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Romie was a fair child, her hair was long and black, silky, smooth with a shine. Her eyes were a golden, copper brown, cheeks always a bit

flushed with color, glossy lips, beautiful smile... All 'n' all she was gorgeous, she was everything a man could want. Although, she wanted

anything BUT a man. Truth is, behind all the hollow point smiles and those gorgeous eyes, she was honestly dead inside. Her heart wasn't

all that bulletproof. She had quite a past that no one knew, not her mother, her father, her brother... Not. A. Soul. Except maybe a man, a

man named Issac Kase. Of course he only knew because he was the man that commited the crime, the one that violated her each and everyday

once she turned five. She's only nine years old now, and she doesn't know what to do.

Of course she, when she was younger, wouldn't resist because she was so young that Issac had taught her what he was doing was okay, the way

he touched her. The way he'd breathe into her ear and whisper, "It's our little secret, okay, Romie? We can run away to Rome if you keep

this secret."

At the time going to Rome was SUCH a big deal to her since it was similar to her name, she was only five... But as she grew older, Issac's

deal grew more and more insignificant. And she began to wonder, whith the conditions of the way Issac lived, if he'd even have enough money

to even drive to the AIRPORT. Romie, at this point, had to put this to an end. So she got out more often, hung out with the neighbor kids.

She didn't like it one bit, but she did it just to stay away from Issac. One day, she met two brothers playing guns and robbers in their

backyard. She raised a beautiful brow, and went towards their direction. She was kinda suprised, not only because they were playing such a

violent, amature, game, but because they were having.. fun. In a town like THIS. Belleville was most certainly NOT a place for children,

but Romie didn't quite know it was dangerous, this was, in fact, her first time outside of her house alone. Like, alone alone.

As she approached the boys, she stepped on a stick, in which it snapped and the boys' attention jerked in her direction.

Ten year old Gerard was the first to see her, then seven year old Mikey. Gerard's hazel eyes stung with alarm, afraid that it might have

been another mugger, drug dealer, or even a murderer. But--Gerard's body relaxed once he saw that it was just nine year old Romie. Her shy

face was replaced by a small smile, she gave a little wave and whispered, "Hi."

Gerard, at this age wasn't shy at all, marched over to Romie and held his hand out, waiting for her to shake as he puts childish smile on

his face, "HAI! I'm Gerard!" He says in a cheerful tone, urging his hand when he doesn't shake, "C'mon, shake, it's what grown-ups do!"

She nods her head hesitantly, shaking his eager hand and he smiles brightly with victory.

"And this--" he motions to the boy standing behind him, "is my brother Mikey!"

Romie smiles uneasily, such odd boys playing such a violent game. She wondered, where they like Issac, too? She mentally shook herself, of

course not! Boys this young--and innocent looking--could never, would never do such an awful thing. Right?

"Well, I'm Romie." She tries to comfort herself around the boys, but the experience leaves her with distrust. "Uhm, mind if I join you?"

Gerard smiles a legit smile, spangling his fingers through his dark hair, "Sure!"

-FOUR YEARS LATER-

And like blood red rosed petals, the blood fell from the damp air, Romie froze, looking up at the ceiling of the dull West Hudson Park

Bridge, a scream instantly choked from her swollen throat, her fingers clawing at the rock until she swore she saw blood boil from her

trimmed fingernails. Her body pressed flat against the cement wall, the water ran passed her in a rushed scream as she realized she could

no longer breathe. Each time she tried she choked on what felt like water captured in her lungs, her heart beating like a hummingbird's

fluttering wings with each second passing as she looked at the body literally MELTING from the ceiling.

Hung. He was hung and stabbed, ripped at the throat in a murderous motion.

Ha.

Get it?

'Murderous'?

Romie could feel the hot tears swelling in her eyes now, she tried to scream again, but like a fishing hook, it caught in her throat in

which left her trembling in pure fear. Her eyes squinted shut as she decided looking at the bloody scene wasn't helping. At all. She pulled

out her cellphone, her fingers stumbling over the numbers and she dialed nine-one-one.

They answered and before they could introduce themselves Romie's bottled up screaming came out in one, her screech to be heard miles away

as it echoes far and wide. Her breath came short as running was to be heard, someone making their way to the bridge.

Over the years, Gerard and Romie had realized there was nothing to be made between them, they separated, and haven't spoken since. Romie

had decided it was something that was meant to be, for she never got attatched to people, nor did any harsh words harm her in any way what

so ever. Her heart was bulletproof when it came to most situations. And when she was on the brink of drowning her self in dire, when she

was at the point when she swore she could honestly kill herself with the sharppened point of the situation--she thought of Gerard and

Mikey. Thought of their sweet, innocent smiles that told her everything was okay, she thought of the two years they spent together, the

times they laughed, the times the cried... the times they...

"Ma'am? Ma'am are you there? Tell us where you are and we'll send the police right over." She tripped over words as the running in the

distance became closer and closer until she could feel the vibration of the pounding footsteps over the screaming water and what was

remaining of her lungs.

Someone skidding down to under the bridge, they panted from the run. What was that screaming? They thought, and looked over at Romie's

frozen body, holding the cellphone as she stared restlessly at the a mangled and mauled figure hanging from the ceiling. He was so used to

the placid, the mundane that something like this made his heart stutter to a stop. His breathing got blocked by his closing throat that his

mind couldn't even proccess what what going on. What WAS going on?!

Gerard glanced at the cellphone in Romie's hand and stantched it from her, listening to the woman, "Are you there? Ma'am? Ma'am?!"

"There's been a murder at West Hudson Park! Get your badged asses OVER HERE!" Gerard yelled into the phone and slamming it shut before

moving onto Romie, shaking her until her eyes flashed to reality and him. Her eyes closing to slits as her body collapsed in his arms, the

weight too strong for Gerard to keep steady and they crashed into the water, the current tearing the two apart and Gerard yelled her name,

swimming as fast as he could to her cold, limp body.

"Dammit, Romie, YOU LAZY ASS. WAKE THE HELL UP!!!" He shouted over the current and swam with the panic building up in his direst heart,

wishing he could get to her in time.

He imagined the worst--'what if she died? Because of me? Because I couldn't be freaking superman and save her?!' Of course, Gerard, being

only fifteen years old, could be no kind of superman, the kind of boy who stays at his house all the time, reading comicbooks and having

his head and imagination his REAL home. It was only a convinence that he happened to be walking through West Huddson Park, on his way home

from picking up groceries for his mom.

He reached her drowning body and threw her on his back, the weight slightly pushing him under the current, he coundn't turn around and swim

ahead, the current pushed against him; the streangth of fifty waves colliding with him and Romie. Scratch the 'what if she died' part, he

thought, What if WE died?! he sputter out water from his mouth and throat and gripped a branch. He coughed violently until he could puke,

his body almost fallen limp and gave in to the current when he remembered he was holding Romie--no, he had to make it out of there. For

her. So he pulled himself to land, tears--or just water--boiling in his hazel, bloodshot eyes.

Sirens were heard and Gerard decided his job was done, so he collapsed on the ground next to Romie, making sure she was still breathing

before his vision started fadding and blocked by blotches, the world so bleak now. Then, without warning, the weight of the world crumpled

in a heap on top of him, his body slamming to the ground and his mind lost all consciencness. With Sirens sounding, the world was a peacful

place knowing that help was on the way. If help would ever find them.

~FOURTEEN YEARS LATER~

Gerard's POV--

Again, I really don't like phone calls at, what--three in the morning? I checked the clock. Nevermind, one in the morning. Bit of

exaggeration, eh, Gerard?

I'm visiting New Jersey for a while, staying at a motel while Mike goes to stay at home. I don't answer the phone--of course--but the

second time calling I growled and scarpered over to the phone, answering it with a flustered, "Hello?!"

"Is this Gerard Way?" The formal voice asks, and I answer with a softened "yes". They told me their buisness and I dropped the phone before

they could even finish, launching towards my beaten up, rented car outside the motel, setting it into drive without letting it warming up

and sped down the road.

Holy SHIT.

No WAY is this happening.

If this doesn't end well, then I.. I..

Tears brimmed in my eyes and mingled with my skin, my mangled fingers from burns clutching the steering wheel until you can see the white

in my knuckles, my other hand spangled with my dark hair.

Should I call Mikey? Tell him about it? The last thing I want is to see my own brother cry. And I've seen him cry hundreds of times. But

not like this. Never like this. But I'm afraid I might actually cry, too, I'm terrified right now, driving in a car at one in the morning,

no cops, just... darkness. Shadows within shadows. Murderers mosey along sidewalks casually as if there wasn't a sin in the world.

Bastatrds. I hate them. I hate the world. Screw them. Get out.

Get the hell out.

I don't want this shit anymore.

Why can't I be bulletproof?

Like Romie?

Like she was?

Before the world broke her?

Literally. Broke her.

Why do you think I'm driving to the hospital right now?

I shook myself, resting my head on the steering wheel while the traffic light was red, holding back a quiet sob followed by louder sobs.

The world around me fadded as I drifted into a different world. Back before Romie and I separated again. Three years after you-know-what

under the bridge. She was never the same, though. We never told Mikey, but I'm pretty sure he knew, just never spoke of it.

We could never, ever speak of it. Ever. Romie wanted nothing to do with that day, she tries her best to block out the memory.

One thing I don't think Romie gets is that you can't keep running away. And that's all she's been doing all her life. She's twenty eight

now. And I'm twenty nine. And even when she's hooked up to cold machines to help her breathe, she's still trying to run away. One day it's

all gonna come crashing into her. And I honestly think that's why she's in the hospital. And that's why I'm here in the middle of traffic,

crying like a pansy, thinking of the worse possible.

Everything is screaming, drivers yelling at me, telling me the ligt is green, the blaring lights are blinding me, and the other cars

honking is what pulls me out of my pit of depair.

---

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

---

I just can't believe I abandoned her for years. After everything we've been through. I just up and left. Everything SHE'S been through, she

never told me what it was, but there's something in her past that haunts her every night. I know this because she called me, I wasn't mad

at all, no matter how late it was, I'd stay up and talk with her until I could get her to crack a smile. Just one. That's all I want. But

at this rate, I don't think I can make it. I can't find the strength to drive there.

Because I'm afraid.

Afraid of what I might find.

Because at any minute now there could be a scream from the room, nurses and doctors flooding about the place. The heart moniter sounding

through out the entire hospital. I'd hear it, too, all the way from here. I'd hear it.

---

Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

---

She's not the type to get attatched to people. But they blind her easily. And I'm so afraid that it's all my fault she's fading like a

dream five minutes after the wake-up. Because I think I was the only person she ever embraced, to let them know partially what was wrong.

And out of nowhere she suddenly had no one there for her. And that's when the crash began. Like two colliding cars it left her crippled and

broken.

"Make it go away!" I shouted, loud, cars moving around me, still, most swore at me and threatened me to move my car. I didn't dare.

I'm so dead right now.

The stream.

Oh shit! The stream!

If I had stopped swimming, let my body go limp. We'd both be dead. I gotta save her. Please, God, let me save her!

And I stomp on the gass, the car screeching foward as I race to the hospital, running through red lights, cutting people off. What were

they doing out here at this time, anyway?

---

While I was waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight.

---

She doesn't tollerate other's pain. She makes it top priority to make you smile. I remember one night, and I know that if she wasn't there

I would have killed myself.

Drunk.

I was drunk, so drunk and sick I was puking nonstop, drowning myself in wasted tears and vomit. I was a mess. Actually, a mess doesn't even

describe how I was, pill-popping and booze didn't help any. I don't know what got me into it, but Mikey wasn't home, and I don't even know

what I was thinking. I was being an asshole and Romie still helped me. (It feels so weird to say her name. Not even aloud, just, when it

comes out your mind it's like she's actually there. Living. And breathing.) It's still a blur, but I was a sexual preditor that night, I'm

not proud of it. As much as I know Romie would have done 'it' just to calm my nerves, just to help me, because at the time that's what I

wanted, maybe not specifically her, anyone, but I didn't do it. I couldn't. I knew that it was wrong. Just because it was her. I would have

gone through with anyone else, but I hold so much repsect for Romie that it was against every being in my body. So she sat there with me.

For hours on end until I fell asleep in her arms, she cleaned my cuts, treated my wounds, and wipped away all evidence of that night, she

treated me like a king. After what I had even THOUGHT about doing. She did that. For me. ME.

---

I'm sober now for three whole months, it's one accomplishment that you've helped me with. The one thing that alway tore us apart is the

thing I'll never touch again. In a sick way I wanna thank you for holding my head up late at night. While I was busy waging wars on myself

you were trying to stop the fight.

---

I never drank again. I still sometimes take pills to ease the pain, but never anything serious. Because I'm always thinking of her, which

limits my needy hands digging for pills. She's saved me. So many times.

And now it's my turn to save her.

I arrive at the hospital, shooting through the doors, the drunken memories still glazing the surface of my thoughts.

"Where's Romie Willows?" I blurt to the nurse at the front desk, her eye brightening saying,

"Hey! You're Gerard Way! Can I--"

"FUCK no! Tell me where Romie Willows is!" I yell, clamping my hand over my mouth after realizing what I had said, "I mean, can I give you

one afterwards? I-I'm really in a hurry now."

She looked hurt, but then said bitterly, "She's not available now. It'll be a few hours before anyone can visit her." The words were pretty

much bullets, shooting throught me like poisoned darts.

Why couldn't I see her? I have the right to see her! Who the hell says I can't?!

My fists clench, anger swept over my face. "I understand." I growl and go to the waiting room, calling Mikey up on the phone.

"Gerard? What the hell are you doing?!" Mikey answers, obviously upset.

"Mikey." Gerard starts, tripping on his voice, " R-Romie's in the hospital." That's what it sounded like to me, but I probably sounded

like, "'Omie'sss in thee ho'pi'al." But he somehow understood my blubbering.

"What?! How? Why?! What??!!" He's panicking, "I-I'll be over there soon."

Romie's POV--

~12 Hours Before~

It's night like this when all I can think about is Issac. I hate him so, but it just won't leave. That day. He-he was the one under the

bridge. Not the one hung, but he was there, behind the man. That's why I was so froze, speaking silent words like a mime.

He was covered in blood, and slipped out from the area when Gerard got there. I remember collapsing in his arms. Then I wake up wet and

freezing, it was dark out and Gerard was still holding me in his arms. I don't know what to think, but I see flashing lights in the

distance.

"Gerard?" I ask, stroking his cheek.

It's been so long. So long since I've seen his face, even seeing his unconscience is an excitment for me. It's REALLY him. Gerard. He

looked so peacful, so calm and stress free. And his lips--oh his lips looked so soft and welcoming.

"R-romie?" Gerard sputters, turning over to cough up some water.

"Gerard? Gerard what happened? How did we get here?" I ask, confused.

Gerard doesn't answer, he just smiles with relief and says, "Oh thank god your okay!" and he pulls me into his arms and holds me close.

I soon realize his shoulders are heaving and I pull back look at him, "Why are you crying?"

"I--I just--I'm so sorry, Romie. I screwed everything up." He chokes, sorrow glimmering in his bloodshot eyes.

"No! Gerard you didn't. You didn't. I--nothing ever changed. I--I--"

"Who's over there?" Cops.

Finally they found us, we explained to them what had happened, they called our parents and they took us home. Gerard and I were inseprable

for five more years, I think. I didn't keep track.

Then there was this one night. Five in the morning. Gerard called me over in a slurred voice, I don't know what's going on so I head on

over. His parents aren't home...

"You needed me?" I ask, walking into his house hesitantly. He looked drunk. Probably was.

He sits on the couch, closing his eyes for a few moments before calling me over. I sit next to him, unsure of what he's doing. "Come

closer" he whispers loudly, tugging my sleeve so I scoot over, almost sitting on his lap. "Clloooooosssserrr" he says and pulls me into his

arms, holding me so close I can feel his breath on my throat.

"Gerard? What are you doing?"

He's eyes tell me he needs to be whole, he needs someone, he's falling apart and only one thing can solve it.

I don't do this kind of stuff. But Gerard looked so empty, so desperate and lonely that I decided I'd let him do whatever he liked. Because

if that what would help him, I would do it.

He cups my face, moving slowly to my lips before pausing, wincing away. "I can't." He exhales, the smell of booze like a punch in the face,

and pulls away from me. He's ashamed of himself and I lay my head on his chest.

"It's always your desicion."

So tonight I'm frozen, viloated and broken, he's finally left and I'm crying. My body's shaking and I know there's no way out of this mess,

I can't get away and I never will. No one's there to save me anymore. I... I just can't.

I leave to the kitchen and stare blindly at the drawr of knives, I'm scared, terrified actually.

But this was the escape route.

~Present~

The room's bright and white, and all I can think is, "Why do I always end up alone? Is it that no one loves me? No one loves me." Of

course. Because that's where every situation leads; me; being alone. Like always.

I'm hooked up to a cold machine to help me breath and I hear voices outside my door. "Yes, Mr. Way, she's right in here. One person at a

time, please."

A tall, lean figure slides into the room, eyes meeting mine and I force a weak smile. Mikey. "Hi." I whisper, I'd be angry, but I'm just so

happy to see him.

"Romie? How the hell did this happen? Who did this to you?" He's worried, already by my bedside, taking my hand in his.

Should I tell him? About Issac? About the things he's done to me?

...

...

I wonder if Gerard's here with him?

"Mikey," I say, smiling, "I haven't seen you in years. I almost didn't recgnize you." He frowns, clearly not amused with me changing the

subject.

He sweeps the hair from my face and blinks to hold back tears. "Who did this to you?" He whispers, eyes begging me to tell him.

"I don't know." I lie.

"You fucking liar." He growls, now angry, "tell me. Right now. Or we're getting the cops involved."

I honestly don't have much strength left. I'm on a short thread but Mikey doesn't want to see that. He doesn't believe I'm going to end

soon.

"Can I see Gerard?" I ask, he growls again.

"If you don't tell me, then you're going to tell Gerard. Okay?" He confirms and I nod my head.

He stands up and leaves the room, obviously shocked from the situation. Gerard stumbles in, at first he refuses to look at me, but once his

eyes meet mine, he gives me a tiny smile.

I can tell, right now he's just trying to compose himself, I know Gerard far too well to know that he's falling apart.

Gerard's POV--

Oh my God. Her face--she's so broken. Welts up and down her body, cut and bruises, bandages. Everywhere. She's trying to put on an act and

I don't like it. I really don't. I want to know who did this to her. And I'm going to kill them. Literally. No one, and I mean NO ONE does

this to her without getting away with it. I am going to make their dreams go down the drain, I'm going to sever them. Murder them. I hate

them. They are going to die.

"What's wrong? You look upset." She asks me, and I stare, bewildered. She's in the hospital, breathing with cold machines, I abandon her

for years, and she's worried about ME?

"Well of course I'm upset! You're in the hospital!" I exclaim, instanly at her bedside, wondering if it's too late. Too late to save her.

She strokes my cheek, looking me over, "Calm down. I'm fine." She was lying. And she knew it.

That's another thing I don't think she gets, she can't always put others before herself. She needs to live for herself and herself only.

She needs to stop worrying.

"Romie, who did this to you?" I choke out, my voice broken and defeated.

She's colliding with herself, in a war she know she can't win. But she won't stop fighting. "No one." She whispers, tears brimming in her

eyes.

I lean down, my face inches from her and I whisper, "Romie, you don't have to be afraid. You can tell me anything."

She nods her head, stroking the side of my face as she whispers so quietly I can barely hear he choked voice, "I did."

She--she what? Romie did this?! Why would she do this? I don't understand, what could possibly drive her this far? Why?!

Tears drip down my solemn face, "W-why?" I croak, my face an utter mess. All I can proccess is; is this my fault? Is it possibly me that's

ruined her?

"I couldn't get away." She sobbed, covering her face with her hands and I hold her close, wrapping my arms around her and saying,

"It's okay, Romie, no one's ever gonna hurt you ever again. You'll never feel the need to break away ever again. 'Cause I love you. It can

just be me and you. We can run away together. Just please--please don't leave me!"

The room's lights dim, my breath gets caught as there's a blaring sound from the heart moniter. Romie. She's not dead. She's in my arms

right now, she's not dead. She's. Not. Dead.

I sob, crying over her cold body, she's in my arms and all I can feel is pain. Romie. Romie. Oh my god. Romie!

I look at her lifeless face, her eyes flashed open and her lips pressed into a grim line. I can't do this, I can't, oh my god she's gone!

Romie's gone! I cry loud sobs and lock the door as nurses try to burst into the room, Mikey's banging on the door asking me what the hell

I'm doing.

I go for the pills. So many pills.

The pills won't help

But it sure is funny.

My body falls limp, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my head crashes the the hard floor, blood boiling from my skull, a huge gash

of pain scarred across my body. The room goes black. And there is shouting out side the doors, loud, murderous cries and I know it's Mikey.

But I'm not here anymore.

After all.

This was my escape route.

---

Would you stay

Right here

If I told you

That someone out there loves you after all?







Songs:

Hate Me by Blue October

Stay & Vampire Money by My Chemical Romance



and kinda the story plot for Romeo and Juliet. O.o



This is my most favorite One-Shot I have ever written, so please, tell me, should I make this a book and go into more detail?
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