¡Venganza! (A Gerard Way And My Chemical Romance Story)

10. Here We Go Again

(A/N): Whoo update! This chapter is dedicated to FineWithMe101 because apparently she was the only one who actually wanted it. Thank you!

"She was with a little girl, and a guy."

Those last three words and the dark chuckle that followed stayed in my swollen head longer than they should have stayed. Although I was uncertain about how much of that sentence was true, it still hurt.

You would think that with everything that's been happening, I wouldn't be able to feel the pain anymore, but as much as I wanted that to be the case, it just wasn't. The only thing that could lead me to that state of numbness that I've been craving for these days was, as stupid as it sounds, alcohol.

So there I was, slumped on my ratty old couch, slugging down a bottle of vodka that I had just found on the cupboards and feeling sorry for myself. Pathetic. I know. But there's just nothing left for me to do, not right now anyway. I think Scar hates me, no, let me correct that, I'm sure she hates me. The sad thing is, that I can't bring myself to do the same.

I just... damn, I wish I had just stayed back in that place. Even there seems a little less awful than here, on earth.

For example, back in there, you know that everyone wants to hurt you. Now matter who or where they are, you're a hundred percent certain that they're all evil. Here, the evil wears a mask.

A sudden knock on the door made me snap my head up, but I wasn't going to answer anyway so I just ignored it.

I expected at least two or three more knocks before whoever the hell was out there left but, there wasn't any and in a blink of an eye, Frank fucking Iero was in front on me.

Alright, how much have I been drinking?

Scarlet's P.O.V.

"So, what do you think I should wear?" Grace bit her bottom lip, tapping her food impatiently.

Mikey asked her on a date again and, as glad as I am for that, I'm also going insane dealing with her sixteen-year-old-girl self and a terrible headache. Thank god Hollie's asleep; otherwise I'd be collapsing by now.

"Alright, let's see what I can do for you..." I smiled trough gritted teeth and quickly made my way to her closet, picking up a pair of skinnies and a thank top. I tossed her a denim jacket and mumbled, "use boots, or converse with that." before making my way to the bathroom. I heard a loud "Thanks!" form her and groaned, seeing as that only increased my pain.

I rummaged through the cabinet and took out the aspirin box, taking two white pills and taking them with me to the kitchen where I got a glass of water. I swallowed the pills before taking a large gulp of the half full -now empty- glass.

I was about to turn around when something caught my eye.

Right behind the window, a pair of glimmering red eyes were staring back at me, but I wasn't scared. Yes, you read it right, I wasn't scared because I knew for a fact that that would be no other than my best friend. The figure stepped forward and Amy's paper white face appeared on the window, smiling while her eyes returned back to their usual emerald shade of green. I walked over to the window and pushed it open.

"Can I come in?" She asked, glancing between my background and me.

"No. Well, not right now. Grace is here, but she's going to go on a date so...can you come over in fifteen minutes?" I asked and she nodded before disappearing of my sight and into the dark, dark night.

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I was laying on the couch, flickering through the TV and eating some popcorn I had just made; when the doorbell rang. Grace and Mikey had just left so I figured that must've been Amy. I struggled to get my ass off the couch and answered the door.