I Found The Cure To Growing Older

October 22nd, 1913

Dawson, New Mexico

“Hard work, eh Gerard?” I turned around to see my buddy, Lennon, walking towards me with his trusty pickaxe hoisted on his shoulder. I shrugged as I struck the hard rock again with my own, who I had jokingly named ‘Ash’.

I stood up and wiped the sweat off of my brow and adjusted my miner’s cap, and I cracked my back as got back to work.

“I’ll never get used to the air in here. It’s so hot.” Lennon said, and I nodded, taking in a deep breath and tasting the metaly air on my tongue. Lennon took a rock out of the wall and shattered it with his pick for no apparent reason. He was just like that.

Lennon was a joke-filled, fun, and silly man. He had sand brown hair with sparkling green eyes, and had a generally stocky and well build. He was a great friend of mine, and fun to be around.

“Yeah.” I said back, and Lennon smirked, and I focused my attention back on my work.

As I blocked everything out, the countless strikes of metal on rock were dulled to a faint dinging sound, and the movement of my arms seemed to just keep going and going as my mind went somewhere else.

But, before we go any further, let me introduce myself.

I am Gerard Arthur Way, and I am a miner. Yes, that’s right. I am, more specifically, a coal miner. I work in the Dawson Mines of New Mexico, as the town of Dawson starts to bloom. I am single, but I am not interested in having a relationship. And… that’s about it. I am just another nobody really. Nothing too special about me.

I sighed as I retook control of my body and rubbed my eyes and yawned. I woke up pretty early today to get ready for the tough work today, so I felt pretty damn tired.

And then suddenly, I sensed danger as I whipped my head around to see a group of people stuffing dynamite and other explosives into… something (in this light I couldn’t really see what it was) and my eyes widened.

Surely that can’t be legal… I thought, and I gritted my teeth as I made my way over there, dragging my pick behind me.

“Oh, hey Gerard!” One of the miners called out to me from the group. I recognized him as the infamous Bob Bryar, known for causing minor to major disasters in every mine he went down into.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked him, and Bob shrugged.

“Testing out some things.” Bob said with a smirk, and I scowled.

“Right.” I said, and I stepped back a little as one other member of the group who I couldn’t identify suddenly shouted.

“Okay everybody, stand back!” He yelled, and miners rushed past me, including most of the group, and I joined along with them as I knew this could probably not end well if Bob had something to do with it.

He lit the main fuse and ran like hell, and I watched as the light from the fuse sentenced the explosion of the dynamite.

I watched as the little fire of the fuse disappeared, and suddenly I realized…

I wasn’t standing far enough back.

But I was frozen. I couldn’t move.

And then…

Boom.

An extremely loud explosion rippled through my ears as a white light clouded my vision, and then I felt things being ripped away from my body. I don’t know why I didn’t feel any pain as I swear I saw a leg with my shoes flying in front of me.

Now a ringing noise filled my ears as my whole vision went white, and that was it.

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