We Meet Again (Gerard Way Love Story) (Sequel to Love And Hate)

One

Vy's POV:

I walk around the studio bored as fuck. Well, fucking isn't boring unless your a whore. Alissa's recording the drums for our new album. "Arica." I whine. "What?" She asks. "I'm bored." I say. "Um.. I know what you can do." She says. "What?" I ask hopeful. "Warner Bros. is signing on a new band. They need a guide to show them around, if you like their music then you can show them around." She smiles at me. "Yeah, what's the band name?" I ask.

"My Chemical Romance. You can go into the recording booth and I'll play a couple of their songs for you." She says. I nod my head and walk over to the booth. I go in and put the headphones on and sit down on the chair. "Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us." Arica says. I listen to the song and I'm intranced my the lyrics and the lead singers voice. I smile and slightly bob my head to the music. "Drowning Lessons." She says after the song ends.

I instantly bob my head again. I close my eyes when the singers voice comes through the head phones and I smile even more. There's something about his voice that's so comforting. I just love it, I listen to the lyrics and I get the meanings. The song ends and Arica tells me the name of the next song. "Our Lady Of Sorrows." She says. She hesitates putting the song on, but does it anyways. Why would she hesitate?

The song starts playing and at first it seems really violent. Again I bob my head to the music, but this time when I hear the singers voice, I hear his dispear. I instantly stop moving my head, I sit there and just stare at the ground. As I listen and interpert the lyrics it feels like someone is stabbing a knife repeatedly into my heart. No, it's worse than that. I want it to stop, but no. Then I hear those dreaded words. 'Take My Fucking Hand And Never Be Afraid Again'

At that point I die, but my attackers don't know that. Even though I'm dead I still feel all the pain that I should get if I was alive, my attackers still go after me even though I'm dead. I try not to cry from the pain, but I fail. The song gets accidently put on replay and that kills me more. "Hey, My Chem's here." Arica tells. "I fucking hate you." I hiss. I rip the head phones off of my head and chuck them onto the ground.

I rip off my jacket and reach into my bag. I pull out an unused razor blade and stand up. I roughly walk to the door, kick it down and turn away from the band. I run down the hall and straight into the bathroom. I lock the door and go to the sink. I drag the blade across my skin and watch the blood bleed out from my arm. I make multiple cuts on my arm and watch them bleed. While doing this is chant. "Take My Fucking Hand And Never Be Afraid Again."

I let vemon bath the words and the venom drips off of every word. Eventually I reach down and grab the first aid kit. I clean my wounds and wrap them up. I clean the razor blade and toss it in the trash. I wash the sink clear of my blood. I let out a shaky breath and I collapse against the bathroom wall. I remember that I locked the door, but I don't care. I sigh again and black out.

(Before Vy's freak out) Gerard's POV:

"Hey, My Chem's here." Arica tells the girl in the recording booth. "I fucking hate you." She hisses. She rips off the head phones and chuck's them onto the ground. She stands up, rips off her jacket and I see the dozens of scars that litter her arms. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a blade. Oh crap. I rushes out of the room and starts running down the hall, not even bothering to look at us. "What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"I had her listen to 'Our Lady Of Sorrows'. I knew I shouldn't have had her listen to it." She says. "Why?" I ask. "The lyric 'Take My Fucking Hand And Never Be Afraid Again'. It brings up bad memories for her. A lover she had to leave in order to persue her dream said that to her. That was 8 years ago. She hates herself because she thinks that he hates her. He does have her number, but he hasn't made contact with her since her left." Arica sighs.

"Oh." I say. That sounds awfully similar to what happened to me. Mikey puts his hand on my shoulder and gives me an understanding look. He'll never truely understand. He doesn't know what it's like to have your one true love ripped from you. He doesn't and I hope for his sake that he won't ever have to know.