The Diary Of Gerard Way

"You Can Call Me Frank"

The sun shone through the curtains, dimly illuminating the quaint bedroom. Gerard groaned, sat up in bed and rubbed his hazel eyes with his hands.

After a long yawn, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The floor creaked below the weight of his feet. He arose from the warm comfort of his mattress, opened his closet and skimmed through his simple array of shirts and jackets.

The black shirt with the skull on it was a gift from his nephew. It was a nice gift, but it reminded him a little too much of his childhood. It was quite sad actually, because it would've matched perfectly with his new gray jacket.

Instead, he decided on a boring white shirt and, without a doubt, his new gray jacket.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Gerard brewed himself a coffee and toasted a bagel (with plain cream cheese spread neatly on it, obviously. Was there any other way to eat a bagel?)
Ever since his ex wife had left him and taken their son with her, Gerard lived alone. It got a little lonely sometimes, but he just put on some of his old records and continued with his daily routine.
Just before Gerard could finish chewing the bite of bagel he'd just eaten, he was interrupted by the almost inaudible buzzing of his phone.

Groaning, Gerard put down his unfinished bagel and turned over the phone to see (much to his surprise) Doctor Iero's name in small white letters flashing.

"Hello?" He spoke after clearing his throat.

"Hello, is this Gerard Arthur Way?" A familiar voice responded.
Gerard shuddered with glee at the sound of how his psychologist pronounced his full name.

"Yes- yes, this is him," Gerard said.

"I'm very sorry to call you this early in the morning, but I was wondering if you'd like to meet me at the café on 5th St. for a chat at around 12:00," Dr. Iero responded.

Gerard glanced over at the clock.

10:41.

That gave him some time to properly freshen up and clean the kitchen.

"That sounds great," Gerard said. "I'd love that."

"Wonderful!" Doctor Iero exclaimed. "I'll see you then. Goodbye."

The line on the other end was cut off as his therapist hung up.

Gerard had been able to contain himself over the phone, but he felt as though he could explode from all the joy he was currently feeling inside.

Swiftly, he wolfed down the rest of his bagel, gulped down large sips of his coffee, and placed his mug in the sink (which, for the record, said Coffee is man's best friend in large bold print).

Once all of the dishes were washed, he strode to the bathroom and squeezed a dollop of teal toothpaste onto the rough bristles of his toothpaste. He placed it in his mouth and thoroughly brushed over his teeth until they were pearly white.

He usually didn't care too much about his appearance. All he usually cared about was feeling clean.

Today, however, felt quite different.