Meeting Deception (Gerard Way Fanfic)

Chapter Four

The rain somehow was matching my mood. Which was kind of confusing, I wasn't sad or gloomy. Perhaps it was the fact that I wouldn't see Gerard until tomorrow. Tomorrow is very long, especially when you count every second of the day. It has only been 43,200 seconds since I've been awake, or 12 hours to put it more simple. Yes, I may have a few issues, but I never realized it was a crime to enjoy counting. I walked slowly down the wet sidewalk, washed down with some person's lost hopes and dreams. I know there had to be some depressed person walking out here. That'd be the only reason why someone would be walking out here. The question was, though, was I depressed? No, I'm just a little bummed. But, why, exactly am I bummed? I'll see Gerard tomorrow, even if it feels like forever. Maybe, just maybe, I'm upset because I have to face Lynda. I didn't feel it was worth something listening to her complain about me staying out too late, or nagging me to tell her when I had been all this time in the first place anyways. She isn't my mother. Just because she knows everything about me a mother should know about me does not make her one. I guess since my real one disowned me someone had to treat me like their daughter.

Yes, my own mother disowned me. After she divorced my father, you know, since he's crazy, she thought I was just like him too, so she didn't want me anymore either. I was my dad's problem from then on. It had happened so quickly, too. She actually gave birth to me before they were married. So yeah, I was a mistake, and to top it off my mom disowned me eight years after their marriage. They had gotten married a year after I was born, then got divorced when I was only seven, and I had gotten disowned by her at age eight. I've never had anyone, really, but my father fought for me, even though it was just a little bit. I knew he cared. He did everything in his power to stop them from making him go to the mental institution. He failed, though, unfortunately. That's when Lynda came into the picture. She really took an impact on my life and I'm actually very grateful.

She found me one time in an alley, I was just laying next to a dumpster, soaking myself in my pain, agony, and depression. I thought I was going to die. Die alone and without anyone to care. I figured my dad already had forgotten about me so I thought there was no point in even living. Lynda was walking, her happy self, then stopped after she heard me let out a shaky breath.

She came over to me asking what was wrong, of course I didn't answer. Although I was alone and sad, I knew better than to converse with strangers. 

"Hello? Are you going to answer me?" She had asked. 

I looked away, trying hard not to give in and pour my emotions all over her, having her suffer from my pain. It was my pain. I could handle it myself.

"I'm Lynda. You can tell me why you're sad. Did you ice cream drop, or something?" She had stepped a little closer to me this time, I flinched at the sudden movement. She then stopped, knowing I wasn't used to people actually being kind to me. Funny how she knew something about me the first day we met.

"Are you cold?" She has asked. I had just shaken my head and curled into a tighter ball on the ground.

"Yes, you are. You can stay with my mum and I," scratch that. She knew two things about me.

Lynda had stuck her hand out, gesturing me to grab onto it. I was hesitant at first until she had spoken up and said, "come on, I don't have all day. If you don't grab on in three seconds, I'm leaving you. One... two..."

She actually was wrong. It had been six seconds since she said that. She counted awfully slow for her age.

I stood up finally and clutched onto her hand for dear life. My head was down the entire time, staring at the ground. It was very cloudy on that day, the ground damp from the rain that occured an hour and sixteen minutes ago, and the air humid and sticky.