Fake Your Death

My mouth went dry as I try to call out to my stalker. I was now standing up and walking quite fast to the building they had disappeared around. But when I got there, not a single person was to be seen. Was I just imagining it? I hadn’t slept for two days now to be honest.
“Your mind is just messing with you Jade” I muttered to myself. It’s just your way of morning. I clasped my head in my heads and stared at the ground. What had my life become to? I slumped down on the floor, leaning my back on the wall. To those walking past, I probably looked like a homeless beggar. That’s what I felt like. Homeless. Home is where you’re happy and your loved ones are. There is no-one to love at home. I put my head back into my hands and started silently crying.

Before long, I heard a young voice asking me if I was okay. I took my head out of my hands and looked up to the voices owner. There, in front of me was a girl around 17 wearing a white My Chemical Romance top. My eyes caught Gerard’s face causing me to cry more. His arm was stretched out as though he was reaching for me.
“Aren’t you Gerard Ways wife, Jade?” the girl asked as she sat down next to me. I nodded while in the mists of trying to stop myself crying.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” the girl said as she stared at me. I wiped my eyes with both my hands and turned to the girl, dreading the next few minutes. She was so innocent looking. The way her chestnut brown hair gently danced in the cool May breeze over her cheerful green eyes. I watched her eyes as I tried to explain to her that Gerard was no longer with us. In fact, he had been dead for a month now but I hadn’t be strong enough to tell the world. I watch her as all the light in her eyes faded away when she looked at the floor. Once her cheerful green eyes, were now empty pools of green water. One after another, tears streamed down her face, mimicking the ones I shed when I first found out I had lost my soul mate. I reached my hand out and stroked her back in comfort, just as Mikey did yesterday. She leant on me in a response as she continued crying. After a while, she died down and looked up to me. Her perfect makeup was now ruined, covering the upper bit of her face.
“Promise me you’ll tell the Killjoys soon. They are starting to get worried to why Gerard hasn’t tweeted in a while. They deserve to know”, she stopped to think before continuing. “I won’t tell anyone until you do because I understand that it’s hard for you. He loved you and still does. We could all see that.” I nodded in reply. The girl gave me a hug before she stood up and walked away.


“MIKEY!!! MIKEY!!” I screamed, banging on his front door. I had spent the last couple of hours slowly making my way across the other side of town. Every step I took hurt as I had to walk barefooted. By now my hair was a complete mess, tangled from when I had kept grasping it with my hands while my feet felt as though they had been cut off. I pulled both of my hands over my greasy hair, resting them on my neck as I looked around Mikey’s garden in panic. My eye caught the calm spring breeze causing the roses to sway delicately. Mikey had always managed to keep a lovely and neat garden but as I looked closer, the grass hadn’t been cut in a while. There were even some weeds popping up now and again around the edges. This was not like Mikey to have weeds everywhere. I stood back to examine his clean white granddad house. A few of the windows were opened so he must be in. I started banging on his door again. The stress had finally got to me as more tears streamed down my face. As I went in for another knock (more like an angry pound) the oak door flung opened. A pale, soaking wet Mikey, in only his pale blue shorts, stood in front of me. Below him, a small pool of water started to form for his dripping hair. His eyes were gleaming when he opened the door, yet, as soon as he saw it was me at the door, they dropped. His small smile quickly disappeared as though he knew it was important.
“You okay Jade? What you doing here?” he asked, scratching his blonde hair with one of his hands while resting the other on the door.
“We need to tell them Mikey. They need to know” I replied in terror.
“I thought we were going to do it after we were all settled down a bit more.”
“I know we agreed but Mikey, I will never be ‘settled down’ again. I haven’t even been home in nearly two days. Please Mikey, we need to tell them. If we don’t, we’ll just keep putting it off!” I started to get louder and more irritated at Mikey. He opened his mouth to speak but instead I quickly interrupted him.
“No Mikey. We need to do this. There have been rumours going around the internet. The Killjoys are started to get worried. They need something. I know it’s not the best news but they need to know!” I continued. By now, Mikey had stopped looking at me and resigned to the floor. The puddle beneath him had almost become a lake now. I caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and mumbled something about me coming in.

I followed him upstairs into his study. It was decorated in posters of bands and films while guitars lay neatly across one of the walls. One side of the room bared a massive bookcase with CD’s on every shelf. Opposite the bookcase was a window which looked out onto the back garden and the swimming pool. Mikey mumbled something again before walking out of the room. I assumed he was going to change. While waiting for him, I decided to look at what albums were on Mikey’s bookcase. I skimmed my finger over the cases. Each one bumping underneath. I suddenly found myself stopping when I realised I had got to the ‘M’ section. I pulled my hand back to me and stood back. At the same moment, Mikey came walking back into the room, where a white top and some black skinny jeans.
“Shall we do this then?” he asked, walking towards the desk. I bite my lip before following him.

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