Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#7 His Precious Treasure

    As you laid in bed, still recovering from the night, you watched your boyfriend of two years dress himself. He kept stealing nervous glances out the window, or at you. It was as if he was a wanted criminal watching his back while on the run.

     He'd been like this for a while now. Constantly on edge, Jittery, slightly more aggressive, and emotional. There had been a few times where you'd ask him what was wrong and he'd lash out at you, then immediately start sobbing and apologizing to you repeatedly.

He was always alert. As if he knew someone was stalking him. He'd peer out the window and then run into the bedroom and hide under the bedsheets shaking. But every time you brought it up he'd yell. He wasn't eating properly either.

It was really starting to scare you.

So in secret, you'd googled it. The top answer for your search;

Paranoid schizophrenia nervosa.

The last thing you'd want your angel to have. How would you confront him? It said that paranoid schizophrenics have a tendency to think that someone is out to get them, and make up scenarios in their heads that go along with it. What if he thought you were the one out to get him? What would he do? The thought of him becoming angry with you and hurting you made you shiver.

You had to do something, though. You couldn't just sit around and watch the love of your life go insane.

Said love of your life interrupted your thoughts when he crawled on top of you and kissed your nose.

"Baby girl." He muttered kissing down your jawline to your neck. "Last night was amazing, princess. I really needed that."

You hummed, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin. "Baby." You pushed him away slightly to look into his captivating eyes. "I think we need to talk."

His face showed slight fear. "About what, princess?"

"Your recent behavior." His breathing sped up some. "Baby, I'm worried. You've been acting so different. It's like I'm dating someone else. You're not you. I love you so much, gee. I can't stand the thought of you being troubled. Talk to me. Please." You caresses his face lightly as you spoke.

He averted his pain-filled eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look at you without crying. "What do you know?" It came out sounding colder than he wanted. Now he knew. They were trying to turn you against him.

"Baby,the way you've been acting... It's... I think..."

"What?" You winced at how harsh he was being.

"Schizophrenia. You're showing signs of schizophrenia. The paranoia, the aggressiveness, honey, I googled it."

He looked at you with a hard stare. "No." He growled lowly. "It's a lie. They're trying to trick you. Trying to turn you against me. Don't believe it. It's all a lie to enable them to take you from me. I can't loose you." He rested his forehead against yours.

"Gerard, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Baby, there's no one after you."

"(Y/N), you have no idea."

You huffed and pushed him off of you. You got up and retrieved your clothes (which were all over the room due to an eager Gerard) and walked out.

You were about to get yourself some cereal when two strong hands grabbed your hips and pushed you against the counter.

"Gerard. Stop."

"No. I talk. You listen. I'm not kidding when I day someone wants me dead. And he'll do anything to get what he wants. He knows about you, (Y/N). He's going to take you from me. I'm not insane. I can't-" he choked up, "I can't loose You."

You stared down at your feet.

"Princess. I never told you what I do for a living. You deserve to know." He gripped your chin making you look at him.

What? How does that have to do with- oh. Oh. He's-

"Gerard." You whispered shakily. "You're not what I think you are... Are you?"

"Depends on what you think I am, princess."

"You're Drug dealer aren't you." You shuddered.

He chuckled lightly. "Of sorts. More like a hit man. You know, getting paid to kill people for others, dealing on the side."

"So you're dangerous."

He smirked. "Very." He gazed down at you, pushing hair out of your face. "But I would never even dream about hurting you. Ever. You're too precious to me. Trust me, I'm not schizo."

Subconsciously you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head on his shoulder. Both his hands held your hips keeping you close to him. You were his precious treasure, and he would never let you go.

"Gee?" He hummed in response. "I love you."

"I love you too, princess. I'll protect you always and forever."

Originally I was going to have gee get locked up in a crazy house and then add a plot twist, but E H. Whatever. I'm lazy.

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