~Prologue~

if you ever felt alone
if you ever felt rejected
if you ever felt confused
if you ever felt lost
if you ever felt anxious
If you ever felt wrong
if you ever felt wronged
if you ever felt unclean
if you ever felt angry
if you ever felt ashamed
if you ever felt curious
if you ever felt used
if you ever felt any of these, congradulations, you are a normal human being. If you've felt all of these at the same time, you're Gerard Way.

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Chapter One:

I walked into the loud building and squinted very much confused. This was sure as hell not Dark Horse Comics Co. We were supposed to be working on Fangs. This looked like a strip joint. I hate those places they are so degrading torwards women and men. It is morraly incorre-

"Hey there sexy" was whispered in my ear from behind, someones body sickeningly close to me. Gulping I turned around and asked "D-do you know where the Dark Horse Comics CO. is? I believe I have gotten the wrong adress" I stumbled through the sentance like a preteen asking about sex. I made sure to keep my eyes on the mans face, not once tracking it down his body. He looked very familiar.
"Oh no. Hell no. You got the right address. Comics? I like geeky, it works for you" he smiled. He began to wrap his, tattooed arms around my neck coiling his tanned body around me. "I- I don't condone stripping. I-I think it is wrong to ob-objectify people and u-use them. P-people are n-not sex objects and should be respected." I replied shakily. "That's so sweet" he cooed licking my neck. "I. God please stop. I can't conentrate on fighting you off when you do that." I begged. His cheeky smile went radiant, and swooped his head down sucking on my neck, "That's the point."
"I'm sorry. It's not that you aren't attractive. For a fact, you are unbelievably attractive, but you deserve so much more than this. Stripping isn't what you deserve, Here-" I said shoving 250 in his hands "Take this and do something good" He took this as a request and began pushing me into a booth. "What the hell are you doing?" I croaked. "You said something good, and 250 gets you a lot. So lap dance, grinding, kisssing-"
"No" I intreupted, "I meant do something good for yourself." I said pushing him off of me and walking at the door trying to forget his short shorts, his shaved legs, his tattoos and sweet breath.

I tried to forget that as I walked in the DHC Co. 15 minuets late. I tried to concintrate on Fangs.

I tried to convince Mikey not to make me go to a strip bar for his birthday.

...But since when was I lucky?

Notes

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