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Demolition Lovers	By : MCRsavdME Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1917 -:- 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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Disclaimer: This story is NOT NOT NOT true, it NEVER NEVER NEVER happened. The story is only based on the appearence of real people, not on their beliefs or views! PURLEY FROM MY HEAD!!

Warning: This chapter contanies some violence, such as cutting, don't read if it bothers you!!!

Demolition Lovers

Donald, Donna, Gerard and Mikey pulled into the parking lot of the church.

"Let's go! We're running late!" Donald grumbled opening the back door of the car grabbing Mikey and Gerard nearly knocking them on the ground in the process. Mikey and Gerard shuffled their feet. They hated going to church, it always made them feel bad. That they were evil for liking certain things. Church in their opinion was a place for hypocritical people to gather and discuss hypocritical things. Gerard walked slowly not really wanting to go at all, another boring sermon from another closed minded pastor, he walked as he was messing with his hoodie, wanting to hide inside of it.

They entered the church and the sermon had all ready started. They sat down in the back not wanting to disturb anybody. That was the polite thing to do, and Gerard was glad that they were late, no one would notice this time if he fell asleep. He always seemed to fall asleep at sermons, but could you blame him? An hour of being told that you are a horrible reached creature that will burn in the pits of hell can put anyone to sleep. The past sermons had been about relationships, relationships with your parents, family, siblings, and lately about relationships with a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Today was about boyfriends and girlfriends...

"Homosexuality... one of the greatest sins a person can commit a disgusting, disgraceful site in the Lords eyes. The flames of hell await those who follow this life style..."

Gerard began to not pay attention... thinking to himself the same things he always thought when he heard his parents talking about how sick and disgusting it was for men to lay with men and women to lay with women. All he could think about was how beautiful it must be. How they must love each other so much, they must, who would chose to be gay and have all this ridicule and hate pushed upon them.

"Pray, fear and reject those that are committing this heinous sin, in the old testament the bible calls for the death of those who are considering themselves gay, today things are far less sever we need..."

Gerard stopped listening again...

Why are they telling us to hate people, why are they so judgmental, who is this god to judge people in such away god is just a myth people use to frighten people into submission. A bunch of hypocrites Gerard thought to himself, just last week in bible study they had been told to love everyone, to love even your enemies, and now he was being told to hate someone who was gay. Fuck it. Gerard said to himself, I don't believe this crap. Why should I? He sat their thinking of all sorts of crazy different things, vampires, werewolves, anything that he knew the church would not condone.

"Those who think they are gay are not walking with the Lord but with Satan, they need to repent and turn away from that life if they ever want to see the gates of heaven. Their families need to take action rejecting them until they come back to the lord, they must do this for it will save their immortal soul..."

Gerard began to think about what the pastor was saying, heaven, his grandmother, where was she? She was in heaven Gerard was sure of it, she never hated anyone and never said a bad thing about anyone either. She was an amazing woman who did not disserve to die, but she did. Gerard still had dreams of her, in the dreams she was crying for his help, and he was unable to help her unable to help her from dying Gerard knew he had nothing to do with her death yet he still blamed himself.

He kept thinking what could I have done I know I could have been able to do something. He was lost in his thought, lost in the thoughts of the funeral, how sad it had been, thinking about her rose pink coffin being lowered into the ground. Holding Mikey as they both cried watching them pour dirt on it, as everyone walked away to the limo's waiting. He remembered how the rest of the day carried on normally, the world carried on normally. How can everyone just pretend she’s not gone she's gone and out of our lives forever. Gerard remembered screaming those words at his mother as she was laughing and talking on the phone later that day.

"Gerard stand up!" Donna yelled at him pulling him to his feet. It was the end of the sermon. They were singing the ending song before they left, and Gerard could feel his mothers eyes burning into his head, staring at him waiting for him to join the congregation in singing. He didn't feel like sighing much, so he just stood their looking at everyone make complete fools out of themselves. They left the church and drove home in silence. They often drove home in silence, Donald had insisted that it was a time to reflect, to reflect on what the Lord had just said to them.

"Gee, Gee can we watch a movie?" Mikey was following Gerard down into his room. Gerard opened his door and collapsed on the bed with a thud, exhaling deeply at his brothers excitement.

"No, Please just go." He rolled over facing the wall looking at the collage of pictures he had pinned up.

"Please, Gee!" Mikey had calmed down and was now asking in a genuine voice.

"Please just go not now." Mikey just stood their so, Gerard got up and began to push Mikey out of his room. Mikey was protesting and Gerard began to push him harder. Mikey finally stumbled out of the room and Gerard shut the door.

Collapsing back on his bed he tried to slow his mind. Stop it from thinking everything it was thinking, he was thinking of school and how much he hated going, how he was called a fag, homo and pussy. He tried to tell his parents of the bullying that occurred but they did not believe him.

Telling him "You go to a Christian school no one acts that way in a school for the Lord." Donna had always said, If they only knew the hell that he went through, luckily Mikey had not been made fun of much, he was to much of a nerd to really be noticed and mocked. Gerard however, no matter how he tried, he stood out like a sore thumb, always. He closed his eyes tighter trying to stop his mind from all the thoughts that ran through his head, and he felt the all to familiar pain that it caused to think about school.

Frustrated at the fact that no matter how much he tried to think of something else his grandmother and school could not escape his head. He walked over to his stereo and turned on some music. He felt a little calmer, hearing the angst and anger in songs relived some of his own. He then proceeded to his bathroom; he was on the brink of crying. It was his grandmother again thoughts of her and how much he loved her. Going to his dresser be began looking for some relief. He found it, his razor, he continued looking wanting some pills to go with the razor, not finding any he began to look more furiously he found some he had never taken these before, he wanted to take them, quickly swallowing the pills.

Gerard took off his hoodie, grabbing a towel he sat down in his room letting the drugs take effect. He felt them taking over his body as he was being lifted by the beat of the music. How he loved music and the effect it had on him. He could feel all his anger and frustration leaving himself, yet he still had one more thing to do to feel completely normal again. He started staring at the old criss cross of scars. How beautiful they were. Each one told a story and each one meant something to him. He traced his favorite scars, the one from his grandmothers death, they were some of the deepest he had and he loved that they would always be their. Raising the razor to his skin and dragging it slowly down and across it. Feeling the sharp daggers of pain it caused. Seeing blood immediately come to the area and trickling down onto the towel.

Gerard had learned to cover up his habit more addicting than anything he had ever known, his mother once found a blood stain wondering what it was, Gerard explained it off as some Kool aid he had spilled. He never wanted that to happen again and have his mother possible inquire more. He closed his eyes breathing deeply as he felt his arm begin to throb from the lack of blood, he bent down and lapped at some of it, it tasted amazing. It was only recently that he actually started drinking a little of the blood that he would tear from himself. Beginning to feel himself loose consciousness, he wrapped the towel around his arm he passed out, completely numb to the world around him.
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