Monroeville ( Gerard x reader )

Chapter One

Y/N:

I walked down the silent streets of Monroeville. The only sound striking my attention was the crunching of the leftover Autumn leaves that were the only reminder of the warm summer before.

A vale of clouds surrounded the edges of the roads, though it never touched the driveways or porches of the residents it surrounded... It left a clear path, straightaway towards a house most popular among the citizens.

I dreaded passing by it. Along my daily walk-back from music festivals and basement parties, I always had to face the mansion that stood like a god amongst the simple suburbia. It was selfish that someone would build something so immense alongside houses so simple and small.

I would begin to pass by it, my eyes drifting along the house's thick forestry covering that hid a yard seeming to stretch for miles. I couldn't help but glance above and face the castle standing tall upon the hill.

"Beautiful.." I mutter, my breath visible in the cold, crisp air.

I'd continue my steady pace as I acknowledged every feature of the house...

Tall windows that were spiked at the top, reminding me of bat wings, evenly distributed themselves to be a perfect gateway to the inside. Inside visible were lavish curtains. They were a beautiful wine stain color and gothic in design. The house itself was painted black... but not a dark black that blurred itself behind, but something like a midnight sky.

My eyes began to slowly drag themselves downward... How long had I been out? I couldn't remember... But I could feel the booze finally take to my stomach. It wouldn't be long till I was sick.

I was exhausted. It was times like these I remembered how hard picking gigs up at parties and festivals could be... I was imagining the people inside the mansion... I bet they never had to worry about things like this...

Too caught up in my head, I wouldn't realize the strap to my guitar ( which had been flung behind my back ) had slipped its way away from the base and was hanging below next to my feet.

One step, two steps, and like that my third step caught the strap. It awoke me fast, as in an instance I was diving down towards the concrete. I had no time to respond. My knee caught most of the impact, but the rest of my body fell with it.

My guitar would fall out in front of me. I was more worried about it than I was myself.

" Damn it!" I'd reach for the fretboard.

The music business wasn't always easy, so I had a daytime job, at a record store not far down the street. As much as I loved performing though, having to be busy for both times of the day had been no easy task.

It was absolutely draining. Here was the proof of that, as myself and my guitar fell feet away from each other, and now picking it up I realized I had cracked the fret... Everything had been so perfect, but now it was a bit more blurry ( and agitating ) than I was comfortable with.

Gerard:

I had made my way through the forest of Dense ( but dead ) Greenery, and I had managed to find the sidewalk in a maze of never-ending land. I was so tired of living off my brother's stuff... Especially this house, or mansion per se... But there are not many places guys like us can go anymore...

It's been 7 years since we all moved in, and 7 since we ever had to worry about anything... I guess that's one plus of living in a gated facility...

" Monroeville... Oh, how I hate it!"

I was headed to check the mail, even though it was about 30 minutes before daylight.

I knew they probably hadn't run the mail trucks yet. But, this would be the only time I could check it before I had to stow away inside the brick walls of our castle. I was simply desperate for fresh air, or maybe human interaction...