And just like that, it all became too much. I couldn't bare the thought of living anymore, life seemed useless. I knew, I just knew things would never get better, I could tell that from the start. I Gerard Way had a death wish and it was about to be granted. This is why I am standing in the middle of the forest at 2 am on a Tuesday morning with a dangerously sharp blade in my hand and my arm bleeding out. Just as I was about to make one more cut, the final cut, the one that would end all this pain, a hand stopped me. Now who this hand belonged to, I don't know. But I knew I wouldn't enjoy the owner this hand that had stopped me from doing the one thing I wanted most.
"You can't do this" The voice which I assumed also belonged to the owner of the hand said.
"And why the fuck not?" I snapped and spun around to see the face of this god damn hand owner, which from the loss of blood caused me to become insanely dizzy.
"You can't just take your life away like this" The face spoke, I now realized it was a man, well more like a boy. A small boy at that, he couldn't have been any taller than 5'5, he also had jet black hair much like mine but instead of being long and shaggy he had side bangs that covered the right part of his face.
"Who says I can't take my life away huh?!" I was yelling now angry at the fact that this random boy whom id just met came barging into my life and expected me to listen to him, like hell I was going to do that. "No body cares, absolutely no one would care about a guy like me" my eyes had started watering which just made me even more pissed off, I was feeling numb before this idiot had to come and mess things up, he was making me feel emotion and I hated it. The invincible feeling was lost.
"I said you can't take your life away alright!" The boy shouted causing me to jump at his sudden reaction. "I care about you and I will not just watch someone kill himself!"
"Then look away" I said simply
"I'm not looking away" Dammit this guy was tenacious.
"You're a liar" I spoke changing the subject. "You said you cared about me when you've never even seen me until today. You couldn't possibly care, I know it's just pity and i'd appreciate it if you just stopped pretending".
"You don't know what I think" The shorter boy replied.
"I'm sure I can take a pretty educated guess" I scoffed
"You must be pretty uneducated then if you think you know about what goes through my mind, after all we did just meet." As much as I didn't want to believe this guy, he had a point. "I care about you and I want you to live, believe it or not it is'nt going to change my mind on how I feel" He was being rather blunt but he seems to have gotten his point across, this guy didn't care what I thought about him and frankly I think that's what made me listen. Just for tonight though. The hand had saved my life.
"Can I have your name?" I asked wanting to know the identity of the boy who had just managed to save my life.
"My name is Frank" He spoke before taking off his hoodie and tying it around my arm to stop the bleeding. "Now I want you to go home, and promise me you won't try this again okay?" He sighed helping me off the ground. I couldn't make any promises but i'd try. And Frank walked away leaving me alone again with my thoughts in the middle of the forest, so I decided to walk home. I guess he was my sign to keep on living. When I got back home I lied down in my bed feeling quite exhausted from all the blood loss. Before I fell into a few hours of what felt like temporary death my mind flicked to Frank again and how I probably would never see him again, but then I remembered. I have his hoodie.
Hey, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will continue reading my story, My Chemical Romance has been my favorite band for a long time so I decided to write about them. I have high expectations for where I want this story to go and I will really try to meet them. This chapter was rather short but I promise the other ones will be longer, i just needed something to give a basic description on where this story is headed. Thanks for reading :)
~Chloe
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The Kids From Yesterday
RomanceGerard Way's life was practically a living hell. Depression had taken over his life and just when he was about to end it all, a hand grabbed his blade. BoyxBoy