The Romance Chemical

Demolition Lovers

I walk to school alone the next morning. I couldn't stand to be near Gerard last night as I had found out that the love he held for me was false. In my mind I weigh the pros and cons of having a "chemical romance" with Gerard. How bad can it be, I mean isn't this what I have been dreaming about for over a year now? For Gerard to love me back?

But then my mind trails back to the reoccurring thought, that it is not really Gerard it's the potion. If I keep up the facade and not even try to find an antidote, what if it wears off one day and he hates me forever? Maybe somewhere in a part of his mind, he is really screaming for release. Screaming to be freed. Screaming for his mind to become his own once more. I shiver to myself at the thought and make a silent vow to start making an effort towards the antidote.

"Boo!" I jump as Gerard seems to appear out of nowhere. Speak of the devil... "Why didn't you wait up for me this morning so we could walk to school together?" He whines as I struggle to come up with a suitable excuse. An adorable pout dances across Gerard's delicate features and my mind refuses to cooperate. "Well, uh- you see," Why was I such a fool for Gerard? No longer pouting, Gerard lets out a giggle and presses his lips against mine firmly. As I melt into his embrace, I can taste coffee, mint and nicotine lingering in his mouth

When was the last time I had a cig? In the heat of my mental debate this morning, I had forgotten all about the addictive pleasure of the slow suicide. I am surprised to find I didn't need to fill my lungs with death this morning, my hunger has seemed to have been satiated by none other than my chemical lover. Gerard was my new addiction now.

We hold hands until we reach the concrete prison that is our school and reluctantly we part ways to go to our different classes. Gerard, art and myself, music. A small smile tugs at my lips as I remember a quote from Romeo and Juliet, "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow."  But Gerard and I are not what you would call "star crossed lovers'. Chemical romance seemed to fit our situation extremely well, not just in the literal sense but also metaphorically. Gerard was my drug, my demise and I was the unfortunate junkie, using his false love as a crutch to support myself from an unavoidable spiral into insanity. My smile is now a unforgiving grimace as these thoughts tumble in and out of my mind.

Music seems to flood out of my guitar this lesson, like water cascading from the sky. It's days like these, where I am so overwhelmed with emotion, that the tables turn and the guitar plays me. I am but a peasant and the music is God. I look up and notice that a small crowd has gathered  around me and as I strum my last note and sing my last word, they break out into applause. The bell rings shrilly and the students file out of the classroom leaving just myself and the teacher. As I leave the room, the teacher calls out to me, "That was amazing Frank! What is that song called?" I hesitate for  moment and ponder to myself on a name. I smirk sadistically, "Demolition lovers, Sir." A more fitting title could there not have been.

I walk out the door and see Gerard leaning against the wall, that godforsaken smirk gracing his lips. When I come close her envelops me in a passionate kiss. He walks off and then turns to me as he reaches the corner, crooking a long, slender finger at me. Helpless, I feel myself unable to turn away and I follow him, a slave to love. Love was destroying my free will as the chemical love destroyed his. 

Demolition lovers indeed