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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Woah where are you? You know when you get that feeling of waking up in a new place and you can't remember where you are or what has happened? Well that’s how you feel. Wait a lot of white, a drip, weird lumpy beds. Yep the hospital, oh yeah Kyle. and something else..... something else happened to you. You look around and it comes flooding back. A feeling of warmth spreads over your body as you see Gerard sprawled in the armchair, mouth slightly open, breathing gently. Mikey at his brother's feet, what had Mikey said. Will you be our new tour manager? He couldn't be serious. Could he?
Ray's eyes fluttered open. "Hey Ray, you ok?" you asked.
"I'm great, but I think the question should be how you are?" He laughed.
"Well......... I'm getting there," you held up your broken arm in answer. "Did Mikey really mean that, about the tour manager thing?" you asked cautiously.
"Yeah. Brian is thinking about other projects and he said it would be good if we found someone that he can sort of train up for the remainder of this tour. We all were really impressed by you and we're giving you a chance," he replied sincerely.
You welled up at their kindness now it had kind of sunken in. "Thankyou so much."
"And also we love your accent. You do know that Frank is going to be getting you to do impressions of the Queen don't you!" he joked.
"What was that about me?" Frank voice floated across the room. and his head popped up from under the bed.
"Why the hell are you under there?" you choked out through your hysterical laughter.
"It was the only place left after these guys hogged all the chairs!" he grumbled.
A nurse bustled into the room. "Ok Bea you're free to go home now," she said nervously, eyes shifting from the heavily tattooed Frank to the eye-lined Gerard still asleep in the corner.

"USA here we come," Frank shouted as you arrived at the airport two days later. How your life had got to this point you will never know but in your heart you knew that you were doing the right thing. You had a chance to change and to eradicate the mistakes you had made. You realised that you were standing still, taking in the last few glimpses of your old life.
"Come on Beatrice," Mikey giggled. Once he had realised that that was your full name he had insisted on calling you by it ever since. "Its such a cool name," he mused, "It’s like a cats name!"
"Oh thanks Mikey! My parents are the only people who ever call me Beatrice!" you warned.
"And now me," he retorted, dodging out of the way as you ran towards him.
Your parents, they had had to be told of course. You thought that they would be happy for you. Wouldn't you think they would? But no, as usual it wasn't good enough for them.
"I've got a new job, working with a band. I'm going to go to the US for a while," you revealed after you’d settled down on the plush sofa with a cup of tea, (not using the best china you noticed).
"A band Beatrice, really?" your mother said with disdain, "and what sort of band are they?"
"Ermm... a rock band. They're getting really quite successful." Your father just sat there stony faced.
"Just another excuse for you to get drugs Beatrice," he said calmly.
"No. I'm getting help. Gerard....,"
You were interrupted. "Don't tell me this is a male band," your father practically shouted.
"Yes they are. Gerard, the singer, is a recovering addict and he's going to help me," you said quickly.
"A likely story. How are you ever going to get over this addiction you have when you insist on associating with people with the same problems as yourself?" your mother continued.
"He's recovered mother," you replied angrily.
"I'm sorry Beatrice but I'm afraid we simply cannot condone this trip," your father concluded.
"I'm 23 years old; I can do what I like. And it's not a 'trip' it's a job opportunity. I thought you would be happy that I was finally getting sorted out."
"This isn't the way Beatrice. The right way would be to get a job somewhere nice like Jane's daughter. She's working as a typist and personal assistant in a wonderful office in the City," your mother reasoned, "she's not gallivanting around with dirty musicians, living out of a suitcase."
You were seething with anger. "I don't want an office job mother. I'm a musician, I like what I do and I'm not going to change for you. If you can't be happy for me when I'm doing what you wanted then I guess you can forget it." You got up, walked calmly to the door and never looked back.

"Come on Beatrice," Mikey repeated. You jolted out of your daydream.
"What are you doing?" Gerard said coming up behind you.
You turned to him and a solitary tear slid down your cheek. "I'm sort of sad to be leaving. I'm saying goodbye to more than a city, I'm saying goodbye to my old self. That sounds stupid though doesn't it?" you laughed and wiped the tears away.
"Of course not. You're not the same self-destructive person anymore Bea." He looked at you so deeply and you felt your stomach do that flip again. He put his hand to your face and wiped away a tear with his thumb. It was only a couple of seconds of contact between your skin and his but you felt like you had been branded.
"But my parents........ they hate me. I can't believe they think so little of me!" you said quietly.
"We're your family now," Gerard replied. He put his arm around you and guided you back to the group.
"Bea-Bea!" Frank cried throwing his arms around you. "Don't cry! We are gonna show you how to party New Jersey style," he laughed loudly.

"Close your eyes," Bob ordered you as you waited in the departures lounge.
"Why?" you demanded.
"Just do it," he laughed. There was much shuffling around and giggles. "Ok open them."
In Bob's hands lay a black and red armband, with MCR emblazoned across a circle of guns. The word 'Revenge' in the centre. Revenge, that was what you were getting now, revenge on all the people who had treated you like crap. A smile spread across your face.
"Welcome to the band," said Bob, fastening it around your arm.

"So whatta you think?" Gerard asked, a huge smile spread across his face.
"It's beautiful." You were driving through New Jersey towards Gerard and Mikey's house where you had been invited to stay while the band did two shows here. You looked over at Gerard. Did you like him? The sun brightened up the one side of his face, his black hair hung over one eye, his chin rested on one hand as he stared longingly out of the window. He looked up and caught you staring. His hazel eyes lit up and he smiled that cute smile that seemed like it was just for you.

"It's beautiful," Bea said. Just like you thought Gerard to himself. Can I do this? I want her so bad. He looked out of the window at his beloved Jersey. He saw her staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He looked over. Her black hair stuck out at all angles from the long flight, her eyeliner slightly smudged under her eyes. She smiled back. His stomach flipped; it had been doing that a lot lately. She looked away. How can I be falling for her? Is it wrong? Maybe it was time to investigate. Gerard looked over at her again. Her chin rested on one hand. Oh to be a glove on that hand, Gerard thought to himself.

God you need drugs. Why did you ever think that you could do this? It had been 5 days and already you needed something. You started shaking and sweating.
"You ok Beatrice?" Mikey asked "A fever?"
"Yeah I’m fine, maybe I am coming down with something." you laughed through the pain. Your whole body was screaming. You knew that Gerard knew what was going on. He had gone through it himself. Last night he had held you while you shook uncontrollably and begged for him to get you drugs.
"Just hold in there baby," he whispered, rocking you back and forth in his strong arms.
"I can't, I can't do it," you screamed hysterically. You tried to run but he caught you. You punched and kicked him in rage but it did no good. The night was a constant battle and so was the day. What are you going to do?

"Withdrawals eh?" Ray said to Gerard as they had lunch together that day.
"What? How do you know?" Gerard asked bewildered.
"Come on man. It’s just what you were like. I’m not stupid!"
Gerard realised he was right. Should he ask Ray what he had wanted to ask since the day they had met Bea?
"I think I'm falling for her," he blurted out.
"No shit Sherlock!" Ray joked through a mouthful of fries. "You look at her like a sick puppy. Every other word that comes out of your mouth is Bea and she's pretty much the same."
Gerard's mouth hung open.
"Well that’s what you wanted to know, wasn't it?" Ray laughed.
"Well yeah, but I didn’t realise all this was common knowledge!"
"Oh yeah. Look man go for it. You may have something special there and you don’t wanna lose it!"
He was right. "I’m going to find her!"

Gerard ran most of the way back home. "Hey ma!" he shouted randomly in the direction of the kitchen. He ran down the stairs into his basement room where he and Bea had been staying. "Bea!" he called. There was a crash and the silence. "What happened?" he asked as he opened the door.
"Shit, Oh God," he shouted, "MA GET AN AMBULANCE!"
Bea was sprawled out on the floor, a small side table knocked over by her side. The traces of white powder on the table showed clearly what had happened. Don't do this to me now that I've found you. He picked her up and carried her upstairs. "Please don't take her, now that I've found her," he whispered as the sound of sirens echoed in the distance.
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