Kidnapped by My Chemical Romance

Six Hours Ago

The room was painted white and was relatively big for one person. The bed had a white and yellow quilt on it with a wire headboard. There was a door next to the bed that lead to a balcony. Then, on the other side of the room, there were sliding doors that lead to a closet. Then, there was a dresser with a mirror that was across from the bed.

I stepped out onto the balcony. The fresh cool air felt good against my skin.

"Woah," I breathed. The view was amazing. There was an endless expanse of forests and there were birds chirping and lakes and streams and rivers. I could see across the whole forest.

"Yea," Said a voice from behind me.

I turned suddenly, just to be met with Gerard.

"Oh, h-hey." I stuttered. Gerard hadn't been the most, well, welcoming, out of the four.

"The views amazing. My mom and I used to come out here and watch the sunset." He said

"Well," I said trying to get out of the situation "You can take this room if you wa-"

"No, you take it, your being forced to live here after all. The least I can do is give you a nice room."

"No, really it's fi-"

"No, no, you take it. End of discussion." He smiled

"Thanks," I said as I looked away.

"She would have loved you," Said Gerard abruptly.

"What?"

"My mom. She would have loved you." He repeated.

"Oh," I said, not knowing how to respond, "Th-thanks"

"I'll probably tell her about you tonight."

"Oh, are you gonna call her?" I asked. Maybe I could call my family too.

"No," he said with sorrow in his eyes, "come with me."

I followed him downstairs and into the back yard. From there, he lead me to a big oak tree.

"Hey, mom." He said to the towering oak tree.

"Ashes?" I whispered

"Yea," He whispered back

I decided to do something that I normally wouldn't have done. I could see how much this meant to Gerard. I had to do it.

"Hi Mrs. Way, I'm Red, I'm glad that I can live under the same roof as you. Or, well, in the same area as you." I smiled up at the tree and then glanced over at Gerard. He was smiling.

"You don't have to do that, you know. I know she's gone. It's just nice to think that she's listening." He said with a faint smile as he gazed at the tree.

I had never seen this side of Gerard. It was- nice knowing that he wasn't always in full kidnapper mode. I guess.

"She's gone, but she's here." I said as I looked back at the tree, "And she's always listening."

We walked back inside, parted ways, and headed back to our rooms. I went back inside and layed on my bed. By now it was about midnight. Geez, how long ago was the concert? It started at six, and ended at nine, and I was probably kidnapped at around eight, and we drove in the van for like two hours. Six hours ago. Six hours ago my life was normal. Oh, god.

It's only 12:00. I'm not really tired, anyway. I slept in the van for like an hour and that's literally all the sleep I get on a regular day so i'll be fine if I stay up for another hour or two. But, what should I do?

I glanced around the room. My eyes met a small brown ukulele. I had always wanted to learn an instrument, but I guess I was always either too busy, too lazy, or too broke to buy a guitar or something.

"Might at well try," I whispered to myself as I picked up the wooden object.

I strummed it a few times. The sound of the strum wasn't very appealing, so I guess i'm gonna need to learn some chords.

I messed around with different fingerings and strumming patterns. It's not easy, and it doesn't sound good, but was Ray perfect the first time he picked up a guitar? Actually, probably.

"Hey you should probably get some sleep, we got a long day tomorrow." Said Frank as he opened the door to my room.

"I'll get some sleep when you learn to knock. And what are you, my dad? I chose when I go to bed." I said. I was feeling feisty for some reason.

"Whatever, i'm just warning ya," He glanced down at the ukulele that I was probably playing completely wrong, "do you play uke?"

"I'm trying my hardest," I replied, strumming the open strings.

"Well you gotta tune it first," he laughed before holding out his hands, implying that he wanted to tune the ukulele.

"Oh," I said, passing the instrument

He tuned the ukulele in about two minutes, every once in a while humming the notes. Then he started to play a few random chords. He was pretty good for a punk rock guitar player.

"Oh! One sec," he ran out the door and came back a few minutes later holding a brightly colored book, "Here. This is a ukulele book Gerard bought me like last year. I was gonna learn ukulele for a song or two but I guess it'll never go through now. Heh, your not the only one taking hits." He looked down at the floor for a second, "Well anyway, here's this."

He handed me the book. It was called 60's Uke'in. I loved music from the sixties. My dad was the one that really got me into those years. I fell in love with the beatles when I was like seven.

"Wow, thanks." I said without looking up at Frank.

"Come talk to me if you need any help though. But now, sleep." He said as he walked out the door

OHMYGODIMSOSORRY.  I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG.  DONT GIVE UP ON ME IM STILL HERE I PROMISE.  AIGHT HAVE A GOOD OLD DAY, GO TAKE A BIKE RIDE. ~💖💖xodlih