Daisies (Frerard) {ON HOLD}

1: How to Successfully Run Away, a Novel by Gerard Way

Gerard sat in the corner of an empty, cold room. Nobody would find him. They wouldn't care to look for him, anyway, and if they did, then an abandoned factory would be the least likely place for him to be (in their opinion). Hands shaking, the red-haired boy turned on his phone. 46 messages. 29 missed calls.
A sigh escaped Gerard's lips.
They didn't care, not really.
He thought of his family; of Donna, his mother; Mikey and his boyfriend, Pete. They didn't care. They were not the ones looking for him. But, the ones who were...
Gerard shuddered.
If they found him, if he so much had to see them again then he didn't think that he could cope. He had ruined everything, and he had ruined it with them.
He stood up.
They couldn't find him.
Not now.
Not ever.
Gerard couldn't bring himself to even imagine what they would do to him.
He was going to leave; he was going to go far away.
He just didn't know where.
If he was going to leave, then he was going to have to make sure that they didn't find him. A change of appearance, maybe. He wasn't going to branch out for something extravagant like major plastic surgery or a whole new wardrobe, just something subtle. Dyeing his hair seemed the easiest option. Gerard brought a hand to his hair, and began fiddling with the neon red strands. He had to admit that he would miss his brightly coloured hair, but decided that his priorities were correct, and that his safety was more important than the colour of his hair.
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Gerard emerged from the rancid and old bathroom, his hair no longer fire truck red, but now a jet black. Oddly, he liked the somewhat drastic change. He thought it would be effective enough to disguise him from them. They would probably be searching for his signature red mop, and black seemed moderately bland compared to his previous hair colour.
Before he had purchased the hair dye in what Gerard thought to be a slightly untrustworthy newsagents, the then red-haired boy had quickly stopped off at his flat to grab several necessities. If he was going to leave, then he was at least going to live properly. Well, as properly as he could.
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Gerard terribly nervous.
As he got into his car (which had been parked hidden away very carefully so not to give away his whereabouts), all that Gerard could think about was just how fucking scared he was. Up until now, he had been so confident, but he didn't know what he was going to fucking do.  Tears began streaming down the face of the black-haired boy, and a sob escaped his mouth as he crumpled into a ball of worry, fear and overall, a physiological mess. He had thought that he would know what to do; that he would leave the city and life would be great from there, but he hadn't even left yet and he just didn't know what he was doing. Sure, he wasn't safe were he was, but even if he ran away then he would be in danger, they would come looking for him and they would punish him.
Trying to take his mind off the situation as much as possible, Gerard wiped the tears from his eyes and turned on his engine. As he did so, the twenty-three year old winced at the noise- hopefully there wasn't anyone looking for him in close proximity. Gerard focused on driving, on taking the right turns and reading the signs; staying in his lane and wondering where the fuck he was going.
Gerard was doing what he considered to be a good job of pretending that things were okay, until he reached his mother's street. He imagined him and Mikey growing up in that house, the memories that they made in the room that the two boys shared. He thought about his mum, laughing and being happy, smiling even if things weren't going well.
Gerard came to his senses.
Things were not okay. Things were not fucking okay, and neither was he. After what he had done, Gerard knew that they would never be okay, things would never be alright, because he had messed them up, he had ruined all chances of things ever being normal.
So maybe it was best for his family if he left, not just him. And that made Gerard feel a little better about the whole situation; he no longer felt quite as selfish as he once had. He finally had down thing to support himself with, a flimsy piece of hope to support a raging sea of problems. A sea of regret, mistakes, fear and most importantly, despair. After several moments wasted by his wandering mind, Gerard finally plucked up the courage to go.
He was going to go.
Without a plan; he didn't have a sense of purpose or direction, but he just knew that he was going to leave. He was going to get far away from that fucking place, far away from them. Gerard was beginning to wonder why he was even bothering. Why was he bothering to go? He's just be hunted down, whether it be by his family or the people whom he despised so much. Then again, he had the same feelings towards both his relatives and his tormentors. He began driving. He began to get away from it all.
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Gerard had just kept driving. He drove and kept going. Cars passed by, none of the people within had a clue about his past; nobody around him even knew who he was. To them, he was just another irrelevant being in their own whirlwind of a life. To some, he knew that that could be quite unnerving, but he found comfort in his insignificance. Despite the mistakes he had made, in the big picture, he hadn't made such a big mess as he and those around him had perceived it as. His mistakes had no effect on strangers.
He smiled.
He thought he was free.
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