What I Do For A Living (MCR Fanfic)

Under Pressure

<Gerard’s P.O.V>

     I didn't feel like coming home, for reasons unknown. You know that moment when you get so broken hearted, you go to bars and pass out on the road, or just… not come home? Yeah, it’s something like that. But it wasn't love that makes me feel like shit, not at all.

     I haven’t brought a wallet… again. I went back to the waiting shed of the dormitory and just sat there, the whole night. I didn't mind Ray’s presence as my eyes closed. The concrete platform was hard, but I didn't mind. The night was really cold, but I didn't mind.

     Killing someone I actually wanted to save… now, that was hard and cold. And I minded that. The thought of it bugged me the whole night.

     Dawn broke out, and my muscles were aching to be on my old bed. I sat up to find Ray at a corner, eyes very heavy, knees in between his arms and chest, back against the wall. It’s my first time to see him hit solid ground, he looked human… save for the translucent image.

     I dragged my butt across the platform to bend over and talk to him.

     Sensing me, he snapped and looked up at me.

     “Hey,” he says, wiping his reddening eyes “d’you sleep well?” he continued.

     I shook my head. “You don’t look like you slept at all.”

     “I don’t need sleep,” he says as he floated back up and spun his arms in circles.

     There was silence between us. I diverted my attention to the sky turning from pitch black to navy blue, and infrequent numbers of cars going by.

     Ray broke the silence first.

     “I’m sorry about last night, Gerard. I never wanted you to do such evil… I’ve warned you.”

     And again… about last night…

     I don’t know if I could swallow the discomfort of having to do it a second time, if ever.

     “I understand. I should’ve listened… but I wasn’t ready to die back then when we met.” I reasoned.

     “Yeah… Afterlife has a way of making deals you couldn't back out from.”

     Something in me sort of grown curious.

     “Why is a ghost like you still with that fuckweed?” I asked. He blew some air, as if in bored laughter.

     “We… we made a deal, too.”

     “And he punished you with death?!”

     “NO, I was already dead when we met.”

     “So what’s the deal all about, if… if you could tell me.”

<Ray’s P.O.V>

     I stayed up the whole night beside Gerard. Why? I don’t know. I don’t have much to do, I guess… or maybe it’s just that I felt bad about all that had gotten down last night. I feel like it’s my responsibility to take care of this foolish boy, to make sure he doesn’t know about the wrong side of the job. But no- he found out… way too soon. And he’s gravely hurt… and so am I.

     Afterlife sounded like something I deeply feared back when I was a medic soldier back in the World War 2, which is why I tried my best that nobody would experience that. You know… country needs us and blah blah blah…