Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Field Trip To Hell

TW: taking Xanax, nightmares (Gerard dying, collapsing, bleeding out), alcohol (mentioned)

A/N: so I realized a continuity error while editing these chapters. I never once mentioned Bob (rip) so from now on, Bob is in the story...so just act like Frank told Matt he was out of the band off screen and that Bob has been in the band for a while...thank you^^

YOUR POV:

Another dream where I've been awoken by fear and tears. Gerard was asleep beside me on the bed, curdled up with the blankets and facing away from me. He was snoring and he softly spoke in his sleep, but it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

His breathing helped to calm me down and ground myself, but it didn't do anything for the images in my head. He was lying dead on the concrete, bleeding out after he got so drunk that he collapsed and hit his head. I screamed and begged for help...but nobody came.

I heard Gerard let out a moan beside me which brought me back to my senses as he cuddled further into his pillow.

I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, beg him to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay with his hugs.

But I didn't.

Instead, I slipped out of bed and shuffled over to his bag which was lying on his desk.

I knew that I shouldn't be taking any more of his medication. I told myself it was a one time thing when I woke up the next morning, but you never keep promises you make to yourself.

I unzipped his bag and reached inside for his bottle of Xanax. This was a shitty idea, but after last time, and the fact I woke up extra refreshed the following morning...it was something I craved again.

I grabbed a pill from the bottle and popped it into my mouth, before screwing it back and putting it away in his bag.

I wasn't going to become an addict over this stuff. This was my second time taking it and I wasn't relying on the thing for peaceful nights. I only used them when the dreams were unbearable. I only used them when they made my skin crawl.

"Y/N..?" I hear Gerard whisper.

I couldn't help but tense up as I looked over at Gerard who was tiredly looking at me, "y-yes?"

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"Nothing," I lie. "I had to use the bathroom."

Gerard hums in acknowledgment and makes a grabby motion with his hands, "come back to bed."

I smiled and headed over to his side once more.

•••

The My Chemical Romance van was small and it could barely fit all seven of us. I know that the boys were working and hoping to get a legit tour bus in the near future, or hell, a bigger and nicer van. But for now, this was all they had with a small storage trailer attached to the back.

We were all currently on the way to the Mr. Smalls Theater in Millvale, Pennsylvania. The band had officially started their tour again for their new album, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. The album proved to be a major success, even though they hid it from the record label and forced them to release it.

It wasn't a secret that you could tell the success of this album had made all of them happy. But I noticed that Gerard seemed a bit happier from it all?

The designated driver was in the drivers seat and Bob sat in the passenger seat, while we sat in the vans row of seats.

Gerard and I were sat together in the very back. He had a cigarette in his hand and occasionally smoked it as the smoke filtered out the open window. I sat beside him with my back pressed against the wall with my knees brought to my chest.