Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

And So, He Returns

TW: vomiting(mentioned), not eating, self destruction, drugs & alcohol (mentioned), suicide (mentioned), arguing, bitch slapping Frank

A/N: in celebration of my chem posting on ig...i want to throw up😋

YOUR POV:

It took a very long time but I finally arrived in California. My heart was heavy and it ached, not only that, I had been throwing up for days now. The worry was eating me alive, but I tried my best to stay calm and collected around the others, but I think they could tell I was just as bad off.

They never said anything to me though.

Frank had put out a missing persons report on a forum about Gerard. Everyone was freaking out since it had been a few days at this point, but the one who this effected the most was Frank.

Frank had told me before that he saw everyone in My Chemical Romance as his family, his brothers. I think he saw Gerard as his older brother, which would make sense since the two clicked so well.

I could tell it was also bothering Mikey too, obviously because his brother was missing. But he seemed to be more focused on the endless search instead of focusing on his feelings.

I could speak for all of us...we were all sleep deprived and running on nothing but adrenaline. The only thing I wanted was for Gerard to return safe and sound, and come back to us and explain.

I tried his cellphone more times than I could count on the way down to California, but upon arrival, I found his cellphone lying in his small bag and dead.

It had been days and nobody found or even heard from him, and it was killing all of us.

I'm currently standing in the middle of the hotel rooms front room pacing around. I was surprised that they could afford such a nice hotel room, but that wasn't what mattered right now.

My nails were bleeding from all the nervous chewing I did to them, and my stomach ached with nerves, worry and from a lack of food.

I hadn't been eating. Anything I would eat I would immediately throw up within a few minutes.

I was slowly killing myself and I knew it, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't sleep and I couldn't keep food down, no matter how light or mushy.

There was an abrupt knock at the hotel door as I stopped pacing and eating my nails. I rushed over to the door and silently prayed that it was our missing man.

I unlocked the door and threw it open to see Gerard standing at the door. "H-Hey," he softly greeted.

Gerard's black box hair dye was a lot greasier and dirtier than usual. He usually didn't shower anyway, but he was covered in dirt and sand. He had a few cuts on his face, and his clothes were ripped in a few areas. He appeared a lot paler and looked more weak and sickly. I knew a lot of it from the drugs and alcohol, but this was also most definitely from his adventure of running away. He reeked of alcohol, sweat and the outdoors.

But I didn't care, and instead I engulfed him in a tight hug. He tensed under me but he eventually (and hesitantly) hugged me back. I held him close and tight to me, as if anything looser and he would disappear.

"I-I'm so sorry," Gerard apologized.

I pulled away from him but my hands stayed resting on his arms, "do you have any idea how worried we were?!"

Gerard flinched at my loudness and he looked like he was scrambling for words. "I-I know, I-I just wasn't in the right headspace and I just," he trailed off as his voice gave out on him. "I'm sorry."