Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Worst of both worlds
“So, what, are we getting, pizza?” I asked as we walked out of the shopping centre and towards the main road that ran between the diner and the mall.
BANG
I looked around to see where the noise had come from. It sounded…like a gun shot, one that was aimed at us.
BANG
The next shot came and it was like a slap in the face, a wake up call or a clap of thunder and it took a few seconds for my body to realise that my body had been the one the thunder had ripped through. I felt a sharp and white hot pain run through my stomach as I gasped, everything seeming to begin going in slow motion just like in the movies as I felt the hot blood well and pour from my stomach and I fell on my knees on the grass, the blood trickling from my fingers that were clamped over the new wound. I gagged, not sure what was happening and only able to concentrate on the pain that was shooting through my body and rushing around my veins as I continued to bleed. Questions ran through my head and images flashed in my mind as it became a jumbled mess, my body was reacting harshly and I tried my hardest to concentrate on the frantic voices of my friends through the ever growing fog that was clouding my mind and creating a barrier between me and them. Who, though? Who would do this? Someone who knows my dirty little secret. Someone who knows what I am. But who is that?
“Gee?!” Mikey’s voice came though the murky grey that was now my mind as my vision began to blur and I began to involuntarily blink at a rapid pace, my eyes darting and wide as I tried to gain control of my breathing, feeling my heart flutter weakly as more blood gushed from my stomach like the harsh rivers of the mountain falls.
“Oh hell, he’s been shot!” Frank cried and I felt a pair of strong arms cradle me as I gagged, aware that I was choking on my own blood that seemed to be having a frenzy and pumping in random directions from the shock of the bullet. I started panicking, my brain registering that I, Gerard Way, had just been shot. My body had registered that beforehand and though my brain knew it, until Frank’s voice came through to resonate in my ears I seemed to have subconsciously not accepted it. Now though, it was all much too clear.
“Call 911!” Mikey yelled as I choked again, trying to get the breath that was evading me more and more with each passing minute. Or it could have been each second. I wasn’t sure, all I knew was that I was bleeding heavily from my gut; it hurt like hell because someone had shot me and seemingly done so for no reason, and I was scared.
“M-Mikey.” I choked, the tears welling in my eyes and dripping down my cheeks.
“Yeah, it’s okay, hold on, it’s okay.” He said and I felt him take my hand and I squeezed it as tight as I could. My body was going cold which made the pain of the wound sear hot and raw, ripping me apart with the cruel reality of this situation.
“I’m scared.” I whispered as blackness over took my vision. “Look after Frankie.” I whispered as I felt my own heart slow, my limbs becoming heavy and weak as I became numb- uncaring to the fact that I knew I was dying, I was just glad the pain was fading.
“No, Gee. Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, I promise, YOU’LL BE FINE!” My younger brother sobbed, clutching onto me as I tried desperately to keep my eyes open. I had to fight. I’ve been through so much and now that I’m happy, I can’t lose this, I’m not ready.
“Try to stay awake Gee. I love you, I love you.” Frank cried, hugging me tight while my speech became slurred and hoarse as I proclaimed my love to him as well, I had to hold on for Frankie. If no one damn else, for him. I thought of all the happy things, the last few days that I’ve got to know him and have grown so close to him but I realised that my life was flashing in front of my eyes and I became sure that I wasn’t going to make it. I cried harder, the thought of leaving Frank and Mikey on their own tearing me apart more than the bullet in my stomach that was drenching my clothes and the grass around me in beautiful crimson blood that was pooling around us all.
Sirens roared and tyres screeched to an abrupt halt as I felt myself being lifted and strapped down, people were shouting things though I had no idea at all as to what they were. An oxygen mask was strapped to my face and the pain of the IV being shoved hurriedly into my hand seems so very far away. I panicked slightly, though slowly drifting into unconsciousness, I was still terrified that I was going to have to go to hospital. I’d rather go straight to the morgue than that place of sickness, needles and horrid pills that is swarmed with people that are paid to care. The coffee? Let’s just not go there, shall we?
‘HOW AN YOU THINK OF COFFEE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?’ I screamed inwardly at myself, feeling tubes and wires being shoved into my body and chemicals pumped through my veins as two pairs of hands worked my weakened and scared body. One keeping me breathing with the aid of the machines as another felt around my stomach, presumeably removing the bullet.
I heard voices, ones that I’d never heard before. I could hear them singing to me, it sounded like the marching band my father had taken me and Mikey to when we were so young and innocent and he was a happy, good man and a good husband and father. It made me upset, I can’t leave Mikey on his own! Or my Mom, I can’t, they need me and I need them! I can’t leave Frank, I love him too much! Damn Gerard Way, fight. You have to FIGHT! I yelled at myself though much to my dismay, the voices drowned me out and took over.
You hear the voices in your head
Telling you that you should be dead
You had no right to kill us at all
And still you stand and watch us fall
Now you know the pain we hide
Your all torn up deep inside
And honey, dear it’s much too late
You’ve made too many unforgiveable mistakes
How much we’d all love to forgive you
But now your lips are turning blue
There’s no way to turn back
Now you know what it’s like to fade to black.
The singing was angelic with a strong yet gentle beat as the new words slurred inside my darkening brain. I saw a parade moving towards me, never stopping, never flailing, just simply carrying on. They were all dressed in old style army uniforms with shiny silver buttons and somewhat fishtailed jackets though none were exactly the same. Some had long striped sleeves or came down to mid-thigh but all were black and white. People were holding signs, almost like a protest, against what though? One woman had a gas mask on, she didn’t look any older than sixteen with her dirty blonde hair scraped back into long back combed pigtails that fell halfway down the back of her dress. It looked…like a wedding dress, maybe, one of the old fashioned ones with the metal caging on top of the many lace layers where the silk had been ripped up and worn over time. Something was written on the sign she was holding, holding it higher above the rest as the five piece band came down the dark, dingy street on a black and blood red float while skeletons dressed in uniforms of many military types though still in monochrome played the instruments typical to a marching band.
Behind them all was a cancer patient. Eyes looking too big for the sockets, skinny and frail under the thin hospital gown as he walked bare foot, his eyes ringed in black from the chemo and many sleepless nights he had probably endured before the sickness had taken him here. Where is here though? I thought as I looked up skywards, the parade still seeming not to notice me as I looked up at the war balloon that was hanging lazily yet proud in the polluted sky. The Black Parade was written on it in white as the parade carried on singing, getting louder and louder as they progressed down the street towards me, none of them answering my calls or acknowledging my presence at all as they passed.
Strip us down and throw us out to the road
Hang us high, baby, lock and load
Let me bleed for you and die
It’s the only thing we have left to try
If you don’t like what I’m saying
Get on your knees and start praying
Now, now, now-!
They came to an abrupt stop and everything cut off, leaving me with a deafening silence for a few seconds. Am I dead? What was that? Who are they, sorry, were they? My thoughts were brought to an abrupt stop as I jerked. Great, what the hell is happening to me now?
Electric buzzed through me and the voices faded and I felt myself jerk. What’s happening? Are they shocking me? Another buzz and I gasped. ‘Yup, that certainly is what they’re doing.’ I thought as my mind started to get clearer, people shouting and pumping my chest, air being forced down my throat and the pain in my stomach dulled so I could almost not feel it at all. A shot of something was pumped through my veins- adrenaline. My blood started rushing into all of my limbs, back out, then back in as my heart sped up to a normal speed which felt somewhat alien to me in this shell of a body that should surely be dead and gone.
A/N Please Rate and Review and tell me what you think of this chapter :P
It's probably a bit over dramatic or something but hey, I feel in a dramatic mood today so why the fuck not, yeah?
Yeah, R&R and I'll give you skittles, an internet hug AND another chapter because I'm feeling generous. You must R&R though, a simple 'crap chapter' or 'good story' or 'what the hell?' will suffice.
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BANG
I looked around to see where the noise had come from. It sounded…like a gun shot, one that was aimed at us.
BANG
The next shot came and it was like a slap in the face, a wake up call or a clap of thunder and it took a few seconds for my body to realise that my body had been the one the thunder had ripped through. I felt a sharp and white hot pain run through my stomach as I gasped, everything seeming to begin going in slow motion just like in the movies as I felt the hot blood well and pour from my stomach and I fell on my knees on the grass, the blood trickling from my fingers that were clamped over the new wound. I gagged, not sure what was happening and only able to concentrate on the pain that was shooting through my body and rushing around my veins as I continued to bleed. Questions ran through my head and images flashed in my mind as it became a jumbled mess, my body was reacting harshly and I tried my hardest to concentrate on the frantic voices of my friends through the ever growing fog that was clouding my mind and creating a barrier between me and them. Who, though? Who would do this? Someone who knows my dirty little secret. Someone who knows what I am. But who is that?
“Gee?!” Mikey’s voice came though the murky grey that was now my mind as my vision began to blur and I began to involuntarily blink at a rapid pace, my eyes darting and wide as I tried to gain control of my breathing, feeling my heart flutter weakly as more blood gushed from my stomach like the harsh rivers of the mountain falls.
“Oh hell, he’s been shot!” Frank cried and I felt a pair of strong arms cradle me as I gagged, aware that I was choking on my own blood that seemed to be having a frenzy and pumping in random directions from the shock of the bullet. I started panicking, my brain registering that I, Gerard Way, had just been shot. My body had registered that beforehand and though my brain knew it, until Frank’s voice came through to resonate in my ears I seemed to have subconsciously not accepted it. Now though, it was all much too clear.
“Call 911!” Mikey yelled as I choked again, trying to get the breath that was evading me more and more with each passing minute. Or it could have been each second. I wasn’t sure, all I knew was that I was bleeding heavily from my gut; it hurt like hell because someone had shot me and seemingly done so for no reason, and I was scared.
“M-Mikey.” I choked, the tears welling in my eyes and dripping down my cheeks.
“Yeah, it’s okay, hold on, it’s okay.” He said and I felt him take my hand and I squeezed it as tight as I could. My body was going cold which made the pain of the wound sear hot and raw, ripping me apart with the cruel reality of this situation.
“I’m scared.” I whispered as blackness over took my vision. “Look after Frankie.” I whispered as I felt my own heart slow, my limbs becoming heavy and weak as I became numb- uncaring to the fact that I knew I was dying, I was just glad the pain was fading.
“No, Gee. Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, I promise, YOU’LL BE FINE!” My younger brother sobbed, clutching onto me as I tried desperately to keep my eyes open. I had to fight. I’ve been through so much and now that I’m happy, I can’t lose this, I’m not ready.
“Try to stay awake Gee. I love you, I love you.” Frank cried, hugging me tight while my speech became slurred and hoarse as I proclaimed my love to him as well, I had to hold on for Frankie. If no one damn else, for him. I thought of all the happy things, the last few days that I’ve got to know him and have grown so close to him but I realised that my life was flashing in front of my eyes and I became sure that I wasn’t going to make it. I cried harder, the thought of leaving Frank and Mikey on their own tearing me apart more than the bullet in my stomach that was drenching my clothes and the grass around me in beautiful crimson blood that was pooling around us all.
Sirens roared and tyres screeched to an abrupt halt as I felt myself being lifted and strapped down, people were shouting things though I had no idea at all as to what they were. An oxygen mask was strapped to my face and the pain of the IV being shoved hurriedly into my hand seems so very far away. I panicked slightly, though slowly drifting into unconsciousness, I was still terrified that I was going to have to go to hospital. I’d rather go straight to the morgue than that place of sickness, needles and horrid pills that is swarmed with people that are paid to care. The coffee? Let’s just not go there, shall we?
‘HOW AN YOU THINK OF COFFEE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?’ I screamed inwardly at myself, feeling tubes and wires being shoved into my body and chemicals pumped through my veins as two pairs of hands worked my weakened and scared body. One keeping me breathing with the aid of the machines as another felt around my stomach, presumeably removing the bullet.
I heard voices, ones that I’d never heard before. I could hear them singing to me, it sounded like the marching band my father had taken me and Mikey to when we were so young and innocent and he was a happy, good man and a good husband and father. It made me upset, I can’t leave Mikey on his own! Or my Mom, I can’t, they need me and I need them! I can’t leave Frank, I love him too much! Damn Gerard Way, fight. You have to FIGHT! I yelled at myself though much to my dismay, the voices drowned me out and took over.
You hear the voices in your head
Telling you that you should be dead
You had no right to kill us at all
And still you stand and watch us fall
Now you know the pain we hide
Your all torn up deep inside
And honey, dear it’s much too late
You’ve made too many unforgiveable mistakes
How much we’d all love to forgive you
But now your lips are turning blue
There’s no way to turn back
Now you know what it’s like to fade to black.
The singing was angelic with a strong yet gentle beat as the new words slurred inside my darkening brain. I saw a parade moving towards me, never stopping, never flailing, just simply carrying on. They were all dressed in old style army uniforms with shiny silver buttons and somewhat fishtailed jackets though none were exactly the same. Some had long striped sleeves or came down to mid-thigh but all were black and white. People were holding signs, almost like a protest, against what though? One woman had a gas mask on, she didn’t look any older than sixteen with her dirty blonde hair scraped back into long back combed pigtails that fell halfway down the back of her dress. It looked…like a wedding dress, maybe, one of the old fashioned ones with the metal caging on top of the many lace layers where the silk had been ripped up and worn over time. Something was written on the sign she was holding, holding it higher above the rest as the five piece band came down the dark, dingy street on a black and blood red float while skeletons dressed in uniforms of many military types though still in monochrome played the instruments typical to a marching band.
Behind them all was a cancer patient. Eyes looking too big for the sockets, skinny and frail under the thin hospital gown as he walked bare foot, his eyes ringed in black from the chemo and many sleepless nights he had probably endured before the sickness had taken him here. Where is here though? I thought as I looked up skywards, the parade still seeming not to notice me as I looked up at the war balloon that was hanging lazily yet proud in the polluted sky. The Black Parade was written on it in white as the parade carried on singing, getting louder and louder as they progressed down the street towards me, none of them answering my calls or acknowledging my presence at all as they passed.
Strip us down and throw us out to the road
Hang us high, baby, lock and load
Let me bleed for you and die
It’s the only thing we have left to try
If you don’t like what I’m saying
Get on your knees and start praying
Now, now, now-!
They came to an abrupt stop and everything cut off, leaving me with a deafening silence for a few seconds. Am I dead? What was that? Who are they, sorry, were they? My thoughts were brought to an abrupt stop as I jerked. Great, what the hell is happening to me now?
Electric buzzed through me and the voices faded and I felt myself jerk. What’s happening? Are they shocking me? Another buzz and I gasped. ‘Yup, that certainly is what they’re doing.’ I thought as my mind started to get clearer, people shouting and pumping my chest, air being forced down my throat and the pain in my stomach dulled so I could almost not feel it at all. A shot of something was pumped through my veins- adrenaline. My blood started rushing into all of my limbs, back out, then back in as my heart sped up to a normal speed which felt somewhat alien to me in this shell of a body that should surely be dead and gone.
A/N Please Rate and Review and tell me what you think of this chapter :P
It's probably a bit over dramatic or something but hey, I feel in a dramatic mood today so why the fuck not, yeah?
Yeah, R&R and I'll give you skittles, an internet hug AND another chapter because I'm feeling generous. You must R&R though, a simple 'crap chapter' or 'good story' or 'what the hell?' will suffice.
Jackie
xxx
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