Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Early Sunsets
Just to let you know, I'm still working on this. It'll probably be completely different when I'm done, and I'll repost it, but it's kind of sloppy right now. I don't want it to turn out like Vampires Will Never Hurt You did. That was horrible.
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“Don’t fuck around, bitch. I make the rules around here, got that?” A male voice.
Sniffling.
“YOU ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!”
Fucking slapped her… Gerard thought, touching his own face subconsciously.
The fighting went on for five minutes until a single gunshot rang out. Gerard flinched, already four blocks away.
He never understood how humans could abuse each other that way. Not when all they had left was each other. He had never done anything to harm Alyssa, not her mother either. He would never hurt Olivia.
She was the love of his life. He met her in a health food store. He had been staring blankly at a shelf of supplemental vitamins and she’d happened to work there. He asked her to lunch after she had told him about the different types of homeopathic sleeping aids even when he hadn’t even been thinking about the products. He bought them just to make her happy. Or to be quiet.
They were married for seven years before she disappeared in the war. Gerard was allegedly 38 and Olivia was 35.
She never asked why he didn’t age, and he didn’t tell her.
“Shit,” Gerard hissed, the cut in his wrist streaming blood over his forearms as he held his other palm over the laceration. He hadn’t seen that piece of glass there.
He scrambled over the concrete ledges to his bag and hastily pulled out the half-used roll of gauze, bandages and other items spilling out as he did so. He was a mess.
He sat back against the crumbled wall. The gash was tingling, buzzing unbearably up his arm as if he had just injected fifty different drugs at once. He tried to push the feeling back so he could continue, but failed.
He stood and placed one hand on the wall and leaned his head back, gasping and gritting his teeth. “Fucking…,” he muttered, kicking the floor with one foot, the pleasant dullness spreading down his side and up his neck.
After a few minutes the numb sensation passed. He threw the stained cloth to the ground and shoved his things back in his bag and threw it over his shoulder, holding his arm tenderly so as not to provoke unnecessary agitations.
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“Don’t fuck around, bitch. I make the rules around here, got that?” A male voice.
Sniffling.
“YOU ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!”
Fucking slapped her… Gerard thought, touching his own face subconsciously.
The fighting went on for five minutes until a single gunshot rang out. Gerard flinched, already four blocks away.
He never understood how humans could abuse each other that way. Not when all they had left was each other. He had never done anything to harm Alyssa, not her mother either. He would never hurt Olivia.
She was the love of his life. He met her in a health food store. He had been staring blankly at a shelf of supplemental vitamins and she’d happened to work there. He asked her to lunch after she had told him about the different types of homeopathic sleeping aids even when he hadn’t even been thinking about the products. He bought them just to make her happy. Or to be quiet.
They were married for seven years before she disappeared in the war. Gerard was allegedly 38 and Olivia was 35.
She never asked why he didn’t age, and he didn’t tell her.
“Shit,” Gerard hissed, the cut in his wrist streaming blood over his forearms as he held his other palm over the laceration. He hadn’t seen that piece of glass there.
He scrambled over the concrete ledges to his bag and hastily pulled out the half-used roll of gauze, bandages and other items spilling out as he did so. He was a mess.
He sat back against the crumbled wall. The gash was tingling, buzzing unbearably up his arm as if he had just injected fifty different drugs at once. He tried to push the feeling back so he could continue, but failed.
He stood and placed one hand on the wall and leaned his head back, gasping and gritting his teeth. “Fucking…,” he muttered, kicking the floor with one foot, the pleasant dullness spreading down his side and up his neck.
After a few minutes the numb sensation passed. He threw the stained cloth to the ground and shoved his things back in his bag and threw it over his shoulder, holding his arm tenderly so as not to provoke unnecessary agitations.
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