Dear Diary,
It's me again, Gerard. I know we haven't talked in awhile and you might not remember me, but my name is Gerard Arthur Way. I was born in April. I'm an adult. I have a brother named Mikey Way. Mikey loves me a lot. I could never leave him.
You may be wondering why I suddenly decided to start talking to you again. You see, I've been tired lately. Very tired. I've been working with the guys on some new material, which has deprived me of quite a bit of sleep.
Mikey's been having those nightmares again. Actually, wait, they're not nightmares. They're more like these- these sort of- terrors. He wakes up in the middle of the night screaming his lungs out. He's drenched in sweat and his pupils are large. His hair stands on point. I wish I could help him, but I don't know how.
I have my first appointment with psychologist tomorrow. I'm a little bit nervous, but I've heard good things about him. I hope he's not like the rest, you know what I mean? One of those counselors who just leans forwards, places their hands on their knees, scans you over, and makes that "hm" sound every time you reveal something super personal about yourself or your life. I can't stand those people.
I'll just go to get it over with and soon enough I'll let you know how it goes.
Until then,
Gerard Way
January 12th
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Gerard Arthur Way tapped his fingers lightly against the side of the red leather chair he had comfortably seated himself in. He could hear a woman's voice ring through the thin walls of the old building. It was one of the secretaries, probably helping another person plan an appointment.
That's what secretaries were basically for, after all.
His hazel eyes were focused on the silver handle of the steel door.
He'd been anxiously waiting for the next ten minutes to greet his new therapist. His last one had died of a heart attack (much to Gerard's dismay), so he was feeling especially on-edge for this appointment.
With a sharp turn of the doorknob, Gerard's spine stiffened and the thin hairs on the back of his neck stood to a point as a rather short man with dark brown hair walked in.
He was immediately breathtaken by the appearance of the stranger.
He was clad in a blue button-down shirt with a grey tie clasped tightly around his strong neck. He had a noticeable glint in his eye and smooth-looking skin.
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The Diary Of Gerard Way
FanficA life worth of pain can be easily concealed behind a smile. For Gerard Way, doing it had become a hobby. There was so much agony he was desperate to hide from the world. The evidence, of course, was kept secret inside an old leather diary. Was this...
