Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#9 Long Road To Recovery

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Trigger warning - suicide, self harm

"When do you think it'll stop?" He asked gazing out the living room window at the pounding rain.

"Dunno." You shrugged. "It's been storming for almost two days now. Can't look it up because it's causing the wifi to suck." You turned your attention to your sketch book, tracing out a female figure similar to Hayley.

   He hummed. "I don't want it to stop." You looked back up at him. "I find peace in the rain. It's the only time I can really think. Besides when I'm drawing." Now it was your turn to ask a question.

    "Think about what?" You were scared of his answer. Scared that he'd say something like; 'suicide'. You knew about his problem. You'd found out about it just a few days ago. Your boyfriend was a self harmer.

  ~three days ago~

   You had a strange feeling something was wrong. Terribly wrong. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach. The type of feeling you get when you think an Internet friend is going to do something stupid, or when you have to go to the dentist for a filling.

    You attempted to shrug it off, but no matter what it wouldn't go away.

  Maybe you should go see Gerard.

   He'd been acting strange lately. More withdrawn, mopey, and self conscious. He wouldn't wear short sleeves anymore. It was the middle of summer, so the weather was blazing hot, and he was wearing jeans and a sweater. That wasn't like him. At all.

   "Hey, (y/n). You there?" Your good friend Hayley snapped her fingers in front of your face. You snapped out of your thoughtful trance and saw her, Jenna, debby, and Sarah staring at you with concern. You were on a girls only date.

   "I think I have to go." You said.

   Hayley rubbed your arm. "You're having a feeling aren't you?" You nodded.

    "I think Gerard may be... Not alright."

   Hayley nodded, understanding. "If you think he's not okay, go to him. Your gut feelings are hardly ever wrong."

   Looking to the other girls for permission, Jenna nodded to you and said, "go get him."

   With that you picked up your bag and basically sprinted out of the restaurant. You didn't have your car, as you all drove with Sarah in hers, so you ran. Gerard's house wasn't terribly far away from here, so it wouldn't take too long.

   You bumped into several people, yelling apologies and getting flipped off several times, but that didn't matter. Your angel might be in trouble. You had to get to him no matter what. Just the thought of him being... Suicidal... Hurt you to no end.

   "I'm coming, baby boy."

   ~present~

   "Sometimes I think about what the world would be like if no one ever hurt. If there was no suffering. A world where everyone respected each other, and no one was oppressed." He looked at you. "Other times I think about where I would be without you. And Mikey." The corners of his lips tugged up into a small smile. "You two saved me."

    You put your sketch book down and stood up to go join him on the window sill. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested your head on his. He let out a satisfied breath and leant into you. Kissing his head you whispered; "I love you so much."

   ~flashback~

    You slammed frantically on the Way's front door. Donna, Gerard's mom, answered with wide eyes.

   "(Y/N)? Honey, is something wrong?" She rushed.

   "Is Gerard home?"

  "Yes, he's locked himself in his room, as usual. Hun, is something's wrong?"

  "I just need to see him."

   She stepped to the side and let you in, and you mumbled a thank you. You quickly descended the stairs and knocked on Gerard's door.

   "Gee? Angel, it's me. (Y/N)." No answer. "Gerard? Are you okay? Babe, open the door."

    "(Y/N)?" You turned your head to the source of the voice and saw a worried Mikey coming down the stairs. "Something wrong?"

   "Gut feeling." He nodded. Everyone you were close to knew about your feelings. It was like some sort of supernatural thing. "Gerard. Open the door baby."

    Still no answer. Now you were panicking. You looked back to Mikey, who looked equally worried, hoping he'd have an idea.

Luckily, he did.

    He pushed you aside and lined himself up to bust open the door. With one hard kick, the door flew open with a loud cracking noise.

   You pushed past him and sure enough. There was your baby, face down on his bed, arm riddled with cuts dangling over the side with a large pool of blood on his carpet. He was unconscious from blood loss.

   This is where I leave it.

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