Fake Your Death

A Killjoys POV

“This is hard to say and has taken a lot of courage from Mikey and me to post this. Some of you might have noticed Gerard’s absent from the internet recently and a lot of rumours have been going around regarding to this. Unfortunately, some of those rumours are true. The next part of this might be a bit hard and a big shock. As I said, it took a lot of courage for me and Mikey to post this.

Gerard Arthur Way sadly passed away on the 23rd April 2014, at 2:34am. He was attack on his way home by a hooded man. He put up a good fight but it wasn’t enough. That’s when his attacker pulled out a gun and shot straight through his head. He died straight away. Police are still investigating into the situation but luckily for us, there was CCTV footage. Both Mikey and I refused to watch it as we couldn’t bear to see him die. Yesterday was Gerard’s funeral.
I know this is hard to process, but please be there for each other. He wouldn’t want you to be sad. I know you will be. We’re still are. Mikey and I decided it wouldn’t be best for us to announce his death straight away as we didn’t want the media to be following us around, giving us more hassle than we need.

Gerard was a terrific, clever, beautiful man who should be celebrated. He was a true inspiration to all of us and to him, you were his inspiration. Every day he wore a brilliant smile which could bring joy to anyone. He brought us music and art to enjoy and we should be happy about that. So please be there for each other because you will all be sad at first.

If you need anything, I’m here, so is Mikey and so is the rest of the band. We’ve decided to do a live stream sometime in the future to answer some of your questions regarding this upsetting news. But until then, stay strong.

Jade and Mikey.”

The girl pushed the battered laptop to the edge of her bed. Tears had already started to take over her small face which was as pale as ever. She ran her dainty fingers through her dusty brown hair before curling up into a ball on her bed. Darkness seeped into her room; being made even darker by the many My Chemical Romance posters plastered on her walls. Throughout her house, everywhere was still as a mouse. The same image printed onto the street below. But this stillness was soon banished by the girl’s cries of pain.


It was morning by the time she managed to calm down. As she wiped the last tears off her face, she slipped off her tiny bed and started walking to the mirror carefully placed on the door. She moved a strand of hair blocking her eye sight and began to expect the damage. Her messed up make up matched her hair and mind. Everything a mess. The news she had heard a few hours ago was news she thought she would only hear one day when her hair was grey. Not when she was still in school. As she watched her echoing twin in the scratched mirror, her deep blue eyes caught the familiar flash of her phone. Slowly, but steadily, she walked over to her flashing phone that was placed on a small chair. She turned the phone on the reveal:
30 missed calls
50 texts
22 tweets
And one Facebook message.

Ignoring them all, she turned to the twitter app hidden in the corner of the screen. There she wrote:
“Be strong Killjoys. He will always be our saviour.”


Hours had passed by now. The English weather soaked the streets. The ghostly girl stared out her unsympathetic window, watching the world go by. Everywhere looked like it was moaning. Even the man being drenched in the rain walking his dog. Suddenly she whipped her head around to focus her eyes on her injured laptop. Still untouched from when she had pushed it aside from pain. Within a blink, she had jumped to it; logging on. The recognisable format of Word popped up onto her screen as she started to quickly tap away. Her eyes concentrated on the glowing box as ideas flung from her mind. The taps getting faster every second.
The day had nearly gone by the time she had finished. Each single finger on her hand ached by the time she had typed the last letter. She leant back to reveal her masterpiece. Covering most of her screen was a simple poster stating:
He gave us music so let’s pay him back
Gerard was a wonderful man
And will always be missed.

So let’s pay our respect to him.
Send either me or Lizzy pictures
Of messages you would say to Gerard.
Be creative, let you imagination go wild.

The photos will then be put into a series
Of videos which we will send
To Jade and the band.

Down the sides laid pictures of Gerard Way smiling. Each one as sweet as the other. The girl took one more look at the poster before clicking send on the tweet she had made. Within minutes, there were over 50 retweets as people began to spread the word.
“For you Gerard,” the girl whispered.

Notes