A Warped Love

Who Will You Turn To?

So where do I begin? I guess it all started when I was at the train station, but I'll tell you the story from the beginning of the day. I woke up earlier than normal that day because I had a show and I was excited. I put on my fishnet stockings, my favourite red waistcoat with badges on it, a short tartan skirt and some combat boots. I tied my average length black hair into two pulled back pigtails, tied a bandana around my neck, put on some eyeliner, grabbed my bass guitar and handbag then set off down the street to get some coffee before heading over to the train station.

I ordered a black coffee with two sugars; I needed the energy as I knew it was going to be a long day. The train station was only a five minute walk away from the café so I knew I had plenty of time unless the train came early. I had a quick chat with the waitress - as I was the only other person in the shop at the time - then gave her a tip of $5 before going to the train station.

On my way over to the train station I pulled a cigarette from the waistband of my underwear, grabbed the lighter from my bag and lit the cigarette. I know cigarettes are bad, but I didn't care. When I arrived at the train station my cigarette had burnt out - I craved another but decided not to - so I walked over to the trash can and dropped the remains of my "cancer stick" inside.

Whilst I was waiting for my train a guy wearing a long sleeve black button up shirt, black denim jeans and a red tie with black hair that was just above shoulder length walked down onto the platform; he nearly fell down the stairs, I assumed he was drunk or extremely hung-over. I knew what it was like to be in his position; I used to be really bad with alcohol until I swapped it out for cigarettes. He stumbled across to the seat that was next to me and sat down. I smiled and introduced myself, I told him my name was Lindsey and he said his name was Gerard.

Having Gerard sat closer to me I could now see that he had smudged red eyeliner on. I asked him where he was going and he said Atlantic City in New Jersey because he had a gig the House of Blues. That's where I was headed too. When the train arrived I grabbed my bass guitar then had to help Gerard up and walk him over to the train. When we both got on we sat down next to each other and spoke until we arrived in Atlantic City. He told me he was the singer of the band; My Chemical Romance that was opening for my band - Mindless Self Indulgence. I never really paid attention to the openers Jimmy, my singer, suggested so I completely forgot who we asked to open for us.

When we arrived at the House of Blues we introduced each other's band mates to one another and a guy standing in the corner, covered in tattoos with long brown hair that just covered his eyes, tuning a guitar caught my eye. Gerard walked me over to him and said his name was Frank and that he's the guitarist for My Chemical Romance. Frank seemed cool but there wasn't much time for talking because we had to get everything set up for the show.

Whilst we were setting up I noticed Gerard was drinking a lot of alcohol. Mikey, a skinny guy with greasy brown hair, a beanie and glasses who also happened to be Gerard's brother and the bassist of My Chemical Romance, came over to me and told me that's just something he does and not to worry. So I had to try force that from my head, although I was very worried about Gerard's health.

When it was time for the show to start My Chemical Romance got onstage and somehow Gerard managed to sing all of his set and not pass out. When they came off set I congratulated them on their performance and then waited for the interlude, between sets, to be over. Whilst I waited Gerard had drank two more beers, he had already had over 8 that day - he had a severe problem.

After my set was done Frank came over to me and complimented me on my bass playing and Ray, a tall guy with long curly brown hair, thanked me for having them on the list. When we had finished packing up I told Frank that I would take Gerard back home and he said that would be a good idea. So I said goodbye to everyone, grabbed my bass guitar and Gerard then caught a cab to the train station.

It didn't take long for us to get to the station so thankfully the cab fare was cheap. I paid the driver, grabbed my bass guitar and sat the case on the ground, so that I could help the very drunk Gerard out of the cab. After I grabbed my bass and found a way to comfortably walk with Gerard around me, we walked down to the platform and thankfully only had to wait a few minutes for the train.

When we arrived back to our part of town I asked Gerard for directions back to his house, it was hard to understand but I could make out enough of it and followed them anyway. We made it to his house and he gave me the key, I unlocked the front door and sat him and my bass down in the living room. He needed someone to look after him so I made the choice to stay the night to watch him and since then we've been together.