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i looked down in this abyss.
there sat a cardboard sign.
it was small.
i looked around.
i picked it up and quickly read it.
"you didn't follow the instructions."
what instructions?
i don't know what it's talking about.
i decided to start walking.
maybe that can stir my memory up?
i saw something shinny.
but it had a dull shine.
i ran towards it.
it was a little metal bat?
what?
is there just trash here or something?
i picked it up.
it looked like you attach it to something.
didn't that pretty person have one on their nightstand?
wait...
they were in their living room?
or dining room?
i think they had black hair?
wait.
i don't remember how they look...
do i have a belt on?
for the first time since ive been here, i looked down at myself.
i had a black uniform on?
am i apart of a marching band?
there's blood all over me though.
it looks fake.
i think?
i fashioned the little bat on my belt.
i walk again.
what instrument did i play in the band?
was i any good?
i close my eyes and think.
someone was always mad at me whenever i played.
i wonder why.
maybe i sucked at whatever i did.
i sigh.
there's something else in the corner.
i walk relatively slow.
now that im aware of what im wearing, its making me itch.
i approach the object.
it's a cane?
i decided to pick it up.
it goes right above my hip.
whoever had it must have been a little taller than me.
i grab the cane and walk with it.
was i the drum major?
did i lead the band?
i walk around, pretending im marching in a parade.
this feels nice.
but, i don't think i was able to lead often.
actually...
i think whoever lead hated me.
a door opened behind me.
i snap back and see a hotel room.
i rush.
i'm so scared the door will close.
it started to creak shut.
as i was running as fast as possible, the uniform started itching, and scratching all on my body.
i forced my way out.
i look around me.
have i been here before?
no, the one i can remember was a nice hotel.
it was a luxury place.
how'd i end up there?
maybe i was good at whatever i did.
but no, this place...
maybe that void was better than this.
it looks, dangerous.
i don't want to speak bad on motels, but this is crazy.
it's dark.
there's dust and grime everywhere.
i turn to a door.
i can see my reflection from the window next to it.
woah....
i look like this?
and my hair is red?
has it always been red?
suddenly, i see a figure behind me in the reflection.
i turn and see a pale, ghost looking person.
platinum blonde hair.
gorgeous eyes.
they rip the cane out my hand.
i opened my mouth to say something.
i'm stopped by them raising the cane and swinging it.
huh?
oh.
they're swinging it at me.
before i can react, they hit me on my head.
and i fall.
suddenly, im in a church.
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The Wounds of Our Past // Gerard Way x reader
Fanfiction2008. You're the main keys player for the all known band, My Chemical Romance. Although being best friends with Mikey, you never could get Gerard to like you. You finally get some free time and go to a pawn shop with Mikey. You two get persuaded to...