Gerard Way and his road to happiness

Chapter 1

I was always in some form of depression when I toured with my band, My Chemical Romance. This band of misfit kids had saved so many lives, and yet, here I am. Smoking cigarette after cigarette after cigarette until I could feel the nicotine taking control of my brain.

Then I stopped for a while.

And continued the next morning.

You see, life brings you down in all sorts of ways. It happened to me when I was about eight years old. I started questioning death. the only thing that could stop a human being from doing what they want to do. And because of this, I became worried. So worried, that one day at elementary school, I mistook my horribly pale English teacher for a ghost, and never spoke to him again.

At this stage of life, you’re supposed to make new friends, explore your backyard only to find snails eating your fully grown tomatoes. But here I was, thinking about death until I finally accepted the inevitability of it.

Until my grandmother died.

That was when I was twenty six, and I opened up the barrier that guarded my heart and stabbed it again and again and again and again until, I couldn’t feel the pain that swirled in my mind. . . .

Only the empty void waiting to be filled with love again.

OH, my god guys . . . . A new fanfic!! I know a LOT of you guys are really pissed that Im starting a new one when I don't even update that much on the two other ones I made, "My Hero" and "Escape is Futile." But to piss you off any more, I'll have you know that Im going to school in a couple of weeks so I won't be able to update that often. Anyways, So long and goodnight.
~ The boring writer