I Need Something To Save Me (Gerard Way/MCR)

Heroin.

"Is he going to make it?" Mrs Way whimpered at her son's hospital bed.
"Please, Gerard, you told me you were fine!"

'Shit.
I'm awake.' he thought to himself.

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18th birthday.
"Happy birthday, G!" his friends at the skate park shouted.
"G, i got this for you!"

"Yes!! 50% alcohol vol. vodka!"

"G, i got you this!"

"Cigarettes! Thanks!"

"G, this one's my present to you!"

"A... new guitar?"

"Yeah! Maybe you could pick at it instead of cutting yourself."

"I... can't believe you bought this for me!"

"Yes, and you better use it! I spent my months earnings on it. I could have spent it on cocaine, but i spent it on YOU instead!"

"Thank you," he laughed, "guys?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it bad that I still miss Derek?"

"Nah, bro. You and Derek were close. It makes sense."

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Sat around the stench of cocaine, Gerard decided he'd try out his guitar, and fell in love with it after the first strum.
After a while, he made up some lyrics in his head and starting singing - for the fun of it.
Until, his angelic voice blew the boys away.
"G, i didn't know you had such a great singing voice!"
"Really?" he laughed, "i do really enjoy it..."
"Maybe you should start a career in music. You did say you wanted to achieve your dream. Maybe your dream doesn't have to be comic books."
"Nah! Bro, i could NEVER make it big. Not me!" Gerard chuckled.

20th birthday

"Guys, i'm performing today. And i'm so nervous. You got any of the... stuff." Gerard begged.
"G, you've been doing so well! You've been clean for months, you're the only one of us succeeding! You can't fall back now."
"One bit of heroin won't hurt!" he cried.
The boys looked at each other.
"One bit. You promise?"
"I promise."

When Gerard arrived at his performance, his audience were NOT best pleased. He had dark circles under his eyes, and had clearly taken drugs.
"Gerard!" Mrs Way snapped, "i've got a record label here so maybe they could consider signing you, but at this rate the only thing that will be signing you is rehab!"
"I'm fine! Mom!" he said, unbelievably.
"Y'all motherfuckers, none of y'all gettin laid tonight. Y'all ugly as fUCK!" Gerard screamed down the microphone.
"That'll be enough of THAT for one day." the record label manager said, as he sternly approached Gerard.
"NO record label will EVER sign you if you're going to turn up to a performance like THIS, and use such VILE language." then, he went out the door with his nose in the air.
"Get out of my sight!" Mrs Way yelled at Gerard; he went back home and into his room where he took some pills and fell asleep.

The next day, Gerard returned to the skate park.
"Ahh, my g!" they cried.
"How was your performance?" one asked.
"Terrible. Apparently i was too drugged up, so not only does the record label hate me, but also my mom does."
"I'm sure thats not true! You just have to carry on."
"I can't carry on!" he said, lighting up a cigar, "obviously every time i do well i break. How long will that continue?"

"Let's cheer G up, boys!"
One of the boys took the bottle of beer from his hand and started kissing it passionately, and the rest were making sex jokes about it.
"My chemical romance!" Gerard laughed, along with the rest.
"That'd be a great band name."
"Nah, i know now i wont ever make it, so i won't be needing the name..."

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