Save Me From My Self Destruction. (Frerard)

Chapter 25- Don't Expect Others To Care

Don't Expect Others To Care.-

"But it just doesn't make sense," I groaned, staring down at the paperwork Adam had given me. "Why would they just leave without a trace?" I was leaning on my fist to support my migraine stricken head.

Adam shrugged, "Of course there is a trace, there always is in these cases," he lifted a coffee cup to his lips and took a big swig from the ceramic object.

I looked up at him, confused. Obviously he knew something I didn't. Something valuable. "Were you here 12 years ago?" The day Gerard and Mikey were abandoned.

Adam looked at me, swallowing his coffee. He shook his head, "Oh heavens no, I'm not that old. I'm 25 right now." I did give him that, he did look young.

"However, I was informed of the parents whereabouts. You know, for court purposes. In case we needed information regarding birth certificates, or any past illegal action towards them by their biological parents came up. That sort of thing." He smirked, "Could be out dated though. Since Mikey and Gerard are so old now and we don't need their biological parents' information, we had collected all a few years after their arrival."

"But they lived in Jersey last you checked?" I asked. Adam, taking another sip of coffee hummed in response, "mmhm, 237 Calvern street. Last known address, 6 years ago. But as I said, they could have moved, could be outdated." He reminded me.

"Oh Adam, no one leaves this shitty part of Jersey once they have had a taste of it." It was a start, a very solid start.

I shuffled the paperwork back into a near pile and put it in the 'classified' file Adam had secretly, against the rules, given me. With a smile on my face I waved a goodbye to Adam, "Where you going?" He asked.

"237 Calvern street." I replied smugly.

Calvern street was not far from the facility at all. I knew this because my aunt Angie used to live on Calvern street. So I knew exactly where this house was located, and I'm surprised I never noticed it before. Well, I guess I never had a reason to notice it before.

I would like to say that I rang the door bell just as I did at Mikey's house, but there was no doorbell here. I could barely stand on the porch without it cracking under the pressure of my own feet. The paint was chipped off of the house, leaving it a rotted brown wood color.

I carefully knocked on the door, worried if I knocked too hard I would put a hole straight through the wooden surface.

I heard numerous creaking and crackling noises before the door slowly started to open, revealing a woman who I was afraid to guess the age of. I was sure this wasn't Gerard's mother. But alas, I tried anyway.

"Hello, ma'am," I paused to admire the swarm of cats behind her, "are you Mrs. Way?" I asked in a soft tone of voice.

"Mm, in one way or another, would you like to come in?" She opened the door further, her voice cracking a bit. I shook my head, assuring myself she was nice and meant no harm. Her gray hair was in a bun at the top of her head and her dried lips were formed into a cracking smile.

I followed her into what I knew was her kitchen but all the appliances. She motioned for me to take a seat on one of the wobbly chairs at her table, so I did. She fiddled with some things and when she turned she handed me a hot cup of mint tea with honey and a chocolate chip cookie. I smiled at her generosity and took a sip of the drink.

"What can I help you with young man?" She sat across from me, her own tea warming up her fragile hands. "Do you know a Mikey or Gerard Way?" I asked, very carefully. I was not sure on their terms.

Her smile dropped and I became very nervous. "Why yes, they were my grandsons. My son and his wife adopted them out, never told me where to find them." She seemed hurt, "what's this about? You know my grandsons?"

I felt bad for the dagger I was about to stab right through her frail, kind old heart. "Mm yes, I do. Mrs. Way, Gerard had committed suicide."

Her grey old eyes dropped to the mug in the palms of her hands. I could sense she was upset. "I never got to see him, not after that day." She flashed me a small sad smile. I felt bad for her, none of this disastrous mess was her fault. And honestly, I wondered if Gerard would remember this woman sitting in front me at all.

"Do you know where Gerard and Mikey's parents are?"

Before I left with some much helpful information I "accidentally" may have slipped open the classified file and showed her Mikey's report. I told her he would love to see her, he'll need biological family during this hard time.

Headed down the road there was only one destination left on my journey, Gerard's parents house. I wanted to meet the man and woman responsible for the mental break down that led to self-destruction, the walking tragedy that used to be named Gerard Way.

With Gerard's funeral coming up tomorrow, so soon, I knew I had to at least invite his parents to his funeral. Alive Gerard played this act that he was tough and didn't need his parents, but beyond all that cracked cold cement that was Gerard's barrier, I saw something beyond that and within him. He was vulnerable, weak, he was a huge momma's boy at heart. Gerard couldn't lie to me now, I know all of his secrets. I know just how fucked up he truly is, and I still love him dearly.

My shoes stopped on yet another run down porch, garbage everywhere this time. It was nothing but filth from top to bottom. I winced at the appearance and I guess that set the mood for the rest of my visit.

After knocking on the door I was thankfully allowed entree into their "lovely" home. Rodents and bugs climbed all over the place. I sat on a couch with springs popping through the cushions and out of respect I pretended it was the most normal thing that had ever happened.

After introductions and a few short questions being asked from my part I decided to not sugar coat anything. I went straight for the "your son committed suicide" thing. Not an emotion of sadness came over them. Why would they feel any emotional attachment to someone they abandoned years ago?

Maybe it was the fact that they were druggie themselves. They abandoned their children for drugs without "being burdened with such great responsibilities." What utter bullshit. I obviously left.

And that was that.