The First Timer-Gerard WayXReader

Trauma

As I slowly open my eyes, all I see is... my old home? I popped my eyes out as I see my dad sitting with his hands on the table. He fumbled around with his thumbs, this picture looking so familiar. I slowly made my way towards him, smiling brightly.

"D-Dad!" I giggled, noticing that my voice sounded a couple years younger. "Dad? A-Are you okay?"

I quickly walked towards his direction, seeing that he had something dark in his hands. I could not make it out, but I did not worry about it. I lightly smiled and then sat across from him on the table.

Then everything turned dark. The only thing shining bright was my dad, me, and.... the thing he held in his hands. He looked at me-stared at me- soulessly. My smiled turned into a scared and worried expression. I closed my eyes shut, for a few seconds, scared of what is happening, trying to forget the hard, souless stare. But it just, burned, itched thru my hands into my eyes. I opened my eyes and then saw tears roll down his face, raising the object up to his head.

"Goodbye... (Y/N)."

I gasped and almost stood up from my seat, but was held back by some invincible force. I tried screaming for help, I even tried breathing, but struggled. After feeling what felt hours of pure horror, tears bursted out of my eyes as my dad pulled the trigger of the object, that was a gun. Blood splattered on the, now white and red walls. The kitchen table, and mostly me. Everything went quiet, minutes, until finally, I screamed.

Or thought I screamed, the invisible force kept me from screaming. I tried screaming louder, but only failed as I heard nothing. I tried running towards his body, but couldn't. The more I struggled, the more it held me back, until finally, I could not move.

I trembled. The sounds of the gunshot echoing thru my head.

The sound of his voice.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

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I immediately opened my eyes, sitting up unconciously, screaming loudly, sweat dripping down the sides of my face. Tears rolling down my cheeks, rushing out immediately.

My door then was being banged on. People screaming from the other side if I were okay. Too shaken to even get up, I cried louder, terribly shaking. I put my knees up to my face as I heard people banging on the door, somebody asking someone else to get an adult.

I put my arms up to my ears, sobbing loudly, desperately trying to open the door, but I just couldn't move an inch other than shaking my head. The last words my father spoke, were echoing thru my head. The gun shot repeating in the background.

But then a voice stood out from everybody else's.

"(Y/N)!" Someone yelled in panic. "(Y/N) someone's coming to help! Please hold on, (Y/N)!"

Gerard.

My tears didn't seem to stop, and neither did my sobs. But after what seemed hours to me, someone unlocked my door. It looked like nurses and doctors. Gerard then burst inside my room, the only figure in my room that seem to glow.

I tried to catch my breathing but only sobbed more.

"Miss. I'm going to ask you to breath in and out as softly as you can."

Gerard then popped out besides me, a worried and panicky face.

"Come one, (Y/N). Try to do as they say." He instructed.

I sniffed and tried to remove my arms from my ears, only to hear the gunshot bounce all over my head again.

"No!" I yelled, sobbing. "S-Stop it, stop! Dad! No!" I cried, longing to save my dad from his horrible fate.