Honey, this Mirror Ain't Big Enough for the Two of Us.
Prologue
Prologue- Gerard
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Harsh light filtered through my eyelids as I struggled to stay asleep. God no, not another day. Please, just keep the sun away for a few more blissful hours.With a defeated sigh I sat up and leaned back against the rapidly heating brick wall I had fallen asleep by last night.I let my head fall back as I blew air out of my mouth forcefully, trying to ignore the craving of food and the much stronger burning need in my veins for smack. Ow. FUCK.My vision flashed with searing pain as my head hit the wall. Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten. My dealer, Bert, beat the fuck out of me last night when I came up short on my payments and threw me in this stinking alley. Bert was just looking for an excuse to fuck me up though. I mean, no one rejects his advances.
I gingerly started to feel my body for cracks and fractures. I winced as I pressed on the upper side of my left ribcage and recoiled in disgust as my hand came away sticky red with congealed blood. I brushed the back of my head too and I could feel dried blood crusted in my long and greasy black hair. How the fuck am I going to clean myself off? It’s not like I have a shower that I can bathe in. It’s not like I have anything for that matter. I slowly stand up using the wall to help me, gritting my teeth and muttering curses as I grab my ribcage in agony.I flip up my black hood to shield probable facial bruises and limp out of the alleyway, into a small back street where many more meet.
The going is slow as fuck. I pass other homeless junkies like myself, all in various degrees of self-destruction. All the worst of the worst in these city slums congregate, moaning and starving. I never thought I’d be one of them.
After ten or so minutes of wandering around in the shadows my back and legs start to ache and tremble as I start to slide into withdrawal symptoms. How long has it been since my last fix? A day? Two maybe? I can feel the sweat creating a sheen all over my body, suddenly much too hot in my black hoodie and ragged cargo pants. My eyes start to water, and I feel the all too familiar nauseastart to rise in the back of my throat, my body trying to regulate itself and flush out the liquid death. Why do I have to come down? Why can’t I stay high and comfortably numb, away from the utter shit that is my life? Everything’s better, softer, when you’re high. I stumble and fall as my trembling legs fail me, the breath getting knocked out of my frail body. I gasp and start to wretch, throwing up vile as I convulse on the ground. If only there had been food to throw up. I stop gagging and start to sob, pulling myself into a ball in the middle of an alleyway, trying to shelter myself from the pain and suffering of my life. My head hits the pavement, and a quickly start to fade from consciousness. As I start to succumb to the dark, my ears can make out a police whistle about 50 feet away. Oh fuck, it’s Tuesday. Weekly junkie roundup day. They’re gutting the place. Have to run, have to hide, have to…. Everything fades to blackness, and heavy footsteps draw nearer.
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Harsh light filtered through my eyelids as I struggled to stay asleep. God no, not another day. Please, just keep the sun away for a few more blissful hours.With a defeated sigh I sat up and leaned back against the rapidly heating brick wall I had fallen asleep by last night.I let my head fall back as I blew air out of my mouth forcefully, trying to ignore the craving of food and the much stronger burning need in my veins for smack. Ow. FUCK.My vision flashed with searing pain as my head hit the wall. Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten. My dealer, Bert, beat the fuck out of me last night when I came up short on my payments and threw me in this stinking alley. Bert was just looking for an excuse to fuck me up though. I mean, no one rejects his advances.
I gingerly started to feel my body for cracks and fractures. I winced as I pressed on the upper side of my left ribcage and recoiled in disgust as my hand came away sticky red with congealed blood. I brushed the back of my head too and I could feel dried blood crusted in my long and greasy black hair. How the fuck am I going to clean myself off? It’s not like I have a shower that I can bathe in. It’s not like I have anything for that matter. I slowly stand up using the wall to help me, gritting my teeth and muttering curses as I grab my ribcage in agony.I flip up my black hood to shield probable facial bruises and limp out of the alleyway, into a small back street where many more meet.
The going is slow as fuck. I pass other homeless junkies like myself, all in various degrees of self-destruction. All the worst of the worst in these city slums congregate, moaning and starving. I never thought I’d be one of them.
After ten or so minutes of wandering around in the shadows my back and legs start to ache and tremble as I start to slide into withdrawal symptoms. How long has it been since my last fix? A day? Two maybe? I can feel the sweat creating a sheen all over my body, suddenly much too hot in my black hoodie and ragged cargo pants. My eyes start to water, and I feel the all too familiar nauseastart to rise in the back of my throat, my body trying to regulate itself and flush out the liquid death. Why do I have to come down? Why can’t I stay high and comfortably numb, away from the utter shit that is my life? Everything’s better, softer, when you’re high. I stumble and fall as my trembling legs fail me, the breath getting knocked out of my frail body. I gasp and start to wretch, throwing up vile as I convulse on the ground. If only there had been food to throw up. I stop gagging and start to sob, pulling myself into a ball in the middle of an alleyway, trying to shelter myself from the pain and suffering of my life. My head hits the pavement, and a quickly start to fade from consciousness. As I start to succumb to the dark, my ears can make out a police whistle about 50 feet away. Oh fuck, it’s Tuesday. Weekly junkie roundup day. They’re gutting the place. Have to run, have to hide, have to…. Everything fades to blackness, and heavy footsteps draw nearer.
Notes
First chapter!!!! AHHHHH. The boys will meet soon, I promise. I'd love to have some feedback from you wonderful authors and readers alike. This is my first fanfiction ever. If you see any errors let me know. thanks guys!!!
next chapter up on Saturday, but if you ask nicely ill bust my ass and try to get it up sooner ;)
XXX Mourning-Glory XXX
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I ALWAYS torture poor Gee in my fics.. I should officially change his name to Poor Gerard Way, like in ALL my character lists, and everything! :) x
11/19/14