| iris | Gerard way x reader

1| Be quiet and drive (far away) |

"Oh hi y/n..."
My mom greeted me as I got back home.
i closed the door behind me and proceeded to get closer to her.
I just got back from a walk in the neighbourhood.
"hi, is something wrong?"
I asked, not genuinely worried.

This summer has been...bad? Just bad wouldn't really describe it but, it hasn't been good.
I just finished 8th grade and that, by itself was great, it meant i was one year closer to finishing school and get out of that hell jail shit.

it also meant that i would get some crazy seasonal depression. not that it was a new thing but this time it affected my health.
everything was changing, my friends, not that i had many, none close enough to cry over, would be going to other schools, so i wouldn't see them as much anymore, time was going so fast and i felt like i couldn't keep up with it, time was running on a smooth road and i was walking on dry sand, with my feet sinking in it.
I wouldn't leave my room for days, without eating, showering...
the few times i had to, i was forced by my mom, to go to the beach or to have some family dinner.

as i got closer to my mom, i noticed she had a troubled and slightly worried expression on her face.
"not really... y/n, actually, can you set the table?"
i did as she asked me and we soon had dinner, with my brother and dad.

"uhm, this will be hard to say, and for you to accept—i'm sure— but..." my dad paused and looked at his plate.
he looked serious, almost as if he were admitting to having killed someone.
me and my twin looked at him and gave him our full attention.
"we'll soon be moving."

i didn't answer.
my mind was still processing the words that came out of his mouth.

what does he mean.

"what?!" i heard from my right. my brother almost yelled.
he was as confused as me.

why?
why now?

as if it wasn't enough changes, as if time wasn't going fast enough.
i was born, grew up and have lived in this house and city for all my life, why do i have to go to a place i probably don't even know? why do i have to give up everything and everyone? do i deserve this? is this some kind of punishment? am i grounded?
i felt tears gloss over my eyes as i stood still.

"w-where?" i managed to speak.

"i know this is very hard for you two and-" she got interrupted.
"where!?" he yelled once again, it wasn't even a question, he just let out emotions and anger.
"we're moving to new jersey, belleville." she said with a stern voice. changing drastically from the maternal and sickly comforting voice she was faking.

I felt those tears leave my eyes and find my cheeks, reaching my jaw and dropping on the table.
"It's something that we, unfortunately, have no control over, we would ALL rather stay here and keep our memories close, we would all rather not change radically." The words leaving my dad's mouth felt sour and bitter, I didn't want to hear them, I didn't want to know he was saying the truth.

My brother stormed off in his room while I stayed and finished eating.
He was just as upset as I was, I guess I was just scared of disappointing my parents or just not having respect.
By the time dinner ended, which was completely silent the moment by twin left, my dad started.
"We'll be going in about a week." No emotions in his voice. He felt like he always had to be the "stable" one, which is complete bullshit in my opinion. "We wanted to tell you sooner, but we thought that you would get upset, and ruin your summer..." My mom explained.
"Ok." I responded, reflecting the same emptiness he showed before.

Looking at my room, I knew it was soon going to be stripped down to just naked walls and empty furniture, it wouldn't be "y/n room" anymore, it would just be...a room.
I gazed at my at my guitar, then my posters, my CDs and then to my sketchbook, basically the only things that kept me going, music and art.