Gerard Way is not a regular teenager, struggling with his personal life, he finds hope and sanctuary in the hazel eyes of someone new to the neighbourhood...
"Gerard?" There was a feeble knock on the wooden door. "Gerard, please answer me?"
"Mikey," Gerard responded quietly, sitting himself down on the edge of the bath and puffing on the cigarette that he still held between two fingers.
"What's going on?"
Gerard pondered that thought before collapsing from the edge of the bath to the ceramic tiling on the floor, forgetting for a moment that he was trapped in this world he couldn't possibly get out of. Forgetting everything, settling himself in what only he could describe as 'bliss', ignoring the fact that his head was pounding from the lack of fresh hair, that the cuts dented into his skin were itching or the way he got thrown into the lockers earlier.
Putting it blunty, Gerard Way was struggling, and although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he needed someone to pull him out of the whole that he'd dug himself over the years. But in his pale brown eyes, there was noone to turn to and nowhere to hide. There was no way of him becoming socially accepted any time soon.