And that's how it carried on. I would visit Jadis daily, then return to my drunken sanctuary. Soon enough, I became constantly drunk, barely remembering anything, besides Jadis' unmoving body, in that horrible hospital bed. I was constantly afraid of sleeping, since my nightmares, that were unimaginable, had returned, but worse. Because now, I was seeing Jadis dying, and I was the one killing her! I began to feel like I never stopped crying. My world became shrouded in grey, darkness, and gloom. Nothing seemed happy anymore. I had barely conversed with any of my band mates in weeks!
"Gerard Arthur Way!" Mama screeched, from above, thumping on my locked door.
"What?" I groaned. My head throbbed with a hangover, which I normally drunk off. I was surprisingly sober, considering…
"Open this door immediately!" I rolled out of bed, and loped up the stairs, to unlock the door. The tumblers had only just clicked, when mum threw the door open, and yanked me out of the basement.
"What the fuck, mum?" I whined. The room upstairs seemed so bright!
"You are going to stop this nonsense!"
"What nonsense?"
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about! I know what you do when you come home! Don't try to deny it!"
"So what? What are you going to do about it?" I snarled, shoving past my mother, and walking upstairs. She scurried after me.
"Come back here! You will listen to me!"
"I'm 31 fucking years old; I don't need to listen to you!" I marched into the bathroom, and slammed the door.
"That's it!" Mama yelled, as she stamped back downstairs. I really didn't care what was it, all I wanted was more alcohol. I wanted less of reality, and more of hallucination, more of the nothingness that the alcohol supplied. My phone went off in my pocket.
"What?" I answered, sharply, not bothering to see who was calling.
"Nice to hear from you, too," An oh-so-familiar voice responded. I searched my memory banks…I know that voice! Who's that voice belong to?
"Matt?!" I exclaimed.
"Hi, mate."
"Why are you calling?"
"Are you sober?"
"Why the fuck do you care?"
Matt sighed. "Because…Mikey called me, out of the blue, and told me about what was going on. I feel terrible."
"We haven't talked in how many fucking years, and you pick now, to tell me you feel terrible?"
"Yes..."
"Why the-"
"Because I did it!" He shouted into the phone. My heart stopped, I swear. "Gerard? Gerard? I'm sorry! I-"
"You better hope she fucking lives, Matt. Otherwise, I'll hunt you down, and hang your head on my wall."
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise. You're lucky I don't hand you over to the police right now!"
"Why don't you? I want you to!"
"Because, I'm drunk. And the voice of reason isn't loud enough anymore." I hung up on him, sat down on top of the toilet, and cried. Why would Matt do something like this? Sure, he'd had a few run-ins with Ray, and we'd all had our fair share of fights, but murder?
"Gerard? Sweetheart? Your brother's on the phone." Mum called from the corridor. She opened the door, and saw me crying, "Oh darling! What's the matter? There, there. Come here." Mother cooed, pulling me into a comforting hug, as if I were still her five year old son again.
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You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction
FanfictionCOMPLETED STORY Life for Jadis was boring, living only with her mum and dog in Australia. But one fortunate day Jadis arrives home to see a surprise waiting for her; Gerard Way.