MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

forget

(trigger warning for violence, death, caps lock [it's only in the author's notes] and mild mild MILD cursing [like it says "hell" OH NOOOO])

(haven't been updating so)

(ray and christa toro, i would like to formally apologize)

"Hey, look at the news today."

Gerard's eyes flitted over the headline. Then he lifted his gaze to his brother. "Didn't we know that chick?"

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Ray had already walked the half-block to Christa's house and was continuing cheerfully on his way. It was fall, and that meant crisp, cold temperatures and Halloween. His black windbreaker did little to protect him from the giant gusts, but he didn't mind. Around his walking feet were orange and brown leaves that made satisfying crunch noises when he pressed them into the pavement.

He just wished he was going over to Christa's house with a better reason than chemistry homework — it would be nice just to sit outside with her and hang out.

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The desk in front of and to the left of Mikey's seat was empty. He couldn't remember who usually sat there; he didn't socialize with anyone in this class.

The people sitting around that desk were looking very solemn, like they knew something Mikey didn't.

He got back to his paper.

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Ray passed Christa's neighbors' houses, which were all painted muted, wintery colors, like grayish-mint and foggy blue. They weren't as pretty as Christa's house; nothing and no one could compare to anything about Christa.

He was at the last stretch when someone came running out of Christa's in hysterics. It was her mom.

She nearly ran into Ray, but skidded to a halt and put her head in her hands. She was sobbing — loud, ugly, terrible sobs that she couldn't stop from coming out. Ray stood there like a deer in the headlights.

"Miss— Miss, are you okay?" he asked, unsure.

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Frank was sitting on the couch in his living room when he saw the news.

"Investigators are unsure if it was murder or suicide..." the reporter said. Frank muted the TV. He didn't want to hear some boring case. People die all the time, he thought. It's only when people kill other people that it becomes important.

He was going to turn off the TV when he noticed the picture of the girl. He wondered if he knew her from somewhere.

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"My— my baby! Oh, my baby!"

"What happened?" Ray asked.

Christa's mom looked up, then shrieked and broke down again. "She— she—"

She kept running. Ray sped down the sidewalk and up the front steps. The warm brown door was open wide. Inside, everything looked the same: pretty floral drapes, small marble kitchen, lights on. He stepped into the lounge. Something stank. He squished a bug with his shoe.

Hanging from the ceiling lamp was a noose.

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"I know we know this girl," Gerard said. "So who the hell is she?"

Frank shrugged. "A classmate, or something? But I also think she was famous... or popular."

"Something like that," Gerard agreed. "It's just weird I can't remember who she is. I guess I thought someone had talked about her to me before."

Frank understood, so he nodded. "Yeah. Weird."

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"Oh my god," Ray yelled.

Christa had been hung.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

He held her lifeless hand — cold and sickly white. Her eyes were lidded, but bugging out. Insects crawled all over her body. Moths ate her clothes. A cobweb hung from her lip and bunched up her hair. Her soul had been sucked out, he knew that for sure. He couldn't look away, and he didn't know what to do.

"Forget," someone said in his ear, and he never saw the light of day again.

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Mikey was staring at the empty desk that he couldn't figure out. All of the other students had already left, so had the teacher. The door was held open for him, and all the lights in the school were off.

He realized something.

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"Guys, I know who it is!" Mikey called out to his friends.

He opened the door. They were all dead.

"Forget," someone said. So he did.

(THIS IS HORRIBLE)