Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Hand In Mine Into Your Icy Blues
One thousand four hundred and fifty two seconds. One thousand four hundred and fifty three seconds. Ahh fuck that. I'm so fucking bored. I sigh loudly and lean my head against the window. I still don't have a clue where I am. I still don't have a clue who the guy is. I still don't have a clue as to where we are going. And I still don't have a clue as to how I am going to escape.
"I'm bored." I say.
"Yeah and I'm sexy nothing we can do about it." He says. I ignore him and begin to think of ways out. I could kick him again. He'd probably crash and we'd both get hurt. I could say I need to pee and then run. He'd probably catch me. What if I can't escape? What if he's taking me to my death?
I will never see my mom again. Or my grandpa. Or my dogs. I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. They will look for me right? But they'll never be able to find me and they'll lose hope. They'll pronounce me dead. Have a memorial. Fill the casket with photos and old teddy bears. A dog collar maybe. There will be tears. Lots of them. I wonder what song they'd pick for me.
"Hey you okay man?" I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see those big greeny-brown eyes staring at me. The car has stopped. My face is wet. I try to lift my hand but the restraints stop me. I'm crying. Why am I crying? The man hops into the back seat.
"Turn around." He says. I do as I'm told. I feel him tug at my restraints and they soon come loose. His fingers brush a scar on my wrist as I bring them round to my front. He grabs the wrist and rolls up the sleeve of my hoodie slightly so he can see the scars. I turn to face him and snatch my hand away. His eyes are wide.
"Why?" He asks.
"Is it any of your business?" I reply.
"No but I'd like to know." He says. I sigh.
"As a kid I had issues with depression. I cut for a while." I say looking at my hands.
"Gerard." He says. I look up.
"What?" I say wiping my face with my sleeve.
"My name is Gerard. Gerard Way." He says extending his hand.
A/N: Kinda rubbish but I wanted something out tonight. Reviews would be nice XD
"I'm bored." I say.
"Yeah and I'm sexy nothing we can do about it." He says. I ignore him and begin to think of ways out. I could kick him again. He'd probably crash and we'd both get hurt. I could say I need to pee and then run. He'd probably catch me. What if I can't escape? What if he's taking me to my death?
I will never see my mom again. Or my grandpa. Or my dogs. I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. They will look for me right? But they'll never be able to find me and they'll lose hope. They'll pronounce me dead. Have a memorial. Fill the casket with photos and old teddy bears. A dog collar maybe. There will be tears. Lots of them. I wonder what song they'd pick for me.
"Hey you okay man?" I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see those big greeny-brown eyes staring at me. The car has stopped. My face is wet. I try to lift my hand but the restraints stop me. I'm crying. Why am I crying? The man hops into the back seat.
"Turn around." He says. I do as I'm told. I feel him tug at my restraints and they soon come loose. His fingers brush a scar on my wrist as I bring them round to my front. He grabs the wrist and rolls up the sleeve of my hoodie slightly so he can see the scars. I turn to face him and snatch my hand away. His eyes are wide.
"Why?" He asks.
"Is it any of your business?" I reply.
"No but I'd like to know." He says. I sigh.
"As a kid I had issues with depression. I cut for a while." I say looking at my hands.
"Gerard." He says. I look up.
"What?" I say wiping my face with my sleeve.
"My name is Gerard. Gerard Way." He says extending his hand.
A/N: Kinda rubbish but I wanted something out tonight. Reviews would be nice XD
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