A man who was the front face of the band of My Chemical Romance, he is nowhere drawing a band that once was but he didn't know the name. Soon he had decided that he would take the guitar once after he was able to whip the paint off of the black parade. He always try's to remember his name.
He often looks at a headstone that was his was he was once from that said March 22, 2013, then it had no name on the stone, he walked around confused what had happened. Gerard did what he could as he walked around he saw different people entering but he didn't know how they were coming. When he tried to talk to him all he heard was mumbling and he couldn't remember how to understand other people but he could only understand his own thoughts, he tried to learn to understand people but he didn't know how he also didn't know how to make his own thoughts get others to understand what was going on.
He walked around still as he bumped into someone then watched them walk away. He looked up to the void of darkness. 'Now what am I to do?' he thought to himself as he walked around the place. He never stopped he saw a few people with masks on others had starved themselves. When some were in pain staying away from others they just sat by themselves looking at their wrists. Gerard looked at his own not seeing any marks, as he looked up he watched a drunk go by then someone depressed. 'What is going on what has happened to everyone?' he thought as he remained in aw that something like this had happened. He looked around as he saw his coat he was wearing, 'why am I wearing this' he shook his head as he did to get the thought from his head.
Gerard was confused but he got to the house that he was left at as he opened it he saw his same old furniture, as he sat there he hung his head he was ashamed as to what he was turning into. He stood up to get a drink of alcohol he looked at it trying to know when he bought alcohol. He drank some and went to bed as he slept images of a crowd, people wearing a shirt with Grand Marshall on their shirts but he couldn't read them. Some had skull paint on their faces as he was writing something but he couldn't see or read it. He saw four other men standing by him he didn't know their names but he thought he knew their faces. Maybe the one next to him 'Mickey no Mikey but what his last name.' he spoke in his mind as he was like a viewer not living in the memory but watching it.
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A Memory of a forgotten past.
FanfictionThis is a My chemical romance fan fiction. They are now in the black parade with no memory of being who they were when they were in the band.
