Chemical Romances? (Mikey Way x Reader)

Wednesday: Rehearsal

Mikey's POV**
I shook my inhaler and breathed in through the tears. I could hear the shower across the hall. Will. I had said some hurtful things but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as Gerard and Willow sneaking around. I didn't care for an explanation right now. And with all my heart, I just wanted Willow out of my house. And Gerard. I didn't want to be here anymore.

I just needed to sleep. It would numb me. Maybe this was just a dream. Who was I kidding? It wasn't. But I could pretend.

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The sunlight reached my eyes and I felt dried tears on my face. I slept with my mouth open, I think. My throat was so sore. I drank a glass of water that I had left on my nightstand. It felt a little better. Then, I went into the shower. Same one Willow used last night. I tried not to think about that though.

The water was warm and I just let it run down my face and body. I washed myself as one should in the shower and changed into my uniform. After heading downstairs, I realized no one was awake yet. I decided to walk to school alone. The walk was around 15 minutes and I had woken up about an hour and thirty minutes early. I left a sticky note on the stove: "walked to school -michael".

The nickname "Mikey" just reminded me of Willow. Michael was just fine.

No, it's not. Mikey fit. Mikey was fun and lively and wasn't scared. Michael was mute. Quiet. Shy. Afraid. I didn't want to be that anymore but it was either Michael or the nickname the girl who broke my heart gave me.

The sky was gloomy for it being morning. I got a weird feeling in my stomach. I munched on some trail mix on the way there. Once I got into the campus, I noticed no one was there.

I kept a spare bass guitar in Mr. Oakley's music room. He held it in the back for me. So I decided to go there and strum a bit since I had so much on my mind. The school was empty (or so I thought) and dark so I took my time, walking across the campus to get to the music room.

I tapped my fingers on my backpack strap. Suddenly, I felt an arm grab me into the dark.

"Hey! What are y--" Before I could finish my sentence, a fist connected with my jaw, sending my glasses to the floor.

This was a pain I had never felt before. But before I could do anything back, it happened again. And again. I could feel wetness drip onto my face. Blood. Each blow hitting harder than the last. I tried to fight back but it was useless. Whoever this was, they were strong. Well, everyone was stronger than me.

There was a struggle but ultimately, I gave up and just let myself get hit. I felt like I was going to pass the fuck out. And as soon as I thought I couldn't take anymore, as soon as I thought I was going to die from the next punch, it stopped. I was dropped onto the floor and the attacker ran away.

Tears fell down my face and so did blood. It tasted coppery. It felt like hell. I stood up but I guess I did it too fast because I found myself falling into the wall. I tried to hold myself up. I poked my head out of the hallway. I couldn't see clearly. I scrambled for my glasses and was relieved to find them.

At this point, I couldn't even feel. Stumbling, I found my way to a bathroom. My eye was red. Blood smeared my face. My glasses were crooked. My hair, messier than usual. And my face was already starting to bruise. The mirror couldn't show the intense pain I felt. I grabbed my phone and called Gee.

Gerard's POV**

My eyes opened harshly when I heard Mikey's ringtone. A snippet of Dancing Queen.

"Hello?" I asked, groggily.
"Gerard! Get to the school quick. I-I need help."

He had been crying. He sounded weak. Barely audible.