The world is a bit foggy. Almost a haze in my eyes. I stand against the ledge of the skin looking into the mirror before me. This was not me. I did not recognise the eyes staring back at me. I lift my hand to my hair. What am I doing here. I feel tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes. I hate this feeling. I hate being judged. I hate being different. I hate Kellin. I hate Frank. I hate Mikey. Most of all, I hate myself. Reaching for the razor at the end of the sinks ledge I hold it up in the light. Crying, I begin to drag it across the skin on my wrist. My left wrist opens up and blood begins to seep through the cuts. More and more. I want the pain. I want the blood. I want to let go. No, I don't want; I need.

I grip the razor into a fist with my left hand I feel it cut through the flesh of my palm. I watch all the blood, from my wrist and hand, slowly disappear down the sink's drain; almost like a stream of red water. Looking back into the mirror, I still can't see myself. I only see hatred and anger before me. It almost scares me; how quickly can we - can I - lose myself?

I feel my pulse quicken. I'm a monster. I'm a monster. I'm a monster. I've unleashed the beast from hell and allowed it into my world, into my life. My fault. All my fault. I feel angry. I feel my hands turn to fists as I stare at the person in front of me. I hate him. Without a second thought I bring my fist up and feel it collide with the mirror, with him. Glass shatters everywhere causing Mikey to bang against the bathroom door.

"Gerard? Gerard! Open the door!" he calls, but I ignore him.

I throw shampoo bottles at the remains of the mirror on the wall. I throw everything I can, trying to destroy what's left. Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Whose the fairest of them all?Ialmost laugh at this stupid rhyme. Who am I? Who am I anymore?

I am a monster. I am different. I am insane. I am beautiful minded. I am mental. I am sick. I am Gerard Fucking Way.

Notes

HEY GUYS!

So, this story is taking a turn for the worst...in other words...It's starting to scare even me. Jk. I promise it will get better. So my question for you today is:

Q. If you could do one thing with Gerard Way what would it be. (And no, I didn't mean in a sexual way, though I would probably use that as my choice...)


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