Gerard's POV

The small apartment wasn't nice, it really wasn't. It smelled of chlorine and sewage. The wall paint on the walls were coming off and you could see dirty stains everywhere.

No one had notices that he had taken this apartment, well, the person renting this for him knew, but he could trust that man. The man was named Bob Bryar and he had helped Gerard out several time, both with keeping the cops away and burring bodies of the few girls that managed to kill themselves or escape.

He looked up at the ugly roof. These four years sure hadn't been nice to him. He had to heal from several wounds, the bullet wound and several others he had gotten afterwards.
The police had tried to find him, oh so many times they had been at his door. Luckily he had managed to stay hidden somehow. Again, thanks Bob.

He got up and hit the light switch on the lap on his nightstand. The whole room lit up in an disturbing red color. A color he sure shouldn't find so calming, he felt somewhat home in it. The only part about it he didn't like was the awful recumbence to the hospital light he had woken up to. Yeah, talking about that, you are probably wondering what happened there! How he had survived a bullet to the heart, and how he had managed to get out of the hospital without handcuffs and a straight jacket? to be honest, he hadn't. He was caught of course. The only thing he had managed to do was give the old doctor a heart attack, and cut the wrist of a nurse.

He had spent a total of two years in an Insane Asylum. There he was diagnosed with inanity and schizoaffective. Which means, he's a lunatic and he hear the lovely voices of the girls he have killed. Of course everything was normal, who wouldn't be happy for a little company? Even though its constantly noisy around him and that his mood swings do effect everything and everyone around him.

He walked to his dresser and found his black Led Zeppelin shirt and black pants, wearing just black had become a habit, he couldn't manage to get out it. The walk downstairs to the 'reception' was stressful as usual, he didn't quite know why it was this stressful. Maybe the thoughts of someone recognize him scared him too much? But he couldn't be scared could he? He hadn't felt fear all his life, or at least so he thought.

He glanced at Bob sitting behind the counter with his legs over a low bookcase. The whole building were disgusting. letters and news papers were spread around on the floor, most of it already rotting around them. The smell of puke, cigarettes and alcohol filled the room. It was a big dirty mirror hanging on the wall behind bob, shattered of course. Gerard saw himself in it, the sight disgusted him. His appearance fitted this place perfect; long dirty blonde hair with long dark roots, red bloodshot hazel eyes, a blue eye and bursted lip. He didn't even shave, a thing he would always do but that he found himself either to tired or to lazy to do now.

"Hows life, Gerard?" Bob asked in a voice lacking every feeling.

"Great, truly great! if you don't look at the fact that I'm an insane serial killer that live hidden in my friends apartment!" Gerard said with maybe a little too much sarcasm. He looked at bob again just to see him hiding a big grin under his book.

"do you want me to get you something, Gerard? a razor? hair dye? you seem to be in the need for it..." Bobs voice sounded like a disappointed parent that just caught their teenage boy doing drugs. Gerard knew that voice well, too well. He just mumbled a weak "yes" to Bob and walked into a room made to seem like a common room. It was sort of a living room with a bar in the corner.
Most people that lived here was either criminals or junkies, and everyone knew who he was. Which he found a bit disturbing and scary. He really didn't feel like getting locked in again.
He walked to a chair in the end of the room. This was his favorite chair, no one ever sat in this chair except him. He heard the few people sitting in the room getting up. They did this every time he walked in there, sat peacefully with their drink then as soon as he would walk in they get up and start getting aggressive towards him.

"Oh look guys, the woman molester!" One yelled, clearly a crack head.

"Who have you raped and killed this morning creep?" Yelled the murderer. Like he hadn't done exactly like him one time. Gerard looked up at the small crowd of 4 men in front of him, with a smug smirk he talked in the coldest voice he could possibly manage to get out of his sore throat;

"Oh you know, just your wife..." He knew the consequences this would have but he couldn't help himself, knowing that this mans wife actually had been raped and killed a couple of years ago, by the same time he himself had been captured actually.
The punch was well expected, and he couldn't keep the smile away.

"You think this is fun huh!?" This man he knew as Shane. And yes, he looked just as stupid as his name is.
Shane kept punching Gerard. He punched him till he fell, and then when he was at the floor he started kicking him. only to receive laughter and smiles, which of course made him angrier and the kicks harder.

The life of Gerard Way; sleep, drink, fight, repeat.

Notes

so this story still exist apparently!

Im so sorry! I've been trying to write another chapter forever but just couldn't bring myself to do it! But now its here! <3

Sorry if there is bad grammar or if i simply cannot spell