MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Being hated is a charm | G.W.

(A/n)

Requested by _itsnotabaddick_

*not proofread

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"...Hello? Are y...ke?"

"I think they...more...me."

"Sur..."

The light makes my eyes hurt and I try to turn over to get rid of it, just for a strong and sharp pain to be sent up my abdomen, triggering a scream I'm not able to hold back. I immediately reach for where the pain came from just to be stopped by hands, unfamiliar calloused ones.

"Okay, now they're aware," someone says and fuck. They weren't part of a dream or something.

"Easy," another voice says, calmer, ignoring the other. Is it me they're talking to? Maybe it is, considering how their hands carefully place mine down, slowly letting go of them. "Don't sit up just yet, give yourself a moment."

Slowly, I manage to open my eyes, only seeing a couple of blurs at first. I feel terribly sleepy, but it's not quite it – this dizzy feeling takes over my shoulder and I'd probably be throwing up, if there was anything to throw up at all, that is. I try to bring my hand up to my face, only to find out how heavy it feels. My body is sort of numb; I'm aware I'm on a couch, I guess, but I still feel like floating on water.

Soon enough, the two blurs turn into two people – a black haired person with a scar across their eyebrow and faint red makeup whilst the other looks like them, though with sharper features and an indifferent face instead of curious, half disdaining. Both dressed in a sort of punk style.

"Who the fuck are you?" I look at the two, but I can barely think properly to recognize them.

"Deplorable how you don't even know who the leaders of the Killjoys are, honey." The first one twists their mouth, ignoring the glare they receive from the other.

"Leader of the Killjoys...?" Sounds familiar. Killjoys, they're the gang from the west side and their leaders are the Ways, isn't it? And they're always tagging along with two other guys, though I only remember Ray because we're friends; we met back at a bar some time ago and continue talking even nowadays, sometimes hanging out despite the differences. Business is business, life is life.

"You still there?" The first ones come into view, eyebrow raised at me.

"Yes, Gerard," I sigh, finally remembering his name.

"Oh, so you do know us!" He smiles, breathing a chuckle through his nose.

"I couldn't even remember my own name until seconds ago, dude, chill." I twist my mouth a bit, feeling the discomfort on my abdomen slowly returning. "What happened to me? What are you doing here?"

"Living here, it's our place," Mikey chuckles. "It's about what you are doing here."

"You were stabbed," Gerard cuts in before I can say anything. "We found out your gang was fighting the Xanax and they apparently left you behind. Whether it was by accident or not, we don't know. We just found you passed out on our territory and Ray apparently knows you, so he insisted we should bring you."

"Oh, right." I nod, immediately regretting it because of how dizzy I get.

"You might want to stick around for a bit," Mikey says after a moment of silence. "We're not sure of how safe your area is and you're not well enough to be transported."

"Death seems like a good option right now." I close my eyes for a brief moment, twisting my mouth a bit. To be honest, I don't want to face my gangmates again – maybe my mind is messed up for now and I'll change my mind later, but I can clearly remember how things were getting depressing for me – and the Killjoys won't let me stay. Damn, they're the main gang of the city, they don't want a weak ass like me.