"The lead singer of My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way has died"
By Apollonia Corleone
"The lead singer of the band My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way has died..."
The china plate which was in my hands fell to the hard tiles. Shattering everywhere with pieces of food escaping the broken shards only to be eaten by one of my many dogs. I wasn't paying attention to which one, however as I fell to my knees and slowly crawled to the flickering TV screen.
Turning the volume higher. I stared into the eyes of the newsreader; a coloured woman with her hair neatly permed, her makeup flawless she looked like she was kind, but she read out the news with no emotion.
"...Way was murdered on his way home from recording some new songs for his new album with his band. It is reported that he wanted to travel alone to 'Clear his mind'. He was murdered by haters of his band. He was stabbed over 50 times all over his body and shot 5 times in the head. They then left him in the dark alley. He was found by a fan of his band who then called 911. He was pronounced dead on arrival. The fan is being treated for shock..."
I couldn’t listen anymore, tears fell down my cheeks and I didn't even try to stop them. Jamia came into the room about to question where the dogs were eating our food from broken plates when she saw me up close to the TV crying silently
Rushing over to me, her soft arms wrapped around my chest. She tried to whisper words of comfort into my ear, tucking my ebony locks behind them.
I wasn't paying attention however. It’s not that I don't love her. I do but I just loved Gerard more. We told each other everything. We even dated for 3 years! I remembered his voice raw and sexy from all the caffeine and tobacco. His brilliant jade eyes, shone whenever he saw me.
I only realized that Jamia had realised me, when she placed the house phone in my hand whispering that it was Mikey, whispering a feeble "Hello" Mikey began sobbing and saying how sorry he was and that he knew that Gerard loved me. Probably more he should have done at which point I stopped him and told him that I should be sorry for his loss since he was Mikey's brother
But I kinda felt that he was right. Gerard always told me if anything was wrong. Not Mikey his brother, not Ray or Bob his friends and band mates not even his wife and child but me. Always me, and now he's gone
-At the funeral-
The ceremony wasn't as flash as you would have thought for a famous rock star. It was quiet. Fans had been invited to share the grief. His parents, Mikey, Ray and Bob were all sobbing. I was separate, next to the coffin. Not crying, I had cried enough. The priest signalled me to come to the front, and I did so.
“Well erm… this was Gerard’s favourite poem and I thought he would have wanted me to read it out at his funeral.” I stopped and looked at Gerard’s family. LynZ smiled encouragingly though her tear filled eyes. I smiled back, took a deep breath and continued
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
I looked around me at all the tear stained faces. And continued again
“Gerard was a good person. He never wanted anyone to get hurt. He meant the world to me. I even went out with him for three years”
I head several gasps of shock; I didn’t look at anyone just my knuckles becoming white when I gripped the wooden pedestal tightly and continued
“He was the only person I could fully trust. He was the only person I told after I was raped at the age of 14. He was the person I lost my virginity to. He was the one who I told every one of my secrets to. And now he’s gone, and…” I hiccupped and coughed back a sob “…and he’s not coming back. I think that’s the worst thing. He’s an inspiration to so many people, and if I find who murdered him I will rip out their insides, because that’s how I feel. Like my insides are gone.”
Nodding to the priest I left the church completely, running away from all the staring and accusing faces, away from my wife and children, my band mates and best friends everyone.
I heard footsteps following me and I increased my speed. I heard Mikey’s voice calling me. So I stooped and turned to see him. When he was close enough he didn’t say a word, just stroked his calloused hands against my wet cheek.
He then lent forward and pressed his plump lips against my soft ones. I stayed cold and stiff not kissing back, keeping them tightly shut. Pulling away I saw the hurt in Mikey’s face
“I’m sorry” I whispered fresh tears falling. Turning round I ran away again. Making sure he wasn't following me I ran to a bridge. Clambering over the railings. I stood there for a while. Looking at the icy cold water below me. A cold hand grabbed my wrist, not turning I shouted “Go away Mikey!” trying not to show the tears still falling.
“I’m not Mikey” I froze. I recognized that voice “G-Gerard?” I whispered turning
“Yeah it’s me” the ghost smiled. He was exactly how I remembered him. The fiery red hair contracting with his pale complexion. He smiled. Showing his small teeth. The green eyes shining
“I miss you so much Gee!” I said loudly, using the old nickname I gave him when we were going out
“I miss you too Frankie. So fucking much! But if you jump we’ll be together again, and no one can separate us”
Nodding. I grasped his cold hand in mine, took a deep breath and jumped