Manage me, I'm a mess.
Brick by brick by brick, these walls begin to cave in.
Chapter 7 is now here. Enjoy.
“Yes, thank you, I’ll talk to you soon,” I hang up the phone and put my head in my hands.
Bandit had called me earlier, crying, saying that she got a hold of Kobra, and he was not happy. He was at school, and was ignoring everyone’s calls, until she called. He had snapped at her, blaming us for everything that went wrong, and told her to fuck off and leave him alone. Something is defiantly going on with Kobie, and I will find out what.
I have just gotten off the phone with Kobra’s old therapist and discussed getting him back into therapy. He is going to hate me for it, but I had to. I have booked appointments up in California where Gerard lives for him, so for the time we are there he can still get the help he needs. I hope everything is going to be alright.
“Hey babe,” I turn around to see my beautiful wife Kristin walking over, “I thought you were going to the studio today?”
“I cancelled,” I tell her, “I can’t go with everything that is going on.”
“It’s okay Mikey,” She tells me, walking over and giving me a hug, “Who were you talking to?”
“Kobra’s therapist,” I tell her, hugging her back just as tightly.
“You booking sessions back in for him?”
“Yeah, I know he isn’t going to be happy, he hasn’t gone since he started high school, but it is the best for him. Something is eating at him and I can’t just stand by and watch my baby boy suffer. I won’t.”
She kisses my cheek and pulls away from the hug, sitting next to me on the couch.
“We will help him Mikey,” She tells me, putting her hand on my knee, “And don’t for a second think this is your fault. You are an amazing father, and no matter what he says, you are nothing but amazing.”
I smile at her, and pull her in for a passionate kiss.
“This is the reason I love you Kristin Way,” I smile at her, pulling away.
She goes to respond, but the phone cuts her off.
“That must be Gerard,” I answer, as I am expecting a call from my older brother.
I look at the caller ID, and see it is not him. It is a number I don’t recognise.
“Hello, Mikey Way speaking,” I answer, quite confused.
“Hello Mr Way,” A female voice answers, “This is Jane from Bishop Alemany High School.”
Why is the school calling me?
“Your son Kobra Way has had a panic attack at school and was found unconscious on the bathroom floor.”
My face pales.
“Is he alright?” I ask, ignoring the concerned look I am getting from my wife.
“He is awake now, but is very scared and unsure. We advise you come pick him up.”
“I’m on my way,” I say quickly, before I hang up the phone, throwing it down on the couch.
“What is going on?” Kristin ask as I rush to the door.
“Get out a fluffy blanket, a bunch of Tim Burton movies and Kobra’s anxiety medication,” I tell her, pulling on my shoes, “Kobra’s had a panic attack at school and they want me to pick him up.”
She doesn’t get to respond, before I rush out the door, jumping into my car, and heading down to the school.
My thoughts run wild as I drive up to the school. Maybe this is why Kobra is so upset? Maybe his anxiety has been acting up again? Oh god, what if he is depressed? Would he harm himself if he was? He hasn’t been taking his medication lately, maybe that is the cause of all this?
I push those thoughts a side, and pull into the schools parking lot. Just as I do, I hear the school’s bell ring. Great. A lot of the kids here are fans of at least one of the projects I have worked on, or one of Frank’s, Ray’s or Gerard’s. This is going to be tough.
I jump out of my car, locking it, and rushing up to the school’s entrance. I walking in, and sure enough, there are quite a few kids out, getting their books and heading to their next class. Hopefully no one recognises me.
“OH MY GOD IT’S MIKEY WAY!”
So much for that wish.
“Look,” I say, trying to sound nice to the group of fangirls, “I would love to stay and talk, but I have to get my son.”
“YOUR SON GOES HERE?!” One of them screams, jumping up and down.
“Yes, his name is Kobra,” I say but before I can continue, they cut me off.
“LIKE KOBRA KID!” Another one yells, crying slightly.
“Yes,” I sigh, trying so hard not to yell at them, “Now, I HAVE to go. Kobra needs me, but if I see you again, I will happily sign something.”
And before they can answer, I rush off towards the office.
I reach the office entrance, and pull open the door.
“Hello,” I say walking over to the front desk, “I am here to pick up my son, Kobra Way. I was called saying he had a panic attack, and was asked to come pick him up.”
“Ah yes,” The lady smiles, “I’ll take you to him.”
“Thank you,” I say looking at her name tag for a name, “Crystal.”
“No problem,” She says, and leads me to a door labelled, ‘Nurse’.
She opens the door for me, and sitting on one of the cots in there, drinking water from a Styrofoam cup, white as a sheet and shaking slightly, is my baby boy, Kobra.
“Hey Kobie,” I say, walking over and kneeling next to him.
“D-dad,” He stutters, breaking my heart.
“Yeah, I’m here kiddo,” I tell him, putting my hand on his arm.
I was then that I realised something. He is wearing my Black Parade jacket. That hurts.
“Let’s get you home, huh,” I tell him, my voice not reaching above a whisper, knowing that I’ll upset him if I speak any louder.
He nods, and shakily gets of the cot, putting the cup on the ground. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.
“It’s okay Kobie,” I tell him, hugging him tightly, “It is over now.”
He doesn’t respond. He grips onto me for dear life, even after I let go.
I walk out of the Nurse’s office, with Kobra still attached to my side like a koala. I go to the front desk, sign him out, and walk out of the office into the school halls. All the kids have gone into class now, which I am very grateful for, as I feel Kobra wouldn’t be able to deal with screaming fangirls right now.
I quickly take him down the halls, passing a class with Frank’s son Miles. I smile at him as I pass, but he just glares at Kobra and turns away. That was odd.
We reach the car, and I unlock the doors. Kobra gets in, still pale and shaking, and I following in shortly after.
“S-sorry d-dad,” He whispers after a while, looking down at his lap as we pull away from the school.
“For what Kobie?” I ask him, my voice soft and caring.
“F-for not being g-good enough,” His voice cracks with each word, clearly holding back tears.
“Oh Kobra,” I sigh, looking over at him, “You are my special, talented, son and don’t you dare think you are not good enough. You are perfect in my eyes.”
He starts to cry, shaking and sobbing.
“It’s okay Kobie,” I say, rubbing his back as we pull into the drive way.
“I-I S-SO S-S-SORRY D-D-DA-D!” He cries, hugging my arm as I stop the car.
It breaks my heart to see my boy so upset, yet I must be strong. For him.
“Shhh,” I say, leaning over and hugging him, “Let’s get you inside.”
Kobra just cries even harder.
I jump out of the car, reluctantly detaching Kobra from my arm, and help him out. I take him into the house where he continues to sob.
“KOBRA!” Kristin cries, running over to him.
The volume of her voice scares him, making him cry harder.
“I-I’M S-S-SO-O S-S-SO-ORR-Y!” He cries, latching onto her.
She gives me a shocked look, but all I can do is mouth ‘I don’t know’.
My poor Kobra.
“Yes, thank you, I’ll talk to you soon,” I hang up the phone and put my head in my hands.
Bandit had called me earlier, crying, saying that she got a hold of Kobra, and he was not happy. He was at school, and was ignoring everyone’s calls, until she called. He had snapped at her, blaming us for everything that went wrong, and told her to fuck off and leave him alone. Something is defiantly going on with Kobie, and I will find out what.
I have just gotten off the phone with Kobra’s old therapist and discussed getting him back into therapy. He is going to hate me for it, but I had to. I have booked appointments up in California where Gerard lives for him, so for the time we are there he can still get the help he needs. I hope everything is going to be alright.
“Hey babe,” I turn around to see my beautiful wife Kristin walking over, “I thought you were going to the studio today?”
“I cancelled,” I tell her, “I can’t go with everything that is going on.”
“It’s okay Mikey,” She tells me, walking over and giving me a hug, “Who were you talking to?”
“Kobra’s therapist,” I tell her, hugging her back just as tightly.
“You booking sessions back in for him?”
“Yeah, I know he isn’t going to be happy, he hasn’t gone since he started high school, but it is the best for him. Something is eating at him and I can’t just stand by and watch my baby boy suffer. I won’t.”
She kisses my cheek and pulls away from the hug, sitting next to me on the couch.
“We will help him Mikey,” She tells me, putting her hand on my knee, “And don’t for a second think this is your fault. You are an amazing father, and no matter what he says, you are nothing but amazing.”
I smile at her, and pull her in for a passionate kiss.
“This is the reason I love you Kristin Way,” I smile at her, pulling away.
She goes to respond, but the phone cuts her off.
“That must be Gerard,” I answer, as I am expecting a call from my older brother.
I look at the caller ID, and see it is not him. It is a number I don’t recognise.
“Hello, Mikey Way speaking,” I answer, quite confused.
“Hello Mr Way,” A female voice answers, “This is Jane from Bishop Alemany High School.”
Why is the school calling me?
“Your son Kobra Way has had a panic attack at school and was found unconscious on the bathroom floor.”
My face pales.
“Is he alright?” I ask, ignoring the concerned look I am getting from my wife.
“He is awake now, but is very scared and unsure. We advise you come pick him up.”
“I’m on my way,” I say quickly, before I hang up the phone, throwing it down on the couch.
“What is going on?” Kristin ask as I rush to the door.
“Get out a fluffy blanket, a bunch of Tim Burton movies and Kobra’s anxiety medication,” I tell her, pulling on my shoes, “Kobra’s had a panic attack at school and they want me to pick him up.”
She doesn’t get to respond, before I rush out the door, jumping into my car, and heading down to the school.
My thoughts run wild as I drive up to the school. Maybe this is why Kobra is so upset? Maybe his anxiety has been acting up again? Oh god, what if he is depressed? Would he harm himself if he was? He hasn’t been taking his medication lately, maybe that is the cause of all this?
I push those thoughts a side, and pull into the schools parking lot. Just as I do, I hear the school’s bell ring. Great. A lot of the kids here are fans of at least one of the projects I have worked on, or one of Frank’s, Ray’s or Gerard’s. This is going to be tough.
I jump out of my car, locking it, and rushing up to the school’s entrance. I walking in, and sure enough, there are quite a few kids out, getting their books and heading to their next class. Hopefully no one recognises me.
“OH MY GOD IT’S MIKEY WAY!”
So much for that wish.
“Look,” I say, trying to sound nice to the group of fangirls, “I would love to stay and talk, but I have to get my son.”
“YOUR SON GOES HERE?!” One of them screams, jumping up and down.
“Yes, his name is Kobra,” I say but before I can continue, they cut me off.
“LIKE KOBRA KID!” Another one yells, crying slightly.
“Yes,” I sigh, trying so hard not to yell at them, “Now, I HAVE to go. Kobra needs me, but if I see you again, I will happily sign something.”
And before they can answer, I rush off towards the office.
I reach the office entrance, and pull open the door.
“Hello,” I say walking over to the front desk, “I am here to pick up my son, Kobra Way. I was called saying he had a panic attack, and was asked to come pick him up.”
“Ah yes,” The lady smiles, “I’ll take you to him.”
“Thank you,” I say looking at her name tag for a name, “Crystal.”
“No problem,” She says, and leads me to a door labelled, ‘Nurse’.
She opens the door for me, and sitting on one of the cots in there, drinking water from a Styrofoam cup, white as a sheet and shaking slightly, is my baby boy, Kobra.
“Hey Kobie,” I say, walking over and kneeling next to him.
“D-dad,” He stutters, breaking my heart.
“Yeah, I’m here kiddo,” I tell him, putting my hand on his arm.
I was then that I realised something. He is wearing my Black Parade jacket. That hurts.
“Let’s get you home, huh,” I tell him, my voice not reaching above a whisper, knowing that I’ll upset him if I speak any louder.
He nods, and shakily gets of the cot, putting the cup on the ground. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.
“It’s okay Kobie,” I tell him, hugging him tightly, “It is over now.”
He doesn’t respond. He grips onto me for dear life, even after I let go.
I walk out of the Nurse’s office, with Kobra still attached to my side like a koala. I go to the front desk, sign him out, and walk out of the office into the school halls. All the kids have gone into class now, which I am very grateful for, as I feel Kobra wouldn’t be able to deal with screaming fangirls right now.
I quickly take him down the halls, passing a class with Frank’s son Miles. I smile at him as I pass, but he just glares at Kobra and turns away. That was odd.
We reach the car, and I unlock the doors. Kobra gets in, still pale and shaking, and I following in shortly after.
“S-sorry d-dad,” He whispers after a while, looking down at his lap as we pull away from the school.
“For what Kobie?” I ask him, my voice soft and caring.
“F-for not being g-good enough,” His voice cracks with each word, clearly holding back tears.
“Oh Kobra,” I sigh, looking over at him, “You are my special, talented, son and don’t you dare think you are not good enough. You are perfect in my eyes.”
He starts to cry, shaking and sobbing.
“It’s okay Kobie,” I say, rubbing his back as we pull into the drive way.
“I-I S-SO S-S-SORRY D-D-DA-D!” He cries, hugging my arm as I stop the car.
It breaks my heart to see my boy so upset, yet I must be strong. For him.
“Shhh,” I say, leaning over and hugging him, “Let’s get you inside.”
Kobra just cries even harder.
I jump out of the car, reluctantly detaching Kobra from my arm, and help him out. I take him into the house where he continues to sob.
“KOBRA!” Kristin cries, running over to him.
The volume of her voice scares him, making him cry harder.
“I-I’M S-S-SO-O S-S-SO-ORR-Y!” He cries, latching onto her.
She gives me a shocked look, but all I can do is mouth ‘I don’t know’.
My poor Kobra.
Ooh this is interesting! Update soon please!
(And about the BFF video, I'm pretty sure it's Miles. I don't know anything for sure but it would make sense if it was.)
10/16/16