Save me ~ Mikey Way x Reader

XI ~ Pills

It's been two weeks since we started tour. And can I tell you, I've never had a more interesting two weeks in my entire life. The days the boys have shows have been pretty repetitive but other than that things have been pretty spontaneous. I've really picked up on playing the guitar and everyday I swear Brian asks me if I've decided to play on stage or not. I kind of want to but I'm not sure if I have enough material to open with. I haven't told the guys because I know that they are just gonna try and get me to do it.

It's been getting harder and harder to get Gee to put down a drink when hes had too much. He's getting more stubborn and persistent. Frank and I have noticed a bit of a shift in his behavior as well. He's seemed more down and depressed. Maybe that's why he's drinking more. Yet on the stage he's a totally different person. Probably just him putting on a show.

Speaking of show, the next show starts in an hour and Gee is no where to be found. Mikey went to go check the dressing room, Frank is checking the bathroom, I can't remember where Ray went to look but I'm checking the bus. 

I got to the bus and the door is open. I began to feel anxious walking in there. There better not be anyone in here or else I'll-

"Gee?"

Gerard looked up at me in fear. He had a bottle of pills in his hands and was covered in sweat.

"Gerard what the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled while running over and taking the pills out of his hands. I read the words on the bottle. Xanax. "How many did you take?"

"Like, six." Gee mumbled.

"Six!? Gerard it says to only take two! Jesus Christ why?!" I said as I began feeling more and more anxious.

"It helps me feel alive on stage. It helps me be me." Gerard said sounding almost emotionless. 

"Gerard I'm not gonna let you do this to yourself. I'm not gonna watch you down spiral. There are other things you can do to feel better on stage. Why do you think I told you to drink energy drinks instead of beer?" I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. I grabbed onto his hand and held it tight.

"Y/n, I've been doing this the past week and I've been fine. I just need it for the shows." Gee lifted his head up to look at me.

"No you don't. You don't need it." I shoved the bottle into my bag so Gee couldn't get to them. 

"Y/n please give those back." Gerard said while reaching to my bag.

"No Gerard." 

"Y/n I need those!" 

"No you don't!" 

"Y/n" Gee's voice crack while saying my name. He had tears forming in his eyes too. 

"I'm not gonna let you make the mistake I did." I whispered to him. He looked at me confused. "I took pills to try to get rid of the voices. I ended up becoming dependent on them to make me feel happy. When my doctor stopped giving me them, that's when I began going down hill."

Gerard sat there silently, not knowing how to respond. I sighed at the fact that I told him. I'd never told anyone about that. 

Our silence was cut short by someone walking onto the bus.

"Gerard? Y/n? What the hell? Show starts in thirty." Frank said while walking over to see us both crying. He looked confused as hell. "What's going on?"

I hesitantly took the bottle of pills out of my bag and gave them to Frank. He took a second to examine the bottle. His face soon dropped as he looked over at his friend with pain.

"You're taking pills before shows?" Frank asked in fear. Gee nodded his head. Neither Frank or I expected it to go this far. I knew he liked to get drunk before shows but not stoned. The three of us sat in an uncomfortable silence for a god five minutes until I got a call from Mikey.