I saw him again. For the first time in years. I'm glad he didn't recognise me. He was with his brother, that part never changed. They always were together, they were seemingly 'joined at the hip'. Or in other words, they're both too fucked up to make friends. I was his friend. But he fucked me up too. He fucked me up real bad. I still have the scars. I don't want him to have the satisfaction, or even the abilty to mess with people the way he did with me. Ever since it happened,I promised myself that I would make sure karma would turn round and bite him on the ass. Gerard Way will get his comeuppance. Just you wait, Diary. I will bring him down, I'll watch him cry out and beg for forgiveness, I'll watch him plead for dear life. Diary, let's get Gerard Way.
Xoxo - Frank.
"Mikey!" Gerard giggled, snatching the fork off of his frightened brother. Mikey Way often frightened himself, by sticking a fork in the toaster. Mikey was a smart guy, studying at University to become a music teacher, but he lacked in common sense. He was one of the few people in this godforsaken world that acted soley upon impulse.
His brother, Gerard, was the complete opposite. Gerard Way always thought about the things he did, and about the consequences. He used to be like Mikey, but a few years ago, when he was in high school, an accident ocured, that occured Gerard to think about everything, now, he usually overthinks. The young artist still tortures himself whenever he has a small flash of recklessness. But old habits die hard, ask his arms..