Life on the Murder Scene || Gerard Way Horror Romance

13: Hospital & House

*time shift 2 weeks after Halloween* 

I lied on the floor just staring at the ceiling. Every ounce of my being just wanted to implode, scream until I can't speak. Gerard and I had bought a house together. We did it!

It's great news but extremely stressful. I had been living off my parents life insurance and tried to use it sparingly. It wasn't much but it was enough to get an apartment and pay rent. I'm grateful for it but what little I had left was starting to only be enough for food. 

I had been talking to Gerard and looking at houses with him. He's gonna be paying for it, such an angel! He told me not to worry about any payments but theres something inside me that just felt terrible for not being much help. 

I grab my pack of cigs from my purse and light one. After a few puffs I sit up with an idea. If I'm so stressed why not call my dealer? It'll take the stress off and let me live in my own delusions for a while. 

Gerard and the others had talked to me about not doing drugs anymore because it was ruining my health. I promised I'd stop but one more time wouldn't hurt, right? 

I call my dealer and he brings me what I asked for. He leaves and I immediately turn on some music and hype myself up. Essentially partying by myself, it's fun though. 

I start snorting lines and smoke my cigarette letting it kick in. I feel a rush come over, something didn't feel right. I immediately start freaking out and hyperventilate. I can feel my throat tightening and eyes watering. I can't stop coughing and it's just making things worse. I fall back onto the floor and grab my phone frantically. 

I dial 911 and try to speak but unable to. All they can hear is coughing and gasping. After numerous hellos and what's wrongs the dispatcher sends an ambulance out. 

I wait for what feels like hours but realistically only a couple of minutes. They get me to the ambulance taking vitals and pumping me full of fluids. I was in and out of consciousness. They kept asking me questions to get me to stay awake. 

"Ma'am what's your name?" 

"J..jules." 

"Okay Jules, I need you to tell me when your birthday is. Can you do that?"

"August.." 

"August when?"

"August 22nd." 

They keep asking questions and it keeps getting harder to respond. My vision and mind goes black. 

Gerards POV: 

It was midday and I was growing bored. Jules hasn't texted or called me all day and I was starting to get worried about her. I know she needs her space for now because this whole moving thing was stressful for her. 

I decide to check on Frankie and see what he's up to. I walk in and see he's drawing at his desk. I stand behind him just watching. I look closely to see a familiar face, my Jules. "Whatcha doin'?" I ask. He jumps and tries to cover what he was drawing. 

"I already saw it stupid." I laugh. He just scratches his head and I lean against his desk arms crossed. "It looks good. What made you draw her though?" I ask. 

"Just think she's pretty." He laughs nervously. I smile at his compliment. "Have you heard from Jules today by chance?" I question, I don't think he has but worth a short. "No, why? Has she not texted you today?" I shake my head no and pull out my phone to give her another call. 

No answer. "That's weird. Maybe you should go to her apartment, see what's up." Frank suggests. As I'm heading out the door I get a call from Jules. I pick up immediately not even giving it time to properly ring.