Donnaway storie

It's all over now, and I can't help but wonder if that's for the benefit of your future, not having your psychotic brother in your life anymore to mess things up. I know what you're thinking right now, Mikey - apologizing to me when I can't even hear you, pleading a case that narrates your gratitude for me, but you're wrong in so many forms. Remember when you would ask me what I would like to be when I grew up, and I would reply happy? Well...it seems that dead has developed a new authority that counters my previous eudemonic statement, and, well, it has ultimately prevailed, seeing as you're no doubt shaking in my bedroom, standing next to my mutilated body and a dusty gun. Allow me the pleasure of frightening you, and do enjoy the petty funeral. ~Gerard (MAY BE TRIGGERING) Spotify playlist link: https://open.spotify.com/user/nostrilartist/playlist/1azSc55Xn68R6JVWUCpZYF

I hated Gerard Way. And I'm not just saying it. I truly hated him. You know, that kind of hatred - pure and irreversible - that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs... even a bit more ugly, maybe. And if I hadn't had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn't even have been so sure why I hated him so much... There weren't many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn't blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons. But then there was me. The exception - not very exceptional. The one who was different - as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him. Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love... _______________________ This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes! _Ashes

I am not very good at descriptions sorry just read it to find out.

Donna Way suffers from Agoraphobia, making her afraid to go outside. Many people know her as crazy, but when she is found hiding her seventeen year old son in the house, things only get worse for them both. Gerard Way has been kept in the house with his mother since he was 1, now he was going to school and although he has a brother he also had a group of people bullying. There really was no hope for him, that was until he met a certain boy called Frank Iero.