I just don't feel right at this show , this is not me , I'm acting and I never act.
I feel like I'm wearing a mask. Its fucking horrible.

(Not to mention the voice is getting louder.)

I'm not a hero but these kids are treating me like god. I'm no more worthy than any of those people in that crowd.
I guess from being the "shy loner" at school , you may think I am the total opposite of my former self but really I hate being idolised. I hate the superior treatment.
I'm going to share a secret with you.

I don't actually deserve this at all. I shouldn't be doing this at all. In fact this isn't my life.

I'm not saying this because I crave sympathy , I'm simply stating fact.
The unthinkable.


As I walk off stage , I feel the echoes of the bass lurking in my ears , it holds on.
I decide to walk to the beach , not a soul notices I've left which is unusual.

I start to welcome the feeling of being alone. I find a spot on the grainy sand , take my leather jacket off and lay it on the ground along with my restless self.

I begin to close my eyes and doze off.



Suddenly I wake up to the sound of a clash. I open my eyes and I cannot believe what I am seeing.

"Gerard your home early"

It was my grandmother. She had been dead for 10 years.

I began to stutter "y - y -you've be-" until I got cut off by a familiar face , except more youthful
"Bro you look like you've seen a fucking ghost"

It was Mikey. He looked about 13.

Notes

Apologies for the Asbury park mistake in my last chapter.

I'll be updating as soon as i can

-natalie xo

Chapter Soundtrack:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kSDO3uiaho