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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- 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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"You're late!" John shouts, as you wander in through the door of the auditorium.

"I know, but I was helping the band till late remember, as usual!"

"No you weren't Bea. You were getting wasted with the band, as usual!"

That was a slap in the face. It's sort of ok when you think it about yourself, but when someone else says it. God you need coffee.

"So what’s the deal today," you ask Mark, one of the bookers.

"Ermmm.... it’s like this American band, called My Chemical something."

"My Chemical Romance," John helps as he walks past."

Hmm.... you’d heard of them. "Any good?" you asked Mark.

"Apparently they’re totally amazing, the next big thing."

"Who’s with them tonight?" you asked. Please me, please me you pleaded inwardly.

"You are," said John appearing behind you.

"Oh my God really? Thank you so much!"

"Maybe this will teach you to clean up your act Bea."

Maybe.

"OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU GUYS OH MY GOD!"

What the hell was that? You were back here trying to catch some Z's and all you could hear was high pitched screaming. You got up and wandered out into the foyer. "What is going on here?" you shouted, just to be heard above the din.

"The band is here, everyone is going nuts!" John shouted back.

They couldn't be this popular surely. As the band walked through the door surrounded by bodyguards, all you caught was a swoop of black hair. Better go and introduce yourself.

You walked slowly into the green room. Ok professional, you have to be professional. They were all seated on the huge sofa's chatting enthusiastically. Hmm... not bad, seemed cool enough, they hadn't seen you so you had the chance to check them out. Five guys all dressed in black, one twirling drum sticks round and round on his fingers, one with glasses quietly laughing at another two who were playing around with some sort of comic, and the final guy with a huge afro trying something out on an acoustic guitar. Bit different from what we usually get.

"Hey guys," you took the plunge. They all looked up and smiled. "Hey I'm Bea and I'm going to be your assistant while you're with us."

"Nice to meet you Bea," the guy with the long black hair got up and held out his hand, "I'm Gerard, I'm the singer." He had nice eyes. Haunted by something, you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"This is Mikey, my brother, he plays bass," guy with the glasses waved shyly, "Frank, on guitar," the guy who'd been fooling around with Gerard waves enthusiastically, "Bob, on drums," another little wave, "and Ray on guitar," the afro dude gives you a friendly smile.

Gerard sat back down and a weird silence ensued. "Well..... is there anything you guys want?"

"No don't think so," Frank replied, fiddling with his lip piercing.

You looked at each of the guys in turn and they all shook their heads. You looked at Gerard finally, but he wasn't looking at your face. He was staring at your bare arms. You looked down and knew instantly that he could see your scars, still fresh from 6 months before, mingled with fainter ones from years gone by. When he realised, he quickly looked at your face and blushed bright red. "I'll leave you guys to it then, sound check is in an hour," you choked out. You almost ran from the room. Once in the safety of the toilets, you sobbed until your body was empty.

"Why did she leave so fast? She seemed like a rad girl," Frank asked, after Bea's hasty exit.

"No idea, maybe she's new and nervous?" Mikey offered.

"Didn't you guys see her arms?" Gerard asked quietly.

"No, what was up with them?" Ray asked.

"She's been self-harming, they were covered in scars," Gerard ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I'm going to go and find her."

"Gerard don't interfere too much," Bob suggested. "She might just want to be left alone for a while."

But Gerard had already left the room.

What are you going to do? You’re a suicidal, alcoholic, drug addict. You’re 23 years old, with a job that you hate, and no way out. The door of the toilets opened and you heard footsteps on the blue tiles.

Someone cleared their throat. It was a man for sure.

"Ermmm.... Bea?"

An American accent. One of the band had come to find you. How embarrassing.

"Bea are you in here?" the voice drawled.

"Yes," you squeaked.

"I'm sorry I made you cry."

You slowly opened the cubicle door. Gerard stood in front of you. His hazel eyes stared at you with such kindness that you started to cry again. A perfect stranger was being kinder than anyone ever had. "It's ok," you said "I'm just a bit fragile at the moment," you grabbed some tissue and went to leave but he grabbed your arm.

"Wait. Do you wanna talk?"

"No not really. I just need to do my job."

"Why are you self-harming Bea?" he asked quietly.

"What are you my counsellor?" you replied angrily. How dare he question your life.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Well don't bother. I'm a stranger to you, and I don't need the help of some rockstar with more money than sense." you spat out.

You left the toilet angry and humiliated. You walked into the green room, "Time for the sound check guys," you tried to be cheerful.

"Ok, you're the boss!" Frank laughed, patting you on the back. You couldn't help but smile.

While the guys were doing the soundcheck you thought you would grab a coffee and try and find out some more stuff about the band. You typed ‘My Chemical Romance’ into the search engine and found a recent biography.

"The rock band My Chemical Romance are taking the music world by storm with their album 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge,' and it's a big surprise for many as the band had difficulties earlier this year that looked set to throw their new found stardom into doubt. Lead singer Gerard Way admitted a drink and drug problem which had led to him contemplating suicide. He is now clean and sober, which has helped the band move to the next level." You didn't need to read anymore. You looked up at Gerard on the stage, he laughed with his bandmates as though nothing had happened. You knew his eyes had been telling you something. You owed him a huge apology. You went to get up and talk to him but they started to play. You grabbed a copy of the set list from the pile in the corner. 'Im not ok,' 'Helena' these songs rolled through your head as the band played them, and the longer they played the more convinced you were of your own stupidity. 'Thankyou for the venom.' As Gerard sang the words "What’s life like bleeding on the floor," you saw images of myself in your bathroom, the paramedics rushing in, your parents "We don't want to see you until you've cleaned yourself up Beatrice!"

You realised that you were sitting there crying long after the band had finished playing and it took you a while to notice that the band were sitting around you, waiting for your tears to stop.
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