“..Mama we’re all full of lies. Mama we’re meant for the flies…” I was singing and jumping around on stage, listening to the roar of crowd and smiling. I loved performing it gave me such a rush. I loved the way I could make people sing and smile with just my voice and the lyrics. I gripped my platinum blonde hair and leaned down in front of the crowd, smiling even bigger as I heard them go crazier. I stood up and skipped over to Mikey, resting my head on his shoulder and singing. From the corner of my eye I saw him smile slightly breaking that always present poker face. I laughed and skipped over to Frank. I blew him a kiss which made the crowd go even crazier and some people shout: “Frerard for life!” I giggled and winked at Frank which no one caught. I stopped singing and grinned in front of the crowd.

“We’re My Chemical Romance. I’m Gerard,” I pointed to myself smiling and grinning. I was about to continue with the introductions when someone interrupted, the whole stadium was quite so I heard them alright.

“You fat fucker! And a faggot, the band doesn’t need you; they could do so much better without.” A hush settled over the stadium, Bob, Ray, Frank, and Mikey all walked forward and standing next to me. I was starring at the guy with my mouth open holding the mic loosely in my hand. I could feel the tears start to well up. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked next to me and saw Mikey glaring at the guy, so it wasn’t him. I looked to the other side and saw Bob with his hand on my shoulder. I was somewhat surprised but not by much. He was the protective one.

“Hey!” I heard Bob shout. “You got a fucking problem with him?” He sneered. I watched the guy and saw him nod.

“Yeah,” he sneered back. “I do, I don’t think I fucking fag should be in this band, he just contaminates it.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, all the other things people had told me in high school, how I could never make it, I would never amount to anything. It all came back. I felt the tears fall and I ran off of the stage and into the back crying. They technicians tried to stop me but I just ran right pass them and into our dressing room locking the door. I threw my Black Parade jacket off and into the corner. I leaned against the door and slid down it silently sobbing holding my knees to my chest.

They’re right yknow? The band would be so much better without you. The voice whispered to me. I gripped my hair and started to rock back and forth whimpering softly.

They wouldn’t have to deal with your fat ass taking up everything, and your depression always getting them down. I sobbed harder and stood up.

“STOP IT!” I screamed, I turned around and punched the wall over and over again to distract myself from the voices. When I was done there was blood splattered on the wall and blood was dripping down my hand. I ignored it and sat on the ground again still crying.

I was sitting there for maybe 10 minutes when I heard a knock on the door, I ignored them hoping they would go away.

“Gee?” I heard someone whispered. When I didn’t answer they sighed. “It’s me, Mikey, please open the door.”

“No,” I croaked. “Leave me the fuck alone.” I whimpered and curled in a ball on the ground, closing my eyes. I heard Mikey walk away and sighed. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.

The only reason they haven’t kicked you out yet is because they pity you. The voice pierced my brain and spread the poison around until that was all I could think about, how the only reason I was still in the band is because they pity me. I whimpered and stared at the wall. I was broken from my thoughs by a knock on the door.

“Mikey I told you to go away!” I yelled. I probably shouldn’t yell. My voice was a little hoarse from last night and we had a show tomorrow too.

“It’s not Mikey,” a soft voice whispered. I knew that voice, I fell asleep to the voice every night whispering pointless but loving things to me.

“Well you let me in please?” He whispered through the door. I shakily got up and stumbled to the door sniffing and wiping my red rimmed eyes. I opened the door and standing there was my boyfriend Frank. He had his black parade jacket unbuttoned with his black The Misfits shirt on underneath. His black hair was plastered to his face and sweat was still dripping down it.

I pulled him into the room and shut the door again fling myself to him. I buried my head in his shoulder and sobbed again. I felt Frank wrap his arms around me and led me to the couch so we were sitting down and I was practically in his lap with my head still buried in his shoulder. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of his head.

“He’s right,” I mumbled against his shoulder. I felt him stiffen and stop stroking my hair. “I am a fat faggot who shouldn’t be in this band.”

He pulled away from me and held me out at arm’s length. He wiped away my tears and stared me in the eyes.

“Gerard, listen to me.” I stared into his hazel eyes. “You are not fat, you are god damn skinny. Too skinny sometimes.” I just stared down at the ground and smeared the blood around on my hand. I felt Frank’s hand gently take mine and inspect the hand, he sighed. “This is going to need stitches.” I just simply nodded and Frank sighed.

“What else did he trigger?” He whispered in my ear. Frank knew that when people would say stuff like that about me that I would get flashbacks of the things other people had told me throughout my life.

“The only reason I’m still in the band is because you guys pity me for my depression and don’t want to kick me out because you think I’ll go and do something bad,” I mumbled to him. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into him.

“Gee, listen to me. The reason you’re in this band is because you’re a fucking amazing singer and song writer. The band wouldn’t be here without you. You MAKE the band. You’re the reason we’re so famous. Yeah Bob, Ray, Mikey, and I are in. But you’re the reason there is a My Chemical Romance and without you there would be no us. And we want to help you with your depression. We want to help you get better we would never kick you out because you’re depressed. We would just help get you through it and THEN kick you out.” He grinned softly meaning he was kidding.

I hit him softy but grinned. “You’re so mean you know that right?” He smiled back at me.

“Oh I know I am, but you love me anyway.” I smiled and leaned in softly kissing him.

“I do.”

He whispered in my ear, “And if there were no you, there would be no me. You make up my world Gee. I couldn’t live without you. if you left the band, I would too for I couldn’t imagine a band with no Gerard.”

He kissed my lips softly again and mumbles against them,

“I love you.”

Notes

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