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At first I didn't react; I didn't know how.
And then it hit me, here is the guy who had caused me enough turmoil to send me into a mental hospital and he thinks he can waltz back into my life and kiss me like nothing happened? I don't think so.
"Gerard, get the fuck off of me!", I pushed him off and slammed my bedroom door closed and locked it.
"What the fuck?", I whispered to myself, "did he really deserve that?"
I sat there for about an hour just trying to reason with myself. I hate him so much but, at the same time I want to hug him and never let him go... again. Truth be told, he hadn't done anything to me. Sure, he left but, I could have easily done the same thing. I've not been completely honest with him, or anyone else for that matter about why I didn't go along. That's a story for another time though. I might as well go talk to him.
I walked out of my bedroom and slowly walked back downstairs to the living where I found Frank. Everyone else had gone by now, even Gerard. I sighed and plopped down by Frank's side.
"Vi, what happened up there?"
"Oh come on, Frankie, I know he told you. You're his best friend."
Frank laughed, "Okay, so he kissed you. I don't get what the big deal is. I mean, damn, we all seen this coming."
"Doesn't make it okay.." I trailed off. "I am gonna go take a nice bubble bath"
As I stripped out of my clothes I stared at the image before me. I was thin, much too thin. 5'8" and only weighing 118 pounds? Not good. I climbed into the steaming water and relaxed. It has been so long since I had a proper bath. I began to sing softly, the only song I listened to for the past year.
Hand in mine into your icey blues
and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
with this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you...
My singing was interrupted by a loud bang along with the clanking of what sounded like dishes. Not knowing what to think, I jumped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around me and ran downstairs.
The sight I saw was both shocking and annoying. Shocking because, I had never heard of someone throwing dishware at a mouse and annoying because, it was Gerard who had done so and killed my bath mood.
"What the fuck, Gee?!", I screamed.
He looked up and immediately averted his eyes back to the floor.
"I.. It was...and it.."
"It was a mouse, completely harmless, and you ruined a perfectly good serving bowl!"
"I didn't mean to! Please go put your clothes on, it's very distracting.", He yelled back.
"What does it matter, you've seen me naked before!", I let out a small sigh and went back to my bedroom. Talk about embarrassing. What was he doing back here anyway?
And then it hit me, here is the guy who had caused me enough turmoil to send me into a mental hospital and he thinks he can waltz back into my life and kiss me like nothing happened? I don't think so.
"Gerard, get the fuck off of me!", I pushed him off and slammed my bedroom door closed and locked it.
"What the fuck?", I whispered to myself, "did he really deserve that?"
I sat there for about an hour just trying to reason with myself. I hate him so much but, at the same time I want to hug him and never let him go... again. Truth be told, he hadn't done anything to me. Sure, he left but, I could have easily done the same thing. I've not been completely honest with him, or anyone else for that matter about why I didn't go along. That's a story for another time though. I might as well go talk to him.
I walked out of my bedroom and slowly walked back downstairs to the living where I found Frank. Everyone else had gone by now, even Gerard. I sighed and plopped down by Frank's side.
"Vi, what happened up there?"
"Oh come on, Frankie, I know he told you. You're his best friend."
Frank laughed, "Okay, so he kissed you. I don't get what the big deal is. I mean, damn, we all seen this coming."
"Doesn't make it okay.." I trailed off. "I am gonna go take a nice bubble bath"
As I stripped out of my clothes I stared at the image before me. I was thin, much too thin. 5'8" and only weighing 118 pounds? Not good. I climbed into the steaming water and relaxed. It has been so long since I had a proper bath. I began to sing softly, the only song I listened to for the past year.
Hand in mine into your icey blues
and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
with this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you...
My singing was interrupted by a loud bang along with the clanking of what sounded like dishes. Not knowing what to think, I jumped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around me and ran downstairs.
The sight I saw was both shocking and annoying. Shocking because, I had never heard of someone throwing dishware at a mouse and annoying because, it was Gerard who had done so and killed my bath mood.
"What the fuck, Gee?!", I screamed.
He looked up and immediately averted his eyes back to the floor.
"I.. It was...and it.."
"It was a mouse, completely harmless, and you ruined a perfectly good serving bowl!"
"I didn't mean to! Please go put your clothes on, it's very distracting.", He yelled back.
"What does it matter, you've seen me naked before!", I let out a small sigh and went back to my bedroom. Talk about embarrassing. What was he doing back here anyway?
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