Carry On This Way (A Gerard Way Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Rain ran down Ally's window, as it did to eveyrone's. She sat in the dark room, with her knees up to her chest. She didn't go down the stairs since she came back yesterday, nor did anyone come up to her room to check on her. 

 A feeling of hopelessness dread filled her. She didn't even know why, it just came out of nowhere. She got up that morning, and just felt like shit. 

 "Nothing is going to work out." She whispered to herself. "Nothing will get better. I will always be sick, until I die. So much pain, when will it end? Maybe it can go away sooner?" Then she recalled when she had said the same thing, not too ling ago, to Gerard. 

"Maybe things would be better if I just died sooner." 

"No, it wouldn't" He said. 

 "Is that the answer?" She asked herself. "If I die, then I wouldn't have to feel all of this pain. Tears began to fill her eyes, but didn't spill out onto her cheeks. 

 Reaching over to her nightstand, she picked up her phone and put Gerard's number in. She wasn't sure why she was calling him. There was just something inside of her telling her to. He always had a way of making her feel better. 

 "Hello?" He answered with. "How's it going, Ally?" 

 "Not good." She said. "I am having a problem with, everything. And I'm not even sure why." 

 "Ally?" He asked. "What's going on?"  

"I don't wanna be alive right now." She softly replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Again, I dunno why. I just feel like life is hurting me somehow."  

"Ally, I'll be there in a minutes, don't go anywhere." He said, before hanging up. 

 In only  two minutes, his car pulled up. She remained seated on her bed with her head buried in her hands, which were rested on her knees. 

 *Knock knock* 

 Her Mom came to the door, and Gerard greeted her with a smile. He didn't want to panic, or seem like anything was wrong, in front of her. 

 "Is Ally home?" He asked. 

 "Yes, she's in her room." She explained. "She's not feeling well." 

 "I know, that's why I'm here, I thought maybe I could help her. May I go up there?" 

 "Sure, but please be quiet, she might be asleep." 

 He walked up the carpeted stairs. 

 He slowly pushed her door open. "Hey." He said, sitting next to her. "I'm not gonna let you feel that way, okay? I've felt that way, I don't want you to. I want you to want to be alive." 

"You've felt like this?"