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My Ithaca by Gerard Way
0 reviewsFrerard. Gee has to do an interview on his "Ithaca" for his upcoming book signing tour, but the last time he was at his Ithaca was the day Frank left him.
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My Ithaca
We had to do and English paper about Odysseus in the Odyssey. It was about our Ithaca, were we felt most at home and at peace. While sitting in English at 7:45 am, of course my brain automatically says this would be a good one-shot (maybe two) for geexfrank. That’s just how mah brain works, so here we go…
Gee Pov
Fuck, shit, what the hell do I do this on? I have no one anymore, no place I feel at home.
The last time he hung up on me was the day my Ithaca was light on fire, set ablaze by my
drinking and habit of popping pills. And now my fucking Steve wants a biographic video about
where I feel is my Ithaca? I guess that what yah get when you write a comic book with
Odyssey characters in it. Damnit.
“Gerard hurry up we need this bio video online by tomorrow before you leave for signing tour”
“Can’t we do it tomorrow? I’ve had little time to mull over my answers”
“Gerard, I love you and you know that but as your editor and manager I need to make sure
your fans get what they want. So video now.”
“Okay Steve, whatever” Was my oh-so clever response
I walked into the meeting room, a room I rarely visited considering I managed to have my own
work office at my house, so I didn’t have to come to this grey monotonous shit hole to try
and write comics.
“Okay Gerard first question. Where is your Ithaca?” Steve asked after setting up the video recorder
“It was a long time ago, I last felt at peace”
‘Gee stop tickling me… I’m gonna cry’ ‘Oh no Frankie’s gonna cry’ He grabbed my hand and led me to the park, kissing my nose, the park we meet at. It was the perfect time. I got down on one knee in the cold snow, ‘Frank, will you marry me?’
“Where was it?”
“It was five years ago, when I was engaged”
“What happened?”
Damn this was getting deep
“He broke things off. He was my world, the only reason I slept at night. But I screwed things up, and he left. And that was the first time”
“The first time of what Gerard?”
“The first time I ever ran away. From my family, my life, my friends. I dumped everything and left.”
I had been out all night drinking after slapping Frank. When I came home a note on the bed said ‘Gee, I can’t do this anymore. Not with you, I love you but the life you lead is too much for me. I love you, but I cannot live with you anymore. Not now.’
“Why did he leave you?”
“I guess it was a lot like when Bellerophon took Pegasus. I felt he always owed me
something. I always assumed he was doing stuff he wasn’t, like cheating. Felt I had some
right to have him, even if I never treated him right. I always drank to cover up my
insecurities then my drunken words ruined the only security I had left, him.”
Sensing this was too tender a subject, Steve moved on
“Okay. Next question, who is your Aphrodite?”
“God, I hate talking about myself. There never was someone who watched over me, never once
did my prostitute mom look at me with love. My brother had been placed in foster care, the
only person I ever had wasn’t even a person. It was a dog. He was my mom’s pimp’s dog, a big
old Saint Bernard. Looked just like Nana from peter pan. She fallowed me everywhere, the
only being to ever dabs my tears, or kiss me when I felt down. Cabrina was my world the only
reason I woke up to my hell hole of a life was her. When she died I ran away, she died on my
fifteenth birthday, the day after my mom was murdered.”
They came and got me at school, two of them in their SVU uniforms. They drove me to the police station to “talk” to me. What had my mother done now? They sat me down in a room and explained how she died, raped and strangled to death with a dog leash. Cabrina’s leash. They showed me her body, I wouldn’t believe it was her, so pale and cold saggy eyes and a smile. They already had her killer in custody, so I ran to his house once the police released me. I ran to my mom’s apartment where Cabrina had spent the night with me, I opened the front door and saw the blood, everywhere I saw Cabrina’s body beaten and broken. And a note ‘This dog died fighting for a whore. So I beat it up like I did to yah slutty cunt of a call girl’. I walked to Cabrina’s body, took her collar,
“Where did you run to?”
“Nowhere, I wandered the streets. I would sleep in churches, buses, subways, anywhere. After
I ran away I didn’t know where to go. I was no one, a fifteen year old bastard child with a
dead prostitute mom and a brother I hadn’t seen since the day he was born. I had dropped out
of school, ran away and lived on the streets selling fake ID’s for money in California.”
‘Shaun why are we at hospital?’ I asked, he was the only man I ever saw that wasn’t wretched to my mother, he was her boss ‘Your mommies having a baby’ he said with a false smile through his teeth ‘What’s his name mommy?’ ‘Gee this is your brother Michael’ that was the last I ever saw him as a child
“Okay next question, if there is one person you could meet, who would it be?”
“My father. I don’t want anything from him, I just would like to know who the other half of
me is”
“If you could tell your life as Odysseus, who would be your Penelope?”
“There was one person I loved that way, and he left me five years ago by no fault of his
own. I feel that Penelope would not be a fair way to describe him for Odysseus always
treated her right. For all that man did for me, it was more of a Hades and Persephone
relationship. I had taken away his freedom and his life. And done nothing in return besides
accuse him and drink”
‘Where were you Frankie? Banging other guys in yah band huh? IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YAH HUH?’ ‘Gee I swear I wasn’t and your drunk just please go to sleep’ ‘Fuck you, you’re a cheating asshole dumbass whore Frank and that’s all you’ll ever be.’ I slapped him and walked out the door to get wasted again.
“Okay were coming to the end of our interview, Gerard could you please give an overview of
your Ithaca for one final time.”
“My Ithaca was with him, Frank Iero, living in our shitty downtown apartment playing Iron
Maiden at one o clock in the morning. Living in that apartment with our four dogs, only
belonging to each other. My Ithaca was walking our dogs in LA at four am when he couldn’t
sleep because we watched Jaws before we went to bed. My Ithaca was him, and I ruined it for
myself. My Ithaca was going to Mikey and Alicia’s for dinner with him, eating lasagna while
watching law and order SVU while arguing about which Ice T song was better. So if Frank is
out there, somewhere hearing this, please know I still love you. You will forever be my one
and only Ithaca.”
I heard the camera click off and someone say all clear, but my head was foggy like when I
used to do meth. I felt surrounded by all my daemons, my fears, and my ghost.
“Gerard are you okay?” Someone said
I nodded not wanting to worry anyone. No one else had to know about my issues. Know about
the day I met him
‘Are you Gerard?’ A skinny tween kid said, looking at him he looked just like mom ‘Yeah are you Michael?’ He nodded. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, waiting outside the airport for me. He was my brother, only fourteen years later, he had the same smile as mom, although I rarely saw it from her. It was four years since she died. Somehow this scrawny fourteen year old managed to find me living on the streets of LA selling ID cards to minors ‘Gerard this is my mom Betty, my other mom Lynn and my Aunts stepson, Frank’ He said as we walked into the large manor style house, he pointed at each person. Lynn was a tall red head with dainty freckles and a tan. Betty was a short, very short, blonde with a smile as big as the sky. The kid Frank was sitting on the couch watching TV, saying something to Lynn about calling his mom to pick something up at the grocery. He was small and pale, curly brown hair and a lip ring. A Jersey accent and an attitude the size of California his misfits hoodie way too big for his minute stature. I looked into his eyes and realized how beautiful he is.
But now I can only remember how beautiful he was.
[*Okay how was it? First thing I’ve written in forever. So After writing this I kinda want to turn it in as my English paper but something tells me my teacher wouldn’t like it ( insert sarcasm here). Sorry if I screwed up spelling I’m writing this on my way to a soccer game on a laptop that’s set for Spanish spellcheck so its saying pretty much every word is wrong. Please review ( I will win my next track meet if you do) and I might make a part two if I get enough people that want it. Idk if it will be Frank and gee meeting again or more of gee’s life but R and R (pleaseeee) and sorry if I ramble I'm californian thats what we do, well we surf too but whatever
We had to do and English paper about Odysseus in the Odyssey. It was about our Ithaca, were we felt most at home and at peace. While sitting in English at 7:45 am, of course my brain automatically says this would be a good one-shot (maybe two) for geexfrank. That’s just how mah brain works, so here we go…
Gee Pov
Fuck, shit, what the hell do I do this on? I have no one anymore, no place I feel at home.
The last time he hung up on me was the day my Ithaca was light on fire, set ablaze by my
drinking and habit of popping pills. And now my fucking Steve wants a biographic video about
where I feel is my Ithaca? I guess that what yah get when you write a comic book with
Odyssey characters in it. Damnit.
“Gerard hurry up we need this bio video online by tomorrow before you leave for signing tour”
“Can’t we do it tomorrow? I’ve had little time to mull over my answers”
“Gerard, I love you and you know that but as your editor and manager I need to make sure
your fans get what they want. So video now.”
“Okay Steve, whatever” Was my oh-so clever response
I walked into the meeting room, a room I rarely visited considering I managed to have my own
work office at my house, so I didn’t have to come to this grey monotonous shit hole to try
and write comics.
“Okay Gerard first question. Where is your Ithaca?” Steve asked after setting up the video recorder
“It was a long time ago, I last felt at peace”
‘Gee stop tickling me… I’m gonna cry’ ‘Oh no Frankie’s gonna cry’ He grabbed my hand and led me to the park, kissing my nose, the park we meet at. It was the perfect time. I got down on one knee in the cold snow, ‘Frank, will you marry me?’
“Where was it?”
“It was five years ago, when I was engaged”
“What happened?”
Damn this was getting deep
“He broke things off. He was my world, the only reason I slept at night. But I screwed things up, and he left. And that was the first time”
“The first time of what Gerard?”
“The first time I ever ran away. From my family, my life, my friends. I dumped everything and left.”
I had been out all night drinking after slapping Frank. When I came home a note on the bed said ‘Gee, I can’t do this anymore. Not with you, I love you but the life you lead is too much for me. I love you, but I cannot live with you anymore. Not now.’
“Why did he leave you?”
“I guess it was a lot like when Bellerophon took Pegasus. I felt he always owed me
something. I always assumed he was doing stuff he wasn’t, like cheating. Felt I had some
right to have him, even if I never treated him right. I always drank to cover up my
insecurities then my drunken words ruined the only security I had left, him.”
Sensing this was too tender a subject, Steve moved on
“Okay. Next question, who is your Aphrodite?”
“God, I hate talking about myself. There never was someone who watched over me, never once
did my prostitute mom look at me with love. My brother had been placed in foster care, the
only person I ever had wasn’t even a person. It was a dog. He was my mom’s pimp’s dog, a big
old Saint Bernard. Looked just like Nana from peter pan. She fallowed me everywhere, the
only being to ever dabs my tears, or kiss me when I felt down. Cabrina was my world the only
reason I woke up to my hell hole of a life was her. When she died I ran away, she died on my
fifteenth birthday, the day after my mom was murdered.”
They came and got me at school, two of them in their SVU uniforms. They drove me to the police station to “talk” to me. What had my mother done now? They sat me down in a room and explained how she died, raped and strangled to death with a dog leash. Cabrina’s leash. They showed me her body, I wouldn’t believe it was her, so pale and cold saggy eyes and a smile. They already had her killer in custody, so I ran to his house once the police released me. I ran to my mom’s apartment where Cabrina had spent the night with me, I opened the front door and saw the blood, everywhere I saw Cabrina’s body beaten and broken. And a note ‘This dog died fighting for a whore. So I beat it up like I did to yah slutty cunt of a call girl’. I walked to Cabrina’s body, took her collar,
“Where did you run to?”
“Nowhere, I wandered the streets. I would sleep in churches, buses, subways, anywhere. After
I ran away I didn’t know where to go. I was no one, a fifteen year old bastard child with a
dead prostitute mom and a brother I hadn’t seen since the day he was born. I had dropped out
of school, ran away and lived on the streets selling fake ID’s for money in California.”
‘Shaun why are we at hospital?’ I asked, he was the only man I ever saw that wasn’t wretched to my mother, he was her boss ‘Your mommies having a baby’ he said with a false smile through his teeth ‘What’s his name mommy?’ ‘Gee this is your brother Michael’ that was the last I ever saw him as a child
“Okay next question, if there is one person you could meet, who would it be?”
“My father. I don’t want anything from him, I just would like to know who the other half of
me is”
“If you could tell your life as Odysseus, who would be your Penelope?”
“There was one person I loved that way, and he left me five years ago by no fault of his
own. I feel that Penelope would not be a fair way to describe him for Odysseus always
treated her right. For all that man did for me, it was more of a Hades and Persephone
relationship. I had taken away his freedom and his life. And done nothing in return besides
accuse him and drink”
‘Where were you Frankie? Banging other guys in yah band huh? IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YAH HUH?’ ‘Gee I swear I wasn’t and your drunk just please go to sleep’ ‘Fuck you, you’re a cheating asshole dumbass whore Frank and that’s all you’ll ever be.’ I slapped him and walked out the door to get wasted again.
“Okay were coming to the end of our interview, Gerard could you please give an overview of
your Ithaca for one final time.”
“My Ithaca was with him, Frank Iero, living in our shitty downtown apartment playing Iron
Maiden at one o clock in the morning. Living in that apartment with our four dogs, only
belonging to each other. My Ithaca was walking our dogs in LA at four am when he couldn’t
sleep because we watched Jaws before we went to bed. My Ithaca was him, and I ruined it for
myself. My Ithaca was going to Mikey and Alicia’s for dinner with him, eating lasagna while
watching law and order SVU while arguing about which Ice T song was better. So if Frank is
out there, somewhere hearing this, please know I still love you. You will forever be my one
and only Ithaca.”
I heard the camera click off and someone say all clear, but my head was foggy like when I
used to do meth. I felt surrounded by all my daemons, my fears, and my ghost.
“Gerard are you okay?” Someone said
I nodded not wanting to worry anyone. No one else had to know about my issues. Know about
the day I met him
‘Are you Gerard?’ A skinny tween kid said, looking at him he looked just like mom ‘Yeah are you Michael?’ He nodded. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, waiting outside the airport for me. He was my brother, only fourteen years later, he had the same smile as mom, although I rarely saw it from her. It was four years since she died. Somehow this scrawny fourteen year old managed to find me living on the streets of LA selling ID cards to minors ‘Gerard this is my mom Betty, my other mom Lynn and my Aunts stepson, Frank’ He said as we walked into the large manor style house, he pointed at each person. Lynn was a tall red head with dainty freckles and a tan. Betty was a short, very short, blonde with a smile as big as the sky. The kid Frank was sitting on the couch watching TV, saying something to Lynn about calling his mom to pick something up at the grocery. He was small and pale, curly brown hair and a lip ring. A Jersey accent and an attitude the size of California his misfits hoodie way too big for his minute stature. I looked into his eyes and realized how beautiful he is.
But now I can only remember how beautiful he was.
[*Okay how was it? First thing I’ve written in forever. So After writing this I kinda want to turn it in as my English paper but something tells me my teacher wouldn’t like it ( insert sarcasm here). Sorry if I screwed up spelling I’m writing this on my way to a soccer game on a laptop that’s set for Spanish spellcheck so its saying pretty much every word is wrong. Please review ( I will win my next track meet if you do) and I might make a part two if I get enough people that want it. Idk if it will be Frank and gee meeting again or more of gee’s life but R and R (pleaseeee) and sorry if I ramble I'm californian thats what we do, well we surf too but whatever
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