Gerard Way

Although Gerard was dead he could still hear the voices that spoke to him. Those voices started to die off, becoming less and less frequent. He knew they’d stop altogether soon enough. Gerard had died in May, 2003. He’d fallen in love with but that love had proved to be fake. She’d cheated on him with another man. It caused him to spiral.

Gerard had always been one to fall into addiction. He found a solace in substances that he couldn’t really find anywhere else. After the break up his habits only got worse. His focus for music completely died out and he couldn’t stand himself being sober. Meth, coke, heroin, Xanax, alcohol, weed, shrooms, acid, sass, molly, ketamine, Percocets, benzo’s, literally anything he could get his hands on. He didn’t care if it was an upper or a downer, he just didn’t want to think with a sober mind. He was destroying himself but he didn’t really grasp how bad he’d gotten.

He laid alone in the backyard. He was tripping absolute balls, he couldn’t even tell he was outside anymore. He hadn’t noticed it starting to rain. It’s hard to know what you are physically feeling when you can’t even tell where you are. His vision was blurred and everything was a vibrant mentling mess. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Rain stung his eyes and absolutely drenched him. He heard thunder but it didn’t register that he should go inside. His body temperature was low from the cold rain chilling him to the bone, yet he stayed there staring at the sky. He shivered as he laid there in the puddle that was starting to form. The rain was hard and fast to the point it almost felt like bullets, he started to see bullets flying down from the gray melting mess a sober person would call clouds.

His mind couldn’t comprehend the danger he was in. Lightning struck all around the surrounding neighborhoods. The thunder roared but Gerard didn’t care. He couldn’t care about something he couldn’t comprehend as thunder. No one should have let him be this fucked up. He was barely even a person anymore, just a shell of himself beforehand. Gerard had been soaking in the storm for a good twenty-five minutes before he died. Lightning charred him and his heart rate was already horrid from the drugs. His heart stopped beating only a few seconds after being struck.

Gerard had the most people talking to him the few days after his death but as the years started to pass he heard voices less and less. His body laid in his grave unmoving. No one had visited his grave in forever but he heard someone reading his tombstone. The voice was soft but they sounded distraught. He couldn’t figure out why they were upset because their words weren’t very clear. They seemed to be crying but soon the voice and the faint sniffles stopped, replaced with thunder cracking.

They screamed but he felt weirdly alive again? His eyes opened and he could breathe. Gerard dug his way out of the dirt and splintered wood. It didn’t take him long to break himself out of his grave. {{user}} stared at him with wide eyes. Gerard panted trying to catch his breath as he pulled himself out of the dirt.