Gerard Way Drabbles and One Shots [COMPLETED]

46) Remember Me!

You ran down the hallways trying to get away from him. Gerard Way. The leader of the delinquents and your ex best friend. You and Gerard had been best friends from 2nd all the way up to 8th grade. But then came 9th grade and he ignored you all throughout high school.

Until now that is. In grade 12. He ignored you for three years and now, for whatever reason, he was out to get you. "Come back here you little bitch!" He yelled, waving his baseball bat around. Why is he doing this? What did I do?! You ran into the crowd of others and ran straight into the girls bathroom.

Gerard wouldn't follow you in here would he? Just to be safe, you hid in one of the stalls. Much to your dismay, not even a minute later you heard screaming coming from the other girls. "OUT! ALL OF YOU! UNLESS YOU WANT ME SMASH SKULLS OPEN!"

You hear Gerard scream. All the girls scrambled out of the bathroom. "Where are you?! I know you're in here!" Gerard sneered. You stood on the toilet and shook in your combat boots you wore with your school uniform. Gerard started kicking stalls open.

You prayed for some kind of miracle that Gerard wouldn't find you. That a teacher would stop him. But your prayers weren't answered. He kicked your stall open and yanked you out. You screamed when he pulled you out by your hair.

Gerard shoved you and you almost fell over. "Get up against the wall! NOW!" He barked. You bit your lip and stood with your back against the wall. He grabbed your tie and pushed you further as he got in your face. He glared at him and spat in his face.

Gerard growled, wiped the spit, and slapped you. You winced and held your stinging cheek. "Gerard why...?" You quietly asked. He smirked and pressed his switch blade to your other cheek. "Because I can, bitch!" He said before sliding the blade down and cutting your cheek.

You didn't react this time. You were so used to cutting your arms that it didn't feel like much. Gerard rose an eyebrow and chuckled. "Oh I see. You're probably used to that, aren't you?" He asked, snickering. You glared at him and removed your blazer and rolled up your sleeves, showing him your many scars.

You were expecting him to back up and feel bad for hurting you, instead, he threw his head back and laughed. "I knew it! Depressed little bitch!" He laughed. Tears streamed down your face. You Couldn't do this anymore.

You kicked him as hard as you could in his shin and ran out of the bathroom. You didn't bother to pick up your blazer. You ran out of the bathroom and out of the school. You could hear Gerard running after you and shouting all sorts of insults at you.

You kept running until you were in the forest. You looked around but didn't see Gerard anywhere. You sighed once you lost him. You looked around at the trees and figured it was time. You stood on a stump and took your belt off. You tied it to a branch and tied the other end into a noose.

Just before you could put it over your neck, you were tackled off the stump. You looked up to see Gerard. "Only I can hurt you!" He growled at you. He raised his fist and slammed it down on your stomach a few times, causing you to wheeze.

Enough was enough. You grabbed his wrist before he could punch you again and, with all your might, you shoved Gerard off of you and sent him hurdling to the ground. "I'M DONE! I'M SICK OF THIS! YOU SAY I'M A DEPRESSED BITCH?! HOW ABOUT YOU?!

I BET THE ONLY REASON YOU HURT PEOPLE IS BECAUSE YOU'RE MISERABLE!!! YOU PROBABLY DROWN YOUR DEPRESSION IN BOOZE AND DRUGS!!! YOU USED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! YOU IGNORE ME FOR THREE YEARS AND NOW YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!

WHY GERARD?! WHY! I FUCKING LOVED YOU!!!" You screamed your emotions out at him as angry tears streamed down your face and a look of horror was on Gerard's face. "(Y/n) I-" You shook your head. "Save it!" You choked out before running.

You ran as fast as you could to your house. Gerard was running after you but refused to stop. You ran inside and locked the door. Your abusive father wasn't home yet so you ran straight upstairs into your bathroom and looked for your only friend.

Mr. Razor.

You sat down, ignoring the banging on your front door and sliced away at your arms. You didn't stop. One cut after another you sliced. Though, you eventually stopped when you became dizzy. Blood pooled around you. A tear rolled down your eye before you blacked out.

Gerard-

I have no idea what she was talking about when she said all that stuff about me being her best friend. Did I know her before the accident? Yeah I know I'm a jerk who beats up others, but I didn't want her to kill herself! That why I tackled her! She said she loved me.

GAH! This is so confusing! I followed (Y/n) all the way back to her house but she locked the door. "(Y/n) please! Don't do anything stupid! Look, I'm sorry I took it too far, just, don't kill yourself for crying out loud!" I yelled, banging on her door.

Wow. Listen to me. I don't even know how to convince someone not to commit suicide. I don't even sound like I'm trying... "Hey you! What the hell do you think you're doing on my porch?!" I hear a man scream. I turned around to see a chubby man who reeked of alcohol.

Oh. That must be (Y/n)'s dad. "S-sir you're daughter! I think she's trying to kill herself!" I yelled. The man scoffed. "(Y/n) isn't that stupid! Move aside!" He said. I stepped away from the door so he could unlock it. When he did, I ran up the stairs.

I ran into the first bedroom I saw. "(Y/n)?!" I yelled. I looked around and see a bunch of pictures on one of the walls. A lot were memories. Christmas, Halloween, her and her mom, and... her and a chubby kid. That chubby kid looks like me from when I was young.

"Who is this?" I asked her father. He looked at the picture. "That's you and (Y/n)!" He scoffed and looked at me as if I was stupid. I don't remember this being taken. This had to be before I lost my memory. I put the picture down and looked around her room.

I couldn't find her so I looked in the bathroom. As I opened the door, so many horrible thoughts ran through my mind. When the bathroom door was opened, my stomach dropped. I fell to my knees. There. Laying face down in a pool of blood was (Y/n)...

There will be a part two soon.

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