The Ghost Of You. Gerard Way Historical Fiction.

Flying Back Home

I had my eyes closed the entire time. I didn't want to see my new look. "Alright. All done." the old man said as he took off the cloth. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. My hair actually looked, nice. It made me look sophisticated. I looked handsome. I didn't have my hair to my shoulders. It felt nice to have my neck breath.

I thanked him and walked back to the dorm, thing, to go see drill sergeant. He was with the rest of the men outside getting ready to do another exercise. I walked over and stood behind Mikey in the line.

"What happened to your hair.?" he whispered as he turned his head. "Stuff." I whispered as I tired to listen to drill sergeant.

After our morning exercise, we had to hit the showers. It was like sharing one big bath tub with older men. But it was a building and it wasn't that big. No body could see anything though because there was so much fog.

It was easier to wash to my hair. It took less time and I didn't have to brush it too. Everyone was rolling up the towels and swatting people as they shower. Real mature for the army. I just wanted to shower and be done.

I grabbed my towel and dried off myself. I was the first one done. I guess I get to have the dorm, thing, to myself for now.

I changed back into my uniform and sat on my bed. I decided to write Mabel a letter.

*note*

My dearest Mabel,

I hope you feel better and I wish I was there to help you with your illness.

People started getting out of the showers so I continued writing my note and dropped into the drop off box. We all got a little break while drill sergeant filled out paper work.

All the men were rude. I don't think they understand that they're a solider now.

Later that day, we all had to put together guns. We all sat down in rows putting them back together. Drill sergeant was walking around observing everyone. It was hard putting it back together. I started prying things together after a while. It was like most impossible puzzle. I got tired of it so I actually started trying so I could get it done.

"How's it going.?" Mikey asked from behind me. "Really want to know.?" I said as I started over. "Done drill sergeant.!" Mikey yelled. Ugh. Everyone was getting done, but I still didn't have anything. It didn't even look like a gun. At all.

I tilted my head and looked at the guy's gun, who was in front of me. I started doing it faster once I kept my eyes on his gun. I was done in a few minutes. "Done drill sergeant.!" I yelled. He gave me a "good job" and kept observing. Now I wish I wasn't done.

-one month later-

It was January now. That meant time to fly out. Before we did I went to go visit Mabel. We all got in a line and went on the plane. "So, can I meet her.?" Mikey asked. "Mabel.?" I asked. "Y-yea." he answered. I thought why not.? "Alright." I said. "She'd love to meet you."

We headed out and flew to New Jersey. I looked out the window and stared at the clouds passing by. It reminded me of my song I sang the first night.

"Never coming home, never coming." I whispered. "Could I.? Should I.?"

I realized the real reason I came here. To be brave and confident. I was feeling quite confident. Not so brave. I was scared to go to war. I was always talking about it when I was younger. I never thought it'd actually come true. Especially since that what I'm doing now.

I know I wasn't, but I haven't really made a friend. The only person I knew was Mikey. And of course, drill sergeant. If I went to war, no one would warn me or anything. But that wasn't my purpose really. My purpose was to watch out for Mikey. I didn't want Mikey to get hurt. I wanted him to come home to mama. I wanted to go home to mama. I wanted to go home to Mabel.

I started getting imagines in my head on what would happen. Maybe things won't go as planned. I knew things will. I just wasn't really ready for everything emotional. Like people dying everywhere, explosions all over the place. Maybe I should of just suck it up and deal with it.

I fell asleep and woke up to everyone else falling asleep. There was a few people awake, it was the middle of the night. I took out Mabel's letter and re read it again. It just made me so happy to read it. Just because it came from Mabel.

I reached in my pocket and took out the compass. I started playing with it once again. I looked at the picture of Elena, and took it out. It was the only thing that reminded me of her.

*flash back*

"Gerard.! I get the top bunk.!" Mikey yelled before climbing up the ladder. "Fine.!" I said making a pouty face. I jumped on the bottom bed and waited for mama to tuck me in.

"Boys, are you in bed.?" mama said as she walked in with a lantern. "Yes mama." me and Mikey both say. "Let me tell you boys a story." Mama said as she sat down on my bed. "It's about war."

"War.?" me and Mikey exclaim. "Yes. One day you boys might join. It helps protect our country." she said. "What is war mama.?" I ask in confusion. "It's where you fight for our country Gerard." she said as she touched my nose.

"Will we go.?" Mikey asks as he swings his head to see mama. "Maybe when you grow up." she says as she gets up."It'll make you a brave and confident person." She kisses me on my forehead. "Happy birthday Gerard." She kisses Mikey's forehead. "Goodnight Mikey." she walks out of the room and into her bed.

"Gerard.?" Mikey says. "Yeah Mikey?" I say. "Do you think we'll go to war like mama said.?" he asks. "Maybe Mikey. Maybe." I answer.