Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
((I Said, "Don't Do It, Babe" Said, "It Ain't Worth It, Babe." ~ Invincible - Jesse McCartney))
As I ran yanked open the front door, my phone rang again. I checked it as I galloped down to my basement room, the room where I felt at home. ’Big things come in small packages…’ I growled. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! I noticed a piece of paper taped to my bathroom mirror, and quickly ripped it off. “Open the box.” I read aloud, crumpling the paper in a ball and throwing it at my wall. 'God, this was really annoying me!' I set my phone on my bed and grabbed the brown box, frustrated and pissed.
Grabbing scissors and cutting the tape off, I ripped off both flaps of the cardboard in anger. And stopped. My eyes grew wide as I reached into the box, pulling out a stack of abut five to 10 pictures. Silence filled the house as nothing was audible but my heavy and fast breathing, my whole body going numb as I saw the first picture. In my hands, was the very first picture. It sent chills down my spine and I felt like I was going to lose it. Standing there next to the perfectly light green house with the widest smile he could manage, was him. I swallowed hard and looked at the next picture. It was me. Me and... I shook my head. 'No. Don't you start, Gerard. He ruined you.' I sighed and gazed at the photo. That guy had his arm around my shoulder, his lips planted on my cheek as I stood there laughing. I struggled to look away from his gorgoeous face.
'Next.'
I flipped through the other pictures, my heart beating faster and my room getting hotter as I looked at all of them. Matt... my heart stopped when I saw the pictures of him. Matt, my best friend. Matt, the one that brought me to love things in this world. 'And there he is.... All bloody and battered....' His face was swollen, his eyes black from fists. Cut marks were everywhere, deep gashes that penetrated his white skin. I changed the picture, feeling hotter and sicker. The light green house, singed from flames. Matt, singed with them. I let out a shaky breath, telling myself I needed to breathe or I would suffocate myself.
Taking off my jacket, I looked at the last pictures. Painted walls, the graffiti written all over them... Everything was so burnt, chilling. Dead. My eyes widened when I saw the broken glass. Broken dishes, cups, silverware was thrown every which way. The one thing I noticed was the red. The deep red liquid that spelled something out, and I forced myself to read it.
"Shouldn't have let the party get to you..."
No, I shouldn't have. It was all my fault that Matt was dead. All my fucking fault. I wouldn't tell anybody what happened. And the only other person I knew, who was with me when it happened, I'd never speak to him again. He broke everything I had. Shattered my heart into a million tiny peices. I could never forgive him.
I threw the pictures into the broken box, shoving it deep inside my closet. God forbid if Mikey or Ma saw it. Dad would have a heart attack. 'This is my secret, not theirs. Gerard Way is the one to blame. It's all my god damned fault...' Sighing, I lyed down on my bed, the memories flooding back into my head.
"C'mon, Gee! It's my birthday! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Frank bounced excitedly in his seat as I drove him to the birthday bash Matt was throwing him. I smiled as I glanced over at him. My baby was so adorable. I laughed when his green eyes widened as he heard the party music. "Is this a party for me?!" his voice got all high as he realized it was his party.
"It is, Frankie, babe." I pulled into Matt's driveway and unbuckled my seat belt. Frank went to open the door, but I held his shoulder back. "Where are you going, love?" I smirked, pulling him towards me. He turned around, his green eyes excited.
"I'm going to the party!"
"But you at least should thank your wonderful, amazing, talented boyfriend for setting this up, right Frankie?" he nodded quickly.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" a slur of fast words exited his pink lips and he went to turn around again. I shook my head.
"No, Frankie. That's not the type of 'Thank You' I want..." I raised my eyebrows, my eyes boring down into his. He smiled widely, my favorite smile. Leaning over, he pressed his soft lips to mine, tasting like cherry. I brought my hands into his black hair, tangling it ever so slightly as our lips played tug-of-war. He broke away, his eyes closed slightly. "Hey Frankie..." I whispered. It was barely audible from the speakers in Matt's house.
"Yeah, Gee?"
"Come find me." I smirked and jumped out the door to my car, racing into the house and pushing past partiers.
"Gerard!" my eyes popped open as a very real voice yelled my name. A cold sweat had formed on my body, and I was shaking slightly.
"Gerard Arthur Way!" the voice called again, from somewhere upstairs. It was Ma.
"Yeah?" I got up from my bed, walking up the stairs and poking my head out to see her glaring at me.
"Why are you out of school?" I sighed.
"Ma, I wasn't feeling well." I explained.
"That doesn't mean you can skip!"
"I wasn't skipping! God, it's not my fault everybody's out to get me!" I growled, clenching my fists.
"Explain this: Why did Frank call about you having sex with some girl named Jessica in a park restroom?" my anger resided. My body felt numb. Frank had called...
"Wh-what?" Mom held up the phone.
"Frank Iero called and told me everything." my eyes grew wide. 'Ohh shit...'
"E-everything?" I felt sick again. Only this time, way worse.
"Yes, about how you ditch school and have sex with this...this...this whore!" I growled.
"Jess is not a whore, Ma! She's the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me! Don't believe a fucking word Frank says!" Ma narrowed her eyes at me, smacking the back of my head. By now I was completely out of my room.
"Gerard Way, how dare you speak to me like that! Frank is a nice gentleman that's looking out for you! Gerard, you two loved each other!"
"Well not anymore, Ma! He broke my heart!" she scoffed.
"How?!" I shrunk. I couldn't tell her about Matt.
"He...he just broke my heart... He fell in love with another guy..." I stammered for words. "Ma, just.... Leave me alone!" I stormed down to my room, the tears running down my face.
"Frank... How could you do this to me?" I whispered as I climbed into my bed, curling up into a tiny ball.
As I ran yanked open the front door, my phone rang again. I checked it as I galloped down to my basement room, the room where I felt at home. ’Big things come in small packages…’ I growled. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! I noticed a piece of paper taped to my bathroom mirror, and quickly ripped it off. “Open the box.” I read aloud, crumpling the paper in a ball and throwing it at my wall. 'God, this was really annoying me!' I set my phone on my bed and grabbed the brown box, frustrated and pissed.
Grabbing scissors and cutting the tape off, I ripped off both flaps of the cardboard in anger. And stopped. My eyes grew wide as I reached into the box, pulling out a stack of abut five to 10 pictures. Silence filled the house as nothing was audible but my heavy and fast breathing, my whole body going numb as I saw the first picture. In my hands, was the very first picture. It sent chills down my spine and I felt like I was going to lose it. Standing there next to the perfectly light green house with the widest smile he could manage, was him. I swallowed hard and looked at the next picture. It was me. Me and... I shook my head. 'No. Don't you start, Gerard. He ruined you.' I sighed and gazed at the photo. That guy had his arm around my shoulder, his lips planted on my cheek as I stood there laughing. I struggled to look away from his gorgoeous face.
'Next.'
I flipped through the other pictures, my heart beating faster and my room getting hotter as I looked at all of them. Matt... my heart stopped when I saw the pictures of him. Matt, my best friend. Matt, the one that brought me to love things in this world. 'And there he is.... All bloody and battered....' His face was swollen, his eyes black from fists. Cut marks were everywhere, deep gashes that penetrated his white skin. I changed the picture, feeling hotter and sicker. The light green house, singed from flames. Matt, singed with them. I let out a shaky breath, telling myself I needed to breathe or I would suffocate myself.
Taking off my jacket, I looked at the last pictures. Painted walls, the graffiti written all over them... Everything was so burnt, chilling. Dead. My eyes widened when I saw the broken glass. Broken dishes, cups, silverware was thrown every which way. The one thing I noticed was the red. The deep red liquid that spelled something out, and I forced myself to read it.
"Shouldn't have let the party get to you..."
No, I shouldn't have. It was all my fault that Matt was dead. All my fucking fault. I wouldn't tell anybody what happened. And the only other person I knew, who was with me when it happened, I'd never speak to him again. He broke everything I had. Shattered my heart into a million tiny peices. I could never forgive him.
I threw the pictures into the broken box, shoving it deep inside my closet. God forbid if Mikey or Ma saw it. Dad would have a heart attack. 'This is my secret, not theirs. Gerard Way is the one to blame. It's all my god damned fault...' Sighing, I lyed down on my bed, the memories flooding back into my head.
"C'mon, Gee! It's my birthday! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Frank bounced excitedly in his seat as I drove him to the birthday bash Matt was throwing him. I smiled as I glanced over at him. My baby was so adorable. I laughed when his green eyes widened as he heard the party music. "Is this a party for me?!" his voice got all high as he realized it was his party.
"It is, Frankie, babe." I pulled into Matt's driveway and unbuckled my seat belt. Frank went to open the door, but I held his shoulder back. "Where are you going, love?" I smirked, pulling him towards me. He turned around, his green eyes excited.
"I'm going to the party!"
"But you at least should thank your wonderful, amazing, talented boyfriend for setting this up, right Frankie?" he nodded quickly.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" a slur of fast words exited his pink lips and he went to turn around again. I shook my head.
"No, Frankie. That's not the type of 'Thank You' I want..." I raised my eyebrows, my eyes boring down into his. He smiled widely, my favorite smile. Leaning over, he pressed his soft lips to mine, tasting like cherry. I brought my hands into his black hair, tangling it ever so slightly as our lips played tug-of-war. He broke away, his eyes closed slightly. "Hey Frankie..." I whispered. It was barely audible from the speakers in Matt's house.
"Yeah, Gee?"
"Come find me." I smirked and jumped out the door to my car, racing into the house and pushing past partiers.
"Gerard!" my eyes popped open as a very real voice yelled my name. A cold sweat had formed on my body, and I was shaking slightly.
"Gerard Arthur Way!" the voice called again, from somewhere upstairs. It was Ma.
"Yeah?" I got up from my bed, walking up the stairs and poking my head out to see her glaring at me.
"Why are you out of school?" I sighed.
"Ma, I wasn't feeling well." I explained.
"That doesn't mean you can skip!"
"I wasn't skipping! God, it's not my fault everybody's out to get me!" I growled, clenching my fists.
"Explain this: Why did Frank call about you having sex with some girl named Jessica in a park restroom?" my anger resided. My body felt numb. Frank had called...
"Wh-what?" Mom held up the phone.
"Frank Iero called and told me everything." my eyes grew wide. 'Ohh shit...'
"E-everything?" I felt sick again. Only this time, way worse.
"Yes, about how you ditch school and have sex with this...this...this whore!" I growled.
"Jess is not a whore, Ma! She's the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me! Don't believe a fucking word Frank says!" Ma narrowed her eyes at me, smacking the back of my head. By now I was completely out of my room.
"Gerard Way, how dare you speak to me like that! Frank is a nice gentleman that's looking out for you! Gerard, you two loved each other!"
"Well not anymore, Ma! He broke my heart!" she scoffed.
"How?!" I shrunk. I couldn't tell her about Matt.
"He...he just broke my heart... He fell in love with another guy..." I stammered for words. "Ma, just.... Leave me alone!" I stormed down to my room, the tears running down my face.
"Frank... How could you do this to me?" I whispered as I climbed into my bed, curling up into a tiny ball.
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