Unicorns are Real and Emo is Imaginary

Gee sleeps with a nightlight

    My names is Gerard Way, and contrary to what my brother may think, I'm not afraid of the dark. But, I am afraid of the pitch black darkness. You know the kind. The kind that fills your room in the unholiest hours of the night, when you wish your brain would just shut the hell up, but instead it would rather ramble on about all of the things that could be hiding in the dark, ready to strike, any moment. The difference is, that in the dark, you can see at least the basic outline of your surroundings. In the pitch black, however, you are essentially fucking blind. You're exposed and anything can get you.

Anyways, its for this reason that I, regrettably, sleep with a night light on. Yeah, laugh it up, I'm 17 and I still sleep with a night light. This fact makes me the target of my younger brother Mikey's constant torment.

"Come on Gee. Do you really need that thing on?"

Yes.

"Just turn it off."

No.

"You are literally almost an adult."

So?

You see my brother used to be fun to talk to when he was younger. It was fun to see what he thought, because he had literally no opinion. Nothing to disagree with. I could tell him literally anything and he wouldn't give a shit. Because he was a kid. In fact he was the first and only person who I have told one very important secret to.

That secret being, that I am very gay.

Like, hella gay.

He was, and I guess still kind of is, totally okay with that. It just feels different now, because he has a smartass opinion on everything.

Like that one time I tried to be a good brother and get him so breakfast, and then he went on a 20 minute rant about how hash browns were 'cancer' and that breakfast foods were 'overrated'.

But hey, I guess everyone has to grow up and turn into an asshole eventually.

Speaking of assholes, now onto the subject of school.

I'm not exactly what you would call 'cool'.

I am, however, what you would call "the kid that gets shoved into a locker everyday."

I have been called literally every ignorant and bigoted term in the book.

Most of the insults aren't even clever.

A quick list:
Stupid bitch
Cuck
Emo piece of shit
Gay (as if that one wasn't obvious)
Pussy
and, the icing on top of the cake....

Art faggot.

Yes. That's what I am known as universally around my school.

How do you think that feels? Every fucking day. I cannot walk down the hall to my locker without hearing that term.

I don't really remember who started that nickname but I'm about 90% sure that it was Bert McCracken.

He's an asshole. That's all you need to know about him.

The only place I can go to get some refuge from all the bullshit I hear on a daily basis is my cherry tree.

Yes, MY cherry tree. I'm the only person who knows about it. Its deep in the woods next to the cemetery.

In order to get there, you have to jump the fence in the back of the cemetery and keep walking about a mile or so in a very specific direction.

Its the most beautiful place in the world. The tree is on top of a small hill, where the light hits it perfectly and casts a perfect shadow, and everything about it is just perfect.

The odd part is that its the only cherry tree in the entire forest, as far as I know, and plus cherry trees aren't even indigenous to this area. They shouldn't be growing wildly like that.

I choose to believe that it was planted.

I even wrote a backstory for it.

The story is that a man planted the tree there for his lover, who was deathly ill, and when she died she was buried under the tree.

I know that that definitely didn't happen, but I'm allowed to believe what ever the hell I want.

I usually just sat under the tree and drew and listened to music. Until the day that he showed up.