Save Me From My Reality

Calmly tilting back in his office chair, the lead vocalist sketched on a previous drawing of a vampire Robin Hood, a well-respected sidekick of choice. He sighed, upset that the Dark Knight series wouldn't involve him. It would just be Batman because the actor refused to play in the film if Robin were included. "If Bruce Wayne had Robin Hood, then that goddamn Joker would be defeated by now, along with Harley Quinn," he mumbled to himself.

The telephone rang. "Hello?" he answered, dropping his pencil, impatient.

"Gerard, is that you?" He knew who it was. It was his brother Mikey, who earlier mentioned he would be taking a trip around town to see how their first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, was doing so far. No one expected a great rating being released to their music publisher a month ago, their band only wanted to get an okay debut album so they could release one more and call it quits. The rest of them had outside lives, after all.

"Yeah, it's me," He ran his hand through raven locks. "How's the album?"

"It charted on best hardcore punk and punk rock at number seven," his voice spoke in such a monotone. Without looking Mikey in the face, he knew his brother wasn't smiling. He never smiled. After a while, Gerard figured it was Mikey's trademark, and let it go.

On the other hand..."HOLY SHIT NO FUCKING WAY!" the elder brother squealed in happiness. "We better buy some eyeliner. And we better buy some hair grease. Do they sell hair grease anymore? We need an alliance. Practice makes perfect. We should practice with like everybody," he rambled.

"Hold on Gerard," Mikey breathed. "We’re gonna tour before we release the album to the public, but I have some bad news to tell you.”


Gerard picked at his small fingernails in ignorance. “Give me all you’ve got, I can take it.”
“We lost our rhythm guitarist,” Mikey hesitated to continue. “H-he kept messing with Ray and telling him he was playing the wrong parts. I stepped in and well…he quit.”


He face-palmed, but he wasn’t angry. Ray was their best shot, he was a guitar god. Sure, he wasn’t a Brian May or a Jimi Hendrix, but this band wasn’t Queen or JHE anyways. This was My Chemical Romance, a chance to show the world what they got.

“Tell Ray he can play rhythm until we find our new guitarist,” Gerard told Mikey, pulling out a lighter.

“Okay, let’s make this work,” Mikey responded and hung up.

The lighter in Gerard’s hands aimed towards a cancer stick in between his index and forefinger. He bit it briefly before relaxing it between his teeth to allow the exhaust to reach his lungs. Slowly, his lips closed and opened to see a ring of smoke created in midair.
Memories flooded to him, memories he couldn’t shake away.

“Oh god,” he held unto his head, reaching under the cabinet for one of his little friends. The ones that killed him slowly.
He exchanged the cigar for a bottle, drowning himself in anything but misery.

Notes

new story c: I think frank'll be in the next chapter