate a non-physical hug.

    “Gee, I-I’m s-scared” Mikey sobbed as he huddled in his corner, a stuffed animal clenched tightly in his arms.

    “I’m sorry Mikey, I’m sorry!” I pleaded, walking towards him, biting back the tears as he shuffled further away from me. “Why wont you let me h-h-hug you Gee?”

    I sniffed loudly as the tears feel, I stood helplessly as I watched my brother sob uncontrollably. “W-Why? I-Is it cause I’m b-b-bad? Am I b-bad Gee?”

    I feel to my knees crawling towards my younger brother. “No, no, no!” I reaped. “Y-You cant touch me Mikey, I-I-I don’t know w-why.. I’m sorry Mikey, I’m sorry.” The tears felt warm against my cheek as I held back the temptation to reach out and hug him.

    “Oh..”

    I bit my lip as I sniffled loudly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I repeated.

    “G-Gee?” Mikey suddenly whispered causing me to look towards him, I cringed as he lifted his hands towards me. “N-No Mikey! N-No-“ My voice broke as his hand suddenly took hold of my hair, he tugged twice then aloud his hand to drop.

    “T-That can be our w-way of saying its kay.” Mikey smiled, causing me to chock as a loud sob escaped my lips. “O-Okay Mikes.” I tugged at his brown locks causing him to giggle.


    “Your not a waste Gee. Its not your fault.” Mikey muttered fiddling with the hem of his ripped jeans, bringing me out of my sudden flashback. “I’m sorry I yelled Mikey.” I tugged at his straightened chestnut hair causing him to giggle.

    …Just like old times.




    ~*~
    Well there you have it, chapter one!
    =D

    I've put this story on other sites, and I've decided to put it here also, its going to be a pretty long story, so warning. :)
    ANNYWWHHOO, i've written up to 13 chaps, so if you guys like.. shall i continue to post here?


    Review/Comments please.
    xo

    PS. I'm pretty new to this site.. so.. be nice. xD
     
  2. Lokeriel

    Lokeriel Because Boomerangs Staff Member

    please be sure to add a chapter index to this.
    and you'll want to move your rating to the top of the post, just below the title
    thanks.
    :)
     
  3. BombME

    BombME New Member

    =D no probs!
     
  4. Sussak

    Sussak Guest

    I really like this.
    It's good so far,
    plus the originality.
    More when you can, hun.

    ox.
     
  5. Penitence911

    Penitence911 New Member

    :) I like this story already
    you should definitely continue :yes:
     
  6. :Jill:

    :Jill: Active Member

    i loved it. more when you can
     
  7. MCRJunkie

    MCRJunkie New Member

    wow...this is new,....continue, please!!!!
    xpxoxoxox
     
  8. Salvo

    Salvo New Member

    I love this. :) The whole thing with Mikey asking why he couldn't hug his brother was heartbreaking.
     
  9. famousXdeadX

    famousXdeadX Active Member

    oh,
    I love this so far!
    it's so original compared to most stories on here!
    more when you can,
    i'm hooked. :]
     
  10. Kriss

    Kriss Mrs. Sherlock

    It's differnt, I love t. :)
     
  11. Nukyster

    Nukyster Active Member

    holey mother of... whoooo.... I love stories with strange illnesses *no kidding* To be honoust I never heard of this one, so I will go wikipedia it.
    I soooo like the idea, it's something new. Different then Autism, or Mynosomia (or something, the thing you wanna clean everything and get crazy from dirty things). I like the flashbacks, your immidiatly in the middle of the story and you told it very well, didn't make it to much information or boring. I like it, very much and I hope there will be updates in the near future.
     
  12. Rosa

    Rosa New Member

    Hey, I've read this! Its on another site.
    Its really good. I saw it had updated the other day and I was like f**k Yeah!
    x]
    (But Franks a real-- I won't say :])
     
  13. Tara

    Tara New Member

    I love the idea. Original, unique and interesting. I've heard of the illness, but don't know too much about it, so this may educate me slightly.
    You already have me intrigued, and I like the interaction between Gerard and Mikey, how they tug each others hair twice to show affection.
    I like your writing style aswel. It's interesting and detailed.
    I know that was only chapter one, but I'm really enjoying this fanfic so far, and hope to read more soon.
     
  14. Dreamerism

    Dreamerism New Member

    nanananaaa, I've read up to chapter 13 as a matter of fact, on mibba.
    you guys are in for a hell of a ride, this story blew me away. <3
    glad you're posting on tbp.net, this story deserves to be shared as much as possible :)
     
  15. Nukyster

    Nukyster Active Member

    can't wait, can't wait^^!!!
     
  16. I love it!

    More when you can <333
     
  17. Amelia

    Amelia strangeness and charm

    I postively love it, poor Gerard.
    Looking forward to reading more, <3
     
  18. My_Chem4977

    My_Chem4977 New Member

    I lovehis story. Its very unique.
    You should continue it.
     
  19. I just made a Mibba account to read it because I'm that obsessed.

    WHOA.

    Wow...
     
  20. Ieroxxxrocks

    Ieroxxxrocks New Member

    wow...need more soon!!
     

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