Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Pure Bliss

TW: addiction, mutual self destruction, suicide (mentioned), anxiety, overdosing (both done and mentioned), alcohol (mentioned), peer pressure, cocaine, physical violence (sorta), arguing, self harm (mentioned)

YOUR POV:

I was sitting on the couch in the common area of the bus. Ray and Mikey were talking about some comic book, Frank was playing on his GameBoy and smoking a joint while Gerard was sitting at the table drawing. I was listening to music through my headphones as I mindlessly watched Frank play his game with my legs in his lap.

I was too busy watching him play his game that I hadn't noticed Gerard staring at me.

Warped Tour was ending in a few days which meant that I would return home, unless Gerard asked me to stay longer.

I still was popping pills behind Gerard's back and only Frank knew, but I think Ray was catching on. Not just Ray though, Mikey was too and so was Gerard. Mikey kept staring at me and then would whisper something to Ray, and Gerard kept reminding me to eat and take care of myself.

It didn't matter though, I was still not getting any better and I was still taking drugs.

Also, the higher power beings in this world graced me with a pregnancy stick that read 'not pregnant.' So I was running on bliss at this point.

We were currently on the road once again and on the way to Salt Lake City, Utah. It was one of the last stops for Warped Tour and we had been driving since early morning. It was about a ten hour drive from Montana to Utah, and a boring one at that.

Frank shook my legs as I blinked from my trance and curiously looked at him. He gestured to my headphones, and so I slipped them off. "Yeah?"

"Rest stop," Frank informs as I noticed that the others were climbing off the bus. "Well, it's more like a gas station, but you get the point."

I removed my legs off of Frank's lap as he stood up. "My legs feel like jelly," he admitted as I take off my headphones.

"How's the uh...addiction?" Frank asks me.

I shrug, "wonderful? I don't know."

I stand up as we make our way off the bus.

"He told me that he's worried," Frank admits. "He told me that he's been noticing that you seem to be getting weaker by the day. I think he's starting to catch on...maybe you should—."

"Stop?" I scoff, "aren't you the one who told me where his little hiding place was?"

Frank nods, "I did, and I'm not trying to be hypocritical about this. I just don't want to see you dig yourself an early grave, but I think a lot of it is because of Gerard, isn't it?"

I paused in my steps as I looked at Frank who was smirking at me, "it's true though, isn't it? I can't see you taking drugs for the hell of it. So, what really happened to cause you to end up here?"

I bit the inside of my cheek for a moment as I weighed my options. I could tell Frank the truth and get sympathy points, maybe even get yelled at...or I could shut my mouth and get yelled at.

"I can see you trying to make up a lie," Frank harshly says to me. "I don't want you to lie to me...I want the truth. Did this all start because of Gerard?"

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling dry as I nodded.

Frank frowns, "I thought so." Frank walks up to me and pulls me into a hug. This hug was a lot different from Gerard's.

I hugged him back.

Frank pulled away from me and led me into the gas station, and toward the back where all the drinks were.