disconnected | gerard way

Chapter One: The Heart-Broken Tales

"I can remember when
I saw her last."
- Saturday Night, Misfits

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Cold and scared, is how I awoke. I fluttered my eyes open to be met with a woman wearing a blue mouth-mask and messing with a needle in my arm. "She's awake!" The woman yelled dropping the needle onto the floor. I jumped slightly at the intensity of her voice.

Quickly but surely a man with a white coat rushed into the room holding back a man with red flaming hair with a joyful look upon his face. The doctor approached me and adjusted the cold bed I laid on where I could sit up. "Miss Jane what do you remember?" He asked pulling up a rolling stool to me.

"Remember what?" I asked furrowing my eyes in confusion.

"Anything at all Miss Jane."

My mind then felt a shock, what am I supposed to remember? "I-I...I don't understand and who is this Miss Jane you speak of?"

"Just list anything you remember."

I then dug deep into my mind, I couldn't remember who I was, where I was, or anything from my past. Actually that's a lie I did remember a little about Jacob and my dad. "I remember my brother Jacob and my dad."

"Good, good now I'm going to bring in Jacob. Is that alright?"

"I guess so."

The doctor then stood up and opened the door and brought in a boy with dark colored floppy hair that sat upon his head messily. Bright frosty blue eyes that complemented his pale-like skin. A over-sized sweater placed on him along with black skinny jeans with ripped knees. "Violet, I'm Jacob do you remember me?" He asked wary of approaching me.

"Of course I remember you silly! Now who is this Violet you speak of?" I asked quite confused why people keep calling me 'Violet' and 'Miss Jane'.

"You're Violet, Violet Jane. I'm your brother Jacob Jane." He said and immediately I felt a million lightbulbs go off in my mind.

"Do you think I can bring in Mr. Way?" Jacob asked the man with the white coat.

"You're choice, just warn him of her state." Jacob nodded then got up and brought back the man from earlier except this time he had a sad look plastered on his face.