Dear Diary (A Gerard Way fanfic)

Tuesday: January 9, 1995

Dear Diary,
Honestly what's the point anymore? I feel absolutely useless and still nobody likes me. I have a therapy appointment coming up and I know they are gonna lie to me and say stuff like "It's okay" but It's not okay. I feel like

And then my mom came in, destroying my thoughts again.

"Whatcha writing sweetie?" My mom asked, glancing over at my so called diary.

"Mom now is not the time, I-I'm busy."

"Okay then, well dinner is ready. Come down soon before it gets cold. You know how refrigerated food tastes." My mom said, kissing my forehead and leaving her lipstick mark there.

God I hated when she does that.

Anyways back to my rant and writing in my so called diary.

Dear Diary,
Sorry about what happened there for a moment. Got caught off guard if ya know what I mean. Anyways I feel like dying ya know? It's just a awkward thought I've been having and It feels like it will never leave my brain.

A lot of voices In my head tells me to do bad things. Bad bad things. Which I have good sense on not to do but It's very hard to do so.

But I can't die yet. I gotta figure out what college I'm gonna go to, what I'm gonna do in my

Then I got interrupted again.

"Gerard come down now so you can eat! Can't let this go to waste!" My mom yelled from the kitchen downstairs.

"God mom okay!" I yelled back, sighing as I closed the notebook or so called diary a little too hard we can say.

I rushed downstairs in a even more terrible mood from my mom who keeps annoying me about eating or taking my meds.

"Sit." She demanded as my little brother Mikey stared at me, along with my dad.

"You're food is getting cold, son." My dad said, taking the hugest bites ever.

"Don't ever call me that again."

"Well you are my son, what do you expect me to call you? Sweet cheeks?"

Mikey almost got choked on his food from my dad's response as I sighed and played with my food.

I knew that if I even tried to rant to my family, they would of course call me crazy.

But I don't know about Mikey. He's understanding.

I just don't want him telling mom what I'm going through. Right now I told her to get me a therapist because of "School" and "Stress" but trust me. I'm going through more than that.

When dinner was finally over. I ran back upstairs and towards my room.

I closed the door and locked it, then made my way back to my desk.

I opened back up my "Diary" and finished where I left off.

Dear Diary,
Sorry about that again. I bet you're tired too.
Anyways, I gotta figure out what college I'm gonna go to, what I'm gonna do in my life, and what I'm gonna major in. Everything is stressful Diary, but I feel like I'm gonna give you a new name instead of Diary.

How about Bandit? I think Bandit suits you because of your color, Red. I loved the name Bandit for as long as I can remember. It's pretty badass if you ask me.

Well I gotta go now Bandit.

Goodnight

Xo, Gee.