Sorry for the small wait, but for now, just enjoy!

What I just did was stupid. I know, but I could care less right now. I came home, after that horrific call from Bandit, just to overhear Gerard talking to someone, and when I listened to the conversation, I realized what it was about, and so I did the only natural thing. I ran to my room, locked myself in there, threw things around till I found it, open my window, climbed out the window, and crawled down the side of the house, and now am just running. Running away from everything.
I reach a bus stop, and sink to my knees. I have no idea where I am, or what I am going to do, all I know is I grabbed my bag I have had saved from the moment this whole ordeal started, my guitar, and my phone. I curl up, leaning against the pole of the sign, and sob into my knees. This can’t be happening.
As I lay there, tears running down my face, I think of a plan. I will get on this bus, and with the few bits of money I have, catch a train to anywhere. Anywhere but here. I will busk, playing my guitar and singing. I may be able to make a few bucks from it, just enough to by me food and water. I will have to live on the streets, but for the moment, that doesn’t matter.
I hear the bus pull up, and the doors open. I grab out my wallet, and get out two crumpled dollar notes, and hand it to the driver. He nods at me, and I head to the back of the bus and sit down. I feel a knot tighten in my chest as I remember what I am running from.
The fact that MY father, my dad, who never smoked, got lung cancer through SECOND HAND smoke, is just not fair. Frank or Gerard should be the ones with cancer, they smoked. They are the ones who caused this. IT IS NOT FAIR!
I sit there on the bus, waiting for a sight that may be a train station. I look at the scenery, and wonder if this was the right decision or not. I wonder if I should just jump off now, and call for help. No, no I must do this. I need to get away. I need to be my own person. I am no longer Kobra Gerard Way, no, I am someone new.
I am, Kory Gerard Winters, a son who was cast out.
I smile at my new name, liking the way it sounds. I decided to keep the Gerard, as it felt wrong to remove it, it felt like I was removing my family from my life, forever. I want to at least remember them, even when I have forgotten the sound of my mother’s voice, and the face of my name of my father, I still want to have a piece of me to remember them by.
As I gaze out the window, I see something that resembles a Train station, so I press the red button, and wait for the bus to stop. I grab my things and run out of the bus, fearing for some reason it might take off with me still on it.
I walk up to the brick building, and realise, that it is indeed a train station. I sigh muttering a quick curse of relief, and head up to the front counter.
“Hello,” A cheery red head girl chirps from behind the desk, “How can I help you today?”
“Can I get one adult ticket to,” I pause to look at the locations of the train stops, “Claremont, please.”
I decide on that place, as it is not too far away from Gerard and Lyn-Z’s house, but far enough to be at least an hours, maybe a bit more, drive, and that’s not including the LA traffic.
“Sure sweetie,” She smiles, “That’ll be $8.95.”
I hand over the money, and she hands me over my ticket, wishing me a ‘Good Trip’. I nod back to her, as a small thanks, and make my way over to the station.
As I stand there, I feel my insides churn. I start to question if it this is a good idea or not. I think about turning back, but before I can, the train turns up, and I have to board.
I step on to the train, and sigh.
“This is it,” I whisper to myself, “This is your big plan put into action.”
I sit down on a random seat, plug my earphones into my phone, and allow myself to get lost in the music. I feel my throat close up, as I feel guilt settle in my stomach. I shouldn’t have done this. I am such an asshole. I sigh, holding back tears, knowing there is no use crying, it is over. I am leaving, for ever.
I decide to be a moron, and make my heart hurt, so I open my phone and press play on a certain playlist. A playlist labelled ‘FRGM’. It is a playlist, composed of entirely Frank’s, Ray’s, Gerard’s and my dad’s works, just no MCR. So it has music in it ranging from Pency Prep, to Ray’s album Remember the Laughter.
I sigh, softly humming along to my favourite song on the play list, No Shows, by Gerard.
‘It’s not loving, just fucking.’
I sit there, wondering what he means by that line. I know that this song is quite old, and he wrote the album for Bandit, letting her know that he is sorry if he or my dad aren’t there to watch her grow up, but that one line, what does he mean by it?
For the remainder of the song, I sit there, thinking of all the possibilities for the meaning of that line. Does he mean to tell her that if a guy uses her for sex, they don’t love her, that they are just using her? Is it telling her that a band isn’t about love, it is about fucking around? Maybe it is a secret message, saying that he doesn’t actually love Lindsey, that he is just fucking her?
I stop thinking about it when the song changes over, and that final thought pops into my head. Of course Gerard loves Lindsey. Those two are so cute it is sick, but what about my parents? I found out a few weeks ago that my dad cheated on his Ex-wife Alicia with some random fangirl, so what if he is doing the same to mom?
“No,” I mutter to myself, “He wouldn’t.”
I sigh and lean back in my seat, watching the scenery zoom past. I feel myself getting all worked up again when I realise that I have no place to stay, that I am going to have to sleep in the streets.
“You should have thought of this before you did it. Of course you are going to have to sleep in the streets, but it will be worth it once this is all over,” I think, sighing as the thoughts rush my head.
I take out on earphone after a while, so I can hear the voice call out the places. I don’t want to miss my stop.
“Next stop in 5 minutes, Claremont,” A voice calls through the train, and I sigh heavily.
I grab my things, throwing my bag over my shoulder, and my guitar over the other. I make my way to the doors, gulping.
The train juts to a stop, and the doors open. I look out onto the platform, step forward and out of the train. I keep walking until I have left the station, and even then, I keep walking. I have no idea where I am going, all I know is I need to find a place to stay. The sun is setting over the horizon, almost fully gone, and off to my right is a children’s park.
“Perfect,” I whisper, when I notice it is rather big, and has one of those fake play café things, that I could easily hide in.
I look around, before I dash over, running into the little play hut and hiding in it, bellow the fake window so no one can see me. I lie my guitar flay on the ground, as well as my bag, that way no one can see it and rob me. This is clearly then stupidest thing I have ever done, but I don’t care. I am away from my troubles, away from my life, away from who is was.
I am not Kobra Way, run away child who can’t deal with his home life.
No.
I am Kory Winters, a child kicked out by his Christian family.
“I am Kory Winters,” I tell myself, curling into the corner of the play café, “I am not Kobra Way.”
I burst into tears.

Notes

This was 1495 words long. Okay, I am back at school, but I will try to update as much as possible, as we are around half way through the book, a bit more. Next chapter, Declan and Ruby will come in, and for the next few chapters there will be no Kobra’s P.O.V. Also, can you guys do me a favour? The music video B.F.F, a song by Frank, Lily, and Cherry Iero, has a little kid at the very end of it, around 3:04, that looks to be Miles, but when I mentioned it, someone got real but hurt saying it was only Lily and Cherry. Yes those two were the only ones SINGING, but I swear that it was Miles at the end. Can you guys watch it and tell me what you think? Thanks. BBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!