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I Am the Way...
By : mychemicalresurrection
Category: My Chemical Romance > General
Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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. - Chapter List
Disclaimer: I do not know Gerard Way or any members of My Chemical Romance. Everything I have written is purely fictional, means no harm, and is a work of fiction only. I'll add more later. This is just kind of an intro.
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~I Am the Way...~
I lay in my bunk on the bus staring at the empty blackness that swirled about me. I could hear the guys in their bunks snoring away; Mikey’s familiar snore awoke in me the memories of our childhood in Newark, New Jersey. Had it really been so long ago that he and I were so innocent? Now we were idols for thousands of screaming fans every night we were on stage. Pushing open the curtain on my bunk, I slid out of it and went to the small bathroom: the only bathroom on the bus.
My cheeks seemed hollower than they had been last night, if that was possible. It had been months since we left the recording studio with its ghosts and midnight whisperings in my ear. They had been my stay during those endless days of take after take, my voice straining to the point that it was nothing but a croak some days. The ones who had gone before had whispered the lyrics in my ear and given me the inspiration that had created our new smash hit album. My eyes were still hollow and had bags under them from the sleepless nights. I was still trying to get used to the white hair that so contrasted my darker tresses, but the Patient had demanded it and I had obeyed.
Turning on the sink, I splashed some water in my face and patted it dry with a towel. As I looked back into the mirror I shook my head. No, this was the same face. This was the same heavy body I’d had for years. I needed something to drink. Going to a cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of vodka and took a swig of it, wincing as the hot liquid coursed down my throat. We were still moving. I could see that the night around us was starless as I stared dazedly out of one of the bus’s windows.
Another day, another town with its screaming masses deafening us. I loved the road and the energy of the fans, but I was still so exhausted from the recording studio. My distracted mind wouldn’t stop rushing back there. Had I forgotten something? What was wrong with me? I downed another pregnant shot of vodka and let it slide down slower than before. I had missed the silent dreams the alcohol brought when I was there… I would’ve gone insane if they hadn’t allowed me to smoke. I would die one day anyway, might as well be of lung cancer.
“Gerard? Couldn’t sleep again?” I heard a soft voice whisper beside me. Mikey squinted in the night, his glasses abandoned since his refractive surgery. I rather missed the familiar frames. My dear brother had been wasted earlier. It was a wonder he could walk at all. I was heavily relieved that he hadn’t decided to leave us, despite his emotional fragility. I was so worried about him. Then again, I’d been in the same boat before the band had gotten so popular. My sweet brother…
“No, Mikey… go back to bed,” I said flatly, looking at the floor of the bus.
“You need to ask someone about this insomnia, Ger,” he said quietly, entering the bathroom. I continued to stare at the floor without moving and practically without breathing before he went back to his bunk and closed the curtain. Sighing, I sat down with my bottle of vodka at the table and grabbed a napkin and the pen sitting idly nearby. I started sketching the round, bald head of the Patient. Why was I so obsessed?
The next few sips from the bottle of vodka started kicking in about four in the morning. I crawled desperately back into my bunk, leaving the bottle, the pen, and the napkin with my drawing on it on the table. I didn’t care. I would finally be able to sleep. Blinking a few times, I could feel my eyes getting heavy… Goodnight grim death and screaming fans…- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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