Drums Of The City Rain (Gerard Way Fanfic Book 2)

Chapter 18

Gerard didn't seem right. The whole time he had been home. Something about him was.... Off. He wasn't acting like his usual self. I had talked to Mikey about it and he agreed. Both of us had tried to talk to him, but he just dodged the questions like when we were unpacking.

We were starting to really worry about him.

"Hey, Gerard?" I said to him.

"Yeah?" He replied, looking up from whatever he was drawing.

"Wanna go for a walk?"

"No thanks."

"Oh, okay." I added. He returned to his drawing and I just stood there. I rubbed my sweater covered arm and looked off to the side. "What're drawing?" I asked, walking over to him, trying to just talk to him. He had been very distant, and that's one reason Mikey and I were so worried.

"It's nothing." He replied, shutting his book with a sigh. He tucked it under his arm and walked off.

My heart sank and a chill went down my spine. I sighed and walked out of the room with my head hanging. I went outside in the snow. The ground was painted white with a cold powder. It was on the windowsills and the trees and everywhere. It was so pretty. Even though it's just white. Such a plain color, snow is beautiful.

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~Gerard's POV~

"You okay, bro?" Mikey asked me again. He keeps asking stuff like that, so does Dawn.

"I'm fine." I replied.

He left the room and I sighed, continuing to draw. I didn't want anyone to see this drawing, though. Or anything in my knew sketchbook, for that matter. They were all so dark. I drew them because that's how I felt. Not just dark as in creepy, or even like other dark drawings I've done. These were different. Very different. I had never drawn someone hanging themselves in any of my other sketchbooks. That was what I was drawing now - a boy hanging himself. On the page before this one, was a boy crying, tears streaming down his face, but not just that. No, I've done that before, it's not that dark. This boy was crying and holding a gun to his head, the trigger so so close to being pulled.

On the page before that, it was a toy. A stuffed toy whose fabric was tearing. He had stitched in him that were breaking. He was using one arm to sew his other arm back on, but that arm was coming off to. His legs were falling apart, everything. It was too much for him to put back together, he was trying and he couldn't do it. He couldn't put himself back together no matter how many stitches he put on himself, because the more he sew with that arm, the closer it came to falling off, and the more he cried, the wetter his fabric got, so the more it fell apart.

One the page before that one was a girl laying motionless on the ground with police around her and crying family members. There was a tall building next to her and a pool of blood below her. She had jumped.

"Gerard, Mikey and I are heading to the store." My mom said. I looked up at her. "Your father is at one of his friend's houses, we'll be back in later."

"Okay, bye."

I heard the door close moments later.

"Hi." I heard someone say. I closed my book and looked up. It was Dawn. She had a red beanie on and a red sweater with a teddy bear on it. She smiled a bit at me. She looked really cute.

"Hey." I said to her.

"I'm going to go for a walk." She said.

"Okay."

With that she excited the room and the door shut.

These drawings are how I felt. Dark, sad, depressed and alone.