Gerard Way Imagines

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You sat in silence(tøp reference😏) as the tears ran down your face. You were so alone right now.

You opened up your phone case and grabbed your blade. No one knew you kept it there...and no one was going to find out.

You began to draw with the blade. You drew lots of things. Most of them looking like blank, boring lines.

Drawing was the only thing that made you feel alive. When you saw the designs. It reminded you that you were still living, despite all the bullshit around you.

You drew more intensely this time, it hurt this time. You started to cry again. Until, you heard a voice.

"Hello?" A boy's voice said.

You stopped crying and sat in the stall, waiting to hear footsteps walking away.

"Is anyone in here? I thought I heard crying." The boy's voice said again. The footsteps got closer.

The boy stopped at the side of the stall you were in and started crouching to the ground.

Shit.

There was blood on the ground.

"Hey, open the stall." He said to you, now knowing you were in there.

"It's okay. I want to help you." The boy's voice said again.

Maybe he did want to help. His tone sure sounded like it.

You stood up and opened the stall door to reveal a semi-tall boy with red hair, hazel eyes, and a jean jacket with a "T" on it(😏).

"Let's go in the hallway." He said to you while motioning towards the exit of the bathroom.

You pulled down your sleeve and crossed your arms while sitting on the floor of the empty hallway.

"Are you okay? Well, I mean, you're obviously not but, w-what happened?" The boy said to you, seeming nervous.

You shrugged your shoulders, pretending like you didn't know what happened.

"It's okay if you're shy. I-I am too." He said to you. "But, please, if something is wrong, tell me. I'll understand."

"I...I'm just not having a good day..." You said to him, shyly. "I'm not sure if I want to talk about it."

"That's okay. Just know if you need to talk to anyone, you can talk to me. Oh and uh, I'm G-Gerard. Gerard Way."

"I'm Y/N." You said, becoming less shy.

He started looking into your eyes and had a serious look on his face. 

"That's a beautiful name." He said to you.

You smiled, not knowing what else to do.

He suddenly leaned in and placed a gently kiss on you lips.

When he pulled away. He said one more thing. "You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you different. Please, stay strong." He helped you up and walked away, going back to his class.

Woah. Did that just happen?

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