Other Fan Fiction ❯ So long and goodnight ❯ "give me my pills before i rip out your scrawny neck" ( Chapter 1 )
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"give me my pills before i rip out your scrawny neck"
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"give me my pills before i rip out your scrawny neck"
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 678 | Status: Completed
*GERARDS POINT OF VIEW*
Why does this always come back to me when im high?
The memorys hurt so bad, seems like they should hurt a little
less when im messed up like this but they dont. The point of
getting high was to escape from myself but that was difficult to
do and i never suceeded at it. I had to face the bitter truth.
Mikey was dead. And thats the very reason why i found myself
passed out on berts couch comtimplaing suicide again. Not really
comtimplating it just thinking of it really. If mikey had'ent hid
my pills that day, the day he left me.
I would probibly be dead
but he might be alive but the whole thing happend the exact opposite
way. I wanted my pills. I was drunk and angry. Mikey had hid my pills
and would not tell me where they were so i got mad. No not mad it was beyond
anger or any other human feeling. I was drunk and that alone explains it
because when i wasent drunk i wasent gerard. The scene played through my
head like a scene from a movie that you have watched at least a dozen times.
*FLASH BACK*
"mikey im going to ask you one more time where are they"
"im not giving them to you gerard you dont need them"
"you listen to me your going to tell me where they are right
now or im going to rip your scrawny throat out"
It hurt mikey badly to see his brother like this and to hear him say such things
the words themself had a sting to them and he found himself choking back tears
"mikey please."
gerards voice had grew softer,fainter but some how it still held his bitter, drunk tone.
"just please tell me where my pills are"
"no gerard im not letting this happen to you all over again you dont need them"
"they will help me help the band"
"hah as if you probibly dont remember but last year at the warped tour you
were so messed up your pants fell down in the middle of "im not okay" and you
did'ent even know it"
"who do you think you are telling me what i need and what i dont need. you know what
you need to know mikey, give me my pills!!"
The smell of alchohal entered mikeys nose and he knew what he had to do.
no matter how mad gee got or how much he yelled and screamed mikey
would not give him his pills back.
"gerard no, i'll die befor i give you those pills, i mean it. i will die before i let you
screw your life up again"
Gerard pushed mikey into the wall and let his fist ram against mikeys chest.
Mikeys eyes grew bigger and he let out a wail of shock and pain as gerard
continued hitting mikey in the chest.
"WHERE (punch) ARE (punch) MY (punch) F-ing (punch) PILLS!!!!??"
Mikey fell limply to the ground with gerard puching him without mercy.
The door to the tour bus flew open and in came Bob,ray,and frank.
"What the F-" bob yelled apon seeing gerard on top of mikey beating
him in the chest. "GERARD" yelled frankie. Bob ran over to gerard and pulled him
off of mikey and then recieved a hard blow to the face as blood spattered all over
his shirt. Bob balled his hand up in a tight fist ,pulled his arm back and delivered
a crushing blow across gerards mouth but gerard was to drunk to feel it.
"bob stop he does'ent know what he's doing" yelled ray. Gerard sat limply up
against the wall of the tour bus trying to shake the dizzyness of bobs puch and
the six pack of beer he had drank. Bob ignored gerard and ran over to mikey while
frank sat tightly pressed in the corner next to gerard. Through his blood shot eyes gerard
saw mikey laying on the carpet of the bus. He became alarmed when he dident see mikeys
chest rising and falling and the blood clotting and running out of his nose. His eyes were wide
open frozen in shock and gerard knew he had to wake up for two reasons.
1: he would go to jail for murder
2: he would never find his pills
Gerard made a quick attempt to get to mikey but ray grabbed him and wrapped him in
what was more like a unsure hug than an attempt to restrain him.
bob still leaning over mikey started shaking. Each breath rattling in his throaght as sobbing
sounds escaped his mouth. "hes dead" bob said more to himself than to the other three men
in the room "gerard wha- what did you do mikeys dead" rage and sorrow displayed in his voice.
Bob turned a cold and teary glare toward gerard and spat the two words that came so
real gerard felt almost down to earth and sober and wrong " f-ing murder".
*END OF FLASHBACK*
*GERARDS POINT OF VIEW*
I shook my head to get rid of the scene but it only increased the dizzyness of being
drunk. I needed a shower badly because i smelt like a mix of sweat , pot, and beer.
I tried to sit up but was overcome by nausea and let myself fall back onto the couch.
My head hit the arm of the couch causeing my head to hurt worse. I closed my eyes and
tryed to quit thinking and just go back to sleep of course i knew i would wake up in a hangover
and then get high again then pass back out.
These things got my mind of mikey so i was
able to rest a little bit. I wondered where the band was right now. They decided it
would only be right to find a new bassist and then try to get the band back in order.
They had also decided i needed a "little break" from the band and that we would seperate
for a few months and let me get my life "back in order" and we would try to bring
"My chemical romance" back to life. I was supposed to be in REHAB by the order of
the judge but i was happy being wasted on berts couch. The judge let me off the hook for
murder since i was drunk and pled mental unstability.
I really had no intrist in starting the band back up but what would all the kids think.
I was supposed to be thier hero. some hero. It seemed i had let everyone down.
I wondered how much our band had suffered in the music bizz with the death of mikey
and all. Bert had been kind enough to let me sleep(passout) at his house till i got back
up on my feet. I was not doing so well with that since i couldent even stand.
I liked being drunk. Reality hurt to much to be sober.
The front door to berts apartment
flung open and bert walked in with a twelve pack of beers, some a loaf of bread, bologna,
and cigerettes humming a box full of sharp objects. "how we doin this morning gee!"
he asked merily. I moaned in reply to his cheery question. "thats what i thought" he said
with fake dissapointment. "you need to eat something" he said, this time with real concern.
"look your losing wieght your pants want even stay up" he said pointing to my sagging pants.
"bert you got some pills" i asked him knowing he did. "yeah but you dont look like you need
any right now gee your still high from last night". "get me two of the ones i took last night
and a beer" i said firmly. "sorry bud you cant take those with alchohal it will mess you up
big time................Gee are you asleep?". This made my angry that he wouldent do what i asked
but i was to sick to argue. "no just please do like i asked bert."
I heard him walk to the kitchen tripping over beer cans.
*BERTS POINT OF VIEW*
I looked at gerard passed out on the couch and still asking for pills and booze.
He looked totally drained. I went to the kitchen to get his "pills and beer"
I looked on top of the fridge and found a bottle of mussle relaxers and took two
out of it then went in the fridge and got a can of beer and opened it then poured
all but about a third of it down the sink and filled it up with water just so you
could faintly taste the beer in the can. Gerard was so wasted he wouldent noticed how
watered down it tasted.
I walked into the living room and looked at him. His greasy black hair was in strands across
his pale face slightly damp from sweat. Dark bruise colored rings circled his eyes.
"gerard here" i said handing him the watered down beer and the mussle relaxers.
"are these the same pills" he asked looking over the mussle relaxers. "yeah im pretty sure"
i said hoping he wouldent notice they were not. Gerard but the two pills on his tounge and swallowed
down half of the diluted beer, the other half spilled all over his shirt. I sat down beside gerard after
lifting his feet up and then letting his legs lay across my lap.
He had his eyes wide open but
they still looked so blank, he looked almost hypnotized. Small beads of sweat trickled down his
forhead and i felt a deep twinge of pity. I stared almost contently at my friend till i felt him
slum down and pass out again. poor gee. I knew it was hard on him losing his brother like that.
Mikey did'ent die in a car accident or anything like that. something like that would be hard enough
on gerard but to know he actually killed him must have hurt deeper than i knew i would ever
be able to understand. I looked at gerard and wondered how he would die. It kind of shocked me
how badly it hurt to think about losing him. Most likely from a drug overdose or alchohal poisoning.
I had my mind set that i wouldent let that happen. I was going to help gerard through this. I would get him sober and happy then he could go back to his band and they could but out a kick ass cd and everything would all go back to normal.I would try to get him sober in the next week that would be hard enough but my main goal was to keep him alive.
Why does this always come back to me when im high?
The memorys hurt so bad, seems like they should hurt a little
less when im messed up like this but they dont. The point of
getting high was to escape from myself but that was difficult to
do and i never suceeded at it. I had to face the bitter truth.
Mikey was dead. And thats the very reason why i found myself
passed out on berts couch comtimplaing suicide again. Not really
comtimplating it just thinking of it really. If mikey had'ent hid
my pills that day, the day he left me.
I would probibly be dead
but he might be alive but the whole thing happend the exact opposite
way. I wanted my pills. I was drunk and angry. Mikey had hid my pills
and would not tell me where they were so i got mad. No not mad it was beyond
anger or any other human feeling. I was drunk and that alone explains it
because when i wasent drunk i wasent gerard. The scene played through my
head like a scene from a movie that you have watched at least a dozen times.
*FLASH BACK*
"mikey im going to ask you one more time where are they"
"im not giving them to you gerard you dont need them"
"you listen to me your going to tell me where they are right
now or im going to rip your scrawny throat out"
It hurt mikey badly to see his brother like this and to hear him say such things
the words themself had a sting to them and he found himself choking back tears
"mikey please."
gerards voice had grew softer,fainter but some how it still held his bitter, drunk tone.
"just please tell me where my pills are"
"no gerard im not letting this happen to you all over again you dont need them"
"they will help me help the band"
"hah as if you probibly dont remember but last year at the warped tour you
were so messed up your pants fell down in the middle of "im not okay" and you
did'ent even know it"
"who do you think you are telling me what i need and what i dont need. you know what
you need to know mikey, give me my pills!!"
The smell of alchohal entered mikeys nose and he knew what he had to do.
no matter how mad gee got or how much he yelled and screamed mikey
would not give him his pills back.
"gerard no, i'll die befor i give you those pills, i mean it. i will die before i let you
screw your life up again"
Gerard pushed mikey into the wall and let his fist ram against mikeys chest.
Mikeys eyes grew bigger and he let out a wail of shock and pain as gerard
continued hitting mikey in the chest.
"WHERE (punch) ARE (punch) MY (punch) F-ing (punch) PILLS!!!!??"
Mikey fell limply to the ground with gerard puching him without mercy.
The door to the tour bus flew open and in came Bob,ray,and frank.
"What the F-" bob yelled apon seeing gerard on top of mikey beating
him in the chest. "GERARD" yelled frankie. Bob ran over to gerard and pulled him
off of mikey and then recieved a hard blow to the face as blood spattered all over
his shirt. Bob balled his hand up in a tight fist ,pulled his arm back and delivered
a crushing blow across gerards mouth but gerard was to drunk to feel it.
"bob stop he does'ent know what he's doing" yelled ray. Gerard sat limply up
against the wall of the tour bus trying to shake the dizzyness of bobs puch and
the six pack of beer he had drank. Bob ignored gerard and ran over to mikey while
frank sat tightly pressed in the corner next to gerard. Through his blood shot eyes gerard
saw mikey laying on the carpet of the bus. He became alarmed when he dident see mikeys
chest rising and falling and the blood clotting and running out of his nose. His eyes were wide
open frozen in shock and gerard knew he had to wake up for two reasons.
1: he would go to jail for murder
2: he would never find his pills
Gerard made a quick attempt to get to mikey but ray grabbed him and wrapped him in
what was more like a unsure hug than an attempt to restrain him.
bob still leaning over mikey started shaking. Each breath rattling in his throaght as sobbing
sounds escaped his mouth. "hes dead" bob said more to himself than to the other three men
in the room "gerard wha- what did you do mikeys dead" rage and sorrow displayed in his voice.
Bob turned a cold and teary glare toward gerard and spat the two words that came so
real gerard felt almost down to earth and sober and wrong " f-ing murder".
*END OF FLASHBACK*
*GERARDS POINT OF VIEW*
I shook my head to get rid of the scene but it only increased the dizzyness of being
drunk. I needed a shower badly because i smelt like a mix of sweat , pot, and beer.
I tried to sit up but was overcome by nausea and let myself fall back onto the couch.
My head hit the arm of the couch causeing my head to hurt worse. I closed my eyes and
tryed to quit thinking and just go back to sleep of course i knew i would wake up in a hangover
and then get high again then pass back out.
These things got my mind of mikey so i was
able to rest a little bit. I wondered where the band was right now. They decided it
would only be right to find a new bassist and then try to get the band back in order.
They had also decided i needed a "little break" from the band and that we would seperate
for a few months and let me get my life "back in order" and we would try to bring
"My chemical romance" back to life. I was supposed to be in REHAB by the order of
the judge but i was happy being wasted on berts couch. The judge let me off the hook for
murder since i was drunk and pled mental unstability.
I really had no intrist in starting the band back up but what would all the kids think.
I was supposed to be thier hero. some hero. It seemed i had let everyone down.
I wondered how much our band had suffered in the music bizz with the death of mikey
and all. Bert had been kind enough to let me sleep(passout) at his house till i got back
up on my feet. I was not doing so well with that since i couldent even stand.
I liked being drunk. Reality hurt to much to be sober.
The front door to berts apartment
flung open and bert walked in with a twelve pack of beers, some a loaf of bread, bologna,
and cigerettes humming a box full of sharp objects. "how we doin this morning gee!"
he asked merily. I moaned in reply to his cheery question. "thats what i thought" he said
with fake dissapointment. "you need to eat something" he said, this time with real concern.
"look your losing wieght your pants want even stay up" he said pointing to my sagging pants.
"bert you got some pills" i asked him knowing he did. "yeah but you dont look like you need
any right now gee your still high from last night". "get me two of the ones i took last night
and a beer" i said firmly. "sorry bud you cant take those with alchohal it will mess you up
big time................Gee are you asleep?". This made my angry that he wouldent do what i asked
but i was to sick to argue. "no just please do like i asked bert."
I heard him walk to the kitchen tripping over beer cans.
*BERTS POINT OF VIEW*
I looked at gerard passed out on the couch and still asking for pills and booze.
He looked totally drained. I went to the kitchen to get his "pills and beer"
I looked on top of the fridge and found a bottle of mussle relaxers and took two
out of it then went in the fridge and got a can of beer and opened it then poured
all but about a third of it down the sink and filled it up with water just so you
could faintly taste the beer in the can. Gerard was so wasted he wouldent noticed how
watered down it tasted.
I walked into the living room and looked at him. His greasy black hair was in strands across
his pale face slightly damp from sweat. Dark bruise colored rings circled his eyes.
"gerard here" i said handing him the watered down beer and the mussle relaxers.
"are these the same pills" he asked looking over the mussle relaxers. "yeah im pretty sure"
i said hoping he wouldent notice they were not. Gerard but the two pills on his tounge and swallowed
down half of the diluted beer, the other half spilled all over his shirt. I sat down beside gerard after
lifting his feet up and then letting his legs lay across my lap.
He had his eyes wide open but
they still looked so blank, he looked almost hypnotized. Small beads of sweat trickled down his
forhead and i felt a deep twinge of pity. I stared almost contently at my friend till i felt him
slum down and pass out again. poor gee. I knew it was hard on him losing his brother like that.
Mikey did'ent die in a car accident or anything like that. something like that would be hard enough
on gerard but to know he actually killed him must have hurt deeper than i knew i would ever
be able to understand. I looked at gerard and wondered how he would die. It kind of shocked me
how badly it hurt to think about losing him. Most likely from a drug overdose or alchohal poisoning.
I had my mind set that i wouldent let that happen. I was going to help gerard through this. I would get him sober and happy then he could go back to his band and they could but out a kick ass cd and everything would all go back to normal.I would try to get him sober in the next week that would be hard enough but my main goal was to keep him alive.