FicWad

A/N: Hey guys, just a little depressing oneshot that i randomly thought of because i'm in a depressed mood again, thanks for all who suggested ideas to me for a new story, i'm workig on it. I hope you enjoy this, please R&R? i really need feedback on this. Thanks again, Love you guys.

-LatherTheBlood xo


Running.

That’s all I ever seem to be doing.

Running from the pain, both physical and mental.

Running from the happiness.

Running from the people who make my life worth living.

Running because I’m scared.

Scared because of what they will think of me.

Scared of their opinions and prying eyes.

Scared because they found something out.

Something bad, about me.

I can’t forget it, I can’t lie about it.

I can’t even think about it.

Y’see last year, a little girl called Pansy.

She was only about six or seven, her life hadn’t even begun.

It never will.

I swear, I didn’t have that much to drink. Just about four or five pints.

I drove home, I thought it would be safe, it was about midnight, there shouldn't have been anybody out.

But there was.

Poor Pansy, she didn’t have time to run.

Didn’t have time to scream

I drove straight into her, she didn’t react, she didn’t move, she was killed instantly on impact.

Gone, forever. Only had six years on this planet, now she gets to spend eternity away from her family, her friends, her cherished items.

All because I’m an alcoholic, all because I’ve wasted so much of my life away on drink that even four pints gets me wrecked.

I’m a mess.

And now, my friends, family and boyfriend know what I’ve done.

I just can’t deal with it.

So I ran.

I’m a mess.

I’m Gerard Way.

And I need to keep on running.

I can't ever stop, i can't ever look behind.

I just have to keep on going.