I sat on the floor of my apartment, loathing everything I’d done and chugging a bottle of vodka and popping a few Xanax into my mouth. I deserve this. Lindsey left me and took Bandit with her, what’s the point of fixing myself now? My vision became blurry as I stood up, searching for my phone. What day is it even? Sometime in mid-March? I squinted my eyes and read the date plastered across the screen:
Tuesday, March 22, 2016

It was the three year anniversary of the death of the two greatest things in my life— My Chem and my relationship with Frank Iero. I downed the rest of my vodka, a fell back to the floor. I attempted to pick myself up again, but quickly realized it wasn’t going to happen, so I grabbed my phone and called the only person who might come help me, Mikey.

“Hello?” Mikey groaned. “Gerard, what do you need?”

“Help me, Mikey!” I slurred. “I’m really drunk, and I can’t stand up and—” I threw up all over the kitchen floor.

“I’ll be there ASAP.” Mikey said, a panicked tone in his voice.

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“GERARD! It’s Mikey! I’m here!”

“Here.” I whimpered.

“Is this because of Frank, the band, or because your wife left you?”

“All.” I answered.

“I’m calling Frank. He’s the only person who can sober you up.”

“Mikes, I can’t. He’ll just get my hopes up again.”
“Too bad.” Mikey replied, dialling Frank’s phone number into his phone.

“I hate you for this.”

“Hey Frank! It’s just Mikey. Gerard’s drunk and Lindsey left him about a month ago and I didn’t know who else to call.” He looked down at me with a sad look. “Yeah, I know. Do you need the address? I’ll text it to you, good? Thanks man. Alright, I’ll go watch him.” Mikey hung up, walking towards me while texting.

“Did you have to call him? Why not Ray or Kristin or even Lindsey?!”

“He’s the only one who’s singlehandedly gotten you sober before and he cared about you the most.” Mikey stated.

As much as I hated it, Mikey was always right about these things.

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The door slammed open, waking me up from my drunken nap, revealing the man who hurt me enough for this to happen, Frank Iero.

"I can't believe you," He said, a few tears rolling off his cheeks and anger in his voice.

"You did this to me. My wife left me because she thought I still loved you and you broke up the band and you broke my heart." I cried, slurring all my words.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Gerard. You can't blame me for everything. My wife left me for the same reason and you don't see me getting drunk on 6 bottles of vodka and a bottle of Xanax! You think none of this hurt? It hurt so bad, but I didn't blame you for any of it." He stared at me for a while, and we stayed silent until I passed out from the alcohol taking over.

Notes

Alright... Sorry this is so sad for a first chapter, but I'm gonna make it get a little happier soon!
Chapter title from "Action Cat"