Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Surprise!

TW: substance abuse (Xanax), nausea, not eating, fatigue

YOUR POV:

My life was going great, if you considered non-stop anxiety and non-stop pill popping to be 'great.'

Was I an addict?

I wasn't sure, the line between addict and not being an addict was blurry.

I was constantly drowsy which made it impossible for me to get out of bed, and it constantly felt like I had some type of bounding in my head. It was hard concentrating on anything, the idea of eating made me nauseous, but I was also getting nauseous from not eating and my body constantly ached.

The Way parents surprised me with tickets to Warped Tour, encouraging me to go and visit the band in Washington.

I didn't want to, and I would rather rot in bed. But their worried looks and words of concern were enough to give me a small ounce of motivation to go.

Not only did they surprise me with tickets, but they were even nice enough to get me a flight. The only thing I had to do was pack my bags and go to the airport.

I begrudgingly shoved clothes into a suitcase and even grabbed Gerard's stash of Xanax which was quickly dwindling out. I wasn't taking them like candy, and I wasn't taking multiple at a time...but I did take at least three a day. One in the morning, one in the afternoon and one at night.

The flight to Washington wasn't too bad and most of it was just me staring out the window, dazed and confused. I didn't really remember anything about the flight, just that I got on a plane and ended up in Washington.

I stumbled around a little bit, coming off from my morning high as I flagged down a taxi to take me to my hotel.

I truly felt indebted to the Way's. They took me in (kinda against their will), let me stay with them, treated me as if I was their own...it was nice, and it made me feel even worse since I repaid them by getting high off their sons prescribed pills.

I eventually made it to the hotel and once I entered the room, I crashed on the bed and slept.

When I woke up, I was discombobulated as I expected to wake up in the dingy basement. I was in a panic for a moment until I remembered that I was in Washington.

I got off the bed and popped another pill before taking a shower. The shower was a nice and warm, and I never wanted to get out but I knew that I had to.

So, I got out, dried off and got dressed.

I was wearing Gerard's homemade Thank You for the Venom shirt that he made prior to My Chemical Romance. It smelled a bit musty, but that made sense considering it was stuffed in a drawer. I paired the shirt with a pair of black jeans, a red and black cross belt and my black converses.

I grabbed the items that I needed for Warped and headed out of the hotel and to the festival grounds. It wasn't that far from the hotel, but it sure as hell wasn't close either. My body felt sluggish as I walked, but I continued on.

I couldn't deny it, I was excited. This would be my first time watching a My Chemical Romance show that wasn't in some random basement, bar or random store.

When I arrived at the grounds, I noticed there were a couple of lines allowing people in. Everyone seemed so much younger than me which was a bit scary. I was 27 years old, and I was practically surrounded by teenagers and young adults.

I hopped in line and it surprisingly went by quickly. And before I knew it, it was my turn.

"Ticket please," the staff member asked.