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Chapter 9

The group had already picked themselfs up and headed down the street. Gerard, in the mean time, stayed slightly behind the group, not feeling great.

"Hey, Gee? You okay back there?" Mikey called from over his shoulder.

Gerards eyes traced the coal-black horizon. "I'm okay." He responded quietly.


The horrible feeling raged inside of him, slowing ripping his insides apart like he had just had a huge bottle of poison.

He suddenly stopped in front of one silent street. Melrose Drive. Frank stopped, and spun around. "Gee?"

"Um...Gerard? You with us?" Layla asked, obviously concerned.

"Hey, I want to clear my head a bit. Do you think I could go down this street?" Gerard said, ignoring the strange looks from his friends.

"Um...sure? But...don't get lost. Just turn right when you reach the end, onto Old Forge. Okay?" Emma said.

"Yeah. I won't." He shivered. Not from the cold, though. This unexplicable feeling inside him was eating him alive.

He ignored the rest of the worried comments from the group, and walked slowly down the street, silently screaming...the emotional feeling inside him was the strongest he'd ever felt...next to being in love.

And of course...

Hate.

The houses on the street were pretty big, but small compared to the other rich-b***h houses in the town. Belleville was pathetic compared to this.

He stopped at a field, sitting across from a cathedral, where he fell to the ground and screamed to whoever planned on hearing him. The feeling on unexplicable pain and hurt raged inside him...until he looked up...and saw a bump in the horizon.

He tilted his head, through the feeling, and wandered slowly to the crease in the distance.

A dog?

Nah.

A...girl?

It was to dark to see from this distance.

"Hello?"

The person didn't respond. When Gerard had reached the point where he could easily reach out and touch the person, she looked up and her eyes widened.

"Look, if you're planning on raping me..." She stopped and held her tounge. "I suppose no one would care. And at least it means I won't be a virgin before I die." She spat out.

What the hell?
The awkward moments with Layla seemed like cake compared to this girls comment.

"That's probably not true."

The girl was sitting criss-cross in the grass, wearing a black hoodie, and the HotTopic skeleton gloves he had seen in the store numerous times. There was something strikengly similar to a gun in her right hand pocket, where her hand was grasped around it. Her eye makeup was smeared, and her face looked pale in the dark night.

"How the hell would you know? I don't even know who you are." She mumbled, right hand shifting slightly.

"Because I've learned that there's always someone in the world who cares for you." He said. This girl looked suicidal.

"Yeah, okay. You obviously don't know me. I KNOW no one gives a s**t about me. They've told me numerous times."

"Now-what's your name?"

"It's Vika."

Vika? Almost as an interesting name as Gerard.

"Vika. I know that look on your face. It's not time for you to throw in the towel yet."

"What the ********? How did you-" She looked at his pale figure. His soft eyes, caring face..."Are you...like...an angel or something?"

Well, if he knew how many people he's saved...then...I think he'd be qualified as an angel.

"Me? Not really. Hardly, actually."

"I bet you were a perfectly functional kid...um..." She stopped.

"Gerard."

She paused for a second.

s**t. If she was one of those girls who were all about having his babies, then now was a time to jet.

"Cool name." She responded. "I bet you had a perfectly normal life. Friends, family, and a life. I mean, you don't look bad-looking from in the dark, so you had to have someone love you."

"No. I was the class loser. A chubby little highschooler. Someone who thought he wouldn't make it." He thought. "An artist in major denial."

"Of what...?"

"I thought that things would get better on their own...so I drank my mind away every night in my room. I smoked. I hurt myself in many ways...I just...erhh." He stopped. This girl needed saving...he remembered what it felt like to want to kill yourself. He never wanted another person to go through what he had felt as a teen...and was determind to make it better one song at a time. Opening up was a minor price to pay for this girl.

"You look functional now." She said quietly...again...a side effect that Gerard had faced. Everytime he thought of letting go...he would sit silently and think about the consequences.

"I just got over being an alchoholic. I JUST stopped doing drugs." He looked at her. "Look, please listen to me. I know things get hard. I know people may give you s**t. But you have to keep going. If those people don't like you, then they aren't worth it anyway."

"Easy enough for you to say."

"You have to trust me." He sighed, getting exasperated. "If people make fun of you for how you dress, how you look, how you talk, what music you listen to, who you date...I want you to look that mother ******** in the eye, give them the finger, and scream '******** YOU.'"

She looked at him silently. "I really need to know how old you are. Because you talk like Highschool was years ago...but you act like you are a teen." She flipped open her phone and held it to his pale face. "How old are you?? And why the hell do you look so familiar?"

"Um. I've been around." He laughed. "And...I just turned 30."

"No way."

"Yes." He stared at her pocket. "Can I have the gun?"

She looked up at him. "How did you...?"

"I know that look on your face. I've been their. I know what you're going through. And I promise you, you won't be going through it alone." Gerard knew how to handle fragile girls like this. He was basically a therapist with a crazy personality.

She looked sick, and stared at her pocket.

Slowly, the horrible tension that was raging inside of Gerard the whole time had been getting better. The eating feeling had slowed, and he felt as if everything was getting better.

"I..." She bit her lip. Was she really going to give into this stranger?

"Give 'em hell, kid." He mumbled to her, quietly.

She wiped a tear from her eye and pulled the gun out of her pocket, and handed it to him. "Thank you, so much." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

Out of curiosity, he decided to ask the burning question in his mind. "Do you know the band My Chemical Romance?"

"I've heard a few of their songs. Not many, though. They're not bad...why?"

"Oh. No reason." He said.

"Thank you so much." She said, as she silently started to cry.

"It's okay, honey." He leaned over and gave her a comforting hug.

The feeling inside him had totaly disapeared, and he had stood up.

"I won't forget this." She said quietly.

"I won't either. I promise."

Gerard had saved another life that night.
And with another life, another person claimed they saw an angel.
Angels can still find love though...right?

Andther update please?!?!

Chapter 10

Mikey propped his feet up on the coffee table, unconcerned of what Emma would think, it being her house and all. He was to worried about his creepy-a** brother to really care. Gerard hadn't acted this strange since they had written their last song...and still...this was just abnormal...even for him.

"Hey, Mikey, you okay?" Emma appeared in the door way, her eyes trailing from his propped up feet, to his perfectly shaped face

"Yeah." He stared at her. "Oh, haha, sorry about this." He took his feet off the table, sheepishly. "I'm just worried about Gerard. He was being...really weird."

"Yeah, he seems like a strange one. It's weird...because....it's like...normal. He dosn't seem like one of the people you would look at and laugh at, because he's to...like..." She couldn't think of a word to describe him.

How many times has that happened to the girls in the MCRmy?

"Calm."

"I guess you could say that." Her eyes scanned the room awkwardly.

"Yeah, he was always strange like that. It's kinda weird, being my older brother and all, to see him all creeped out. It's kinda funny when he's writing the music, because suddenly, it dosn't matter what we're doing..."
He paused, then continued after a breath.
"We could be eating, cleaning, dancing, watching a movie...and he'll get right up with a strange expression on his face and just...walk right into the other room and write down a bunch of notes...then he'll come out grinning like he just met a really pretty girl, sit right back down again and start singing it for us."

"Haha, I can picture that." Emma said, sliding into the seat next to Gerard.

"Where are the others?" He said, looking at the front door, nervously.

"Upstairs, apparently Jackson had brought that new video game thing...the...Wii or something?"

"Oh, they're so cool." He laughed.

"I know. I don't know how they can find it entertaining. It just kills -" She was cut off, ironically on the word 'kills,' because at that moment, a flustered Gerard stormed into the house and ignored every other living creature staring at him with a 'what the ********' look on their face.. He strode right into the kitched, found a bottle of some type of strong alchohol and poured himself a big glass.

"Gerard? What happned?" Mikey rushed over to his older brother and sat down next to him, concerned. <******** teens of today..." He said with a sorrow-filled look on his face as he explained to Mikey everything that happened.

"Amazing. Gerard, I don't know how you do it." Emma called in from the other room.

Mikey looked from behind him to his brother and laughed. "That's amazing. So...do you like..."

"Have a loaded gun in my pocket? I suppose so." He mumbled.

"Gee! What the hell? Get rid of it. Or...like...do something with it!"

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a loaded gun? I'll just....unload it...and...put it somewhere."

"And...I'm loving how you're handling this like it's something you normally go through every day." Emma mumbled.

Mikey and Gerard stared at each other and burst out laughing.

"Yeah. Things get pretty weird." Gerard laughed, taking a little-to-long sip of his drink.

"Just unload it and put it away." Emma said, playfully taking the gun from him and tracing the creavaces on the barral.

"Give it here." Mikey said, lunging for it.

Gerard smiled, thinking it was just an excuse for him to touch her in one way.

"Emma!" Jackson called from upstairs. "Do you think you could come up here?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. No problem." She made a face and spun to the stairs.

The brothers exchanged glances and laughed again.

"So, is that story true?" Mikey said, still amazed at the feats his older brother managed to have under his wings.

"No, Mikey, I'm lying, this is actually a loaded water gun." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. She was pretty screwed up. The kids here must have gotten her bad."

"How old was she?"

"Try...freshman in highschool? I don't know."

Mikey nodded. He had never been picked on or anything when he was younger, which is why he couldn't relate to well. He always had Gerard to stick up for him and kick the other peoples a**.
Now, thinking about it, the eldest in the family was never there for Gerard...it had finally clicked. Gerard had wanted Mikey to have what he never really had...protection.

Gerard was always the one everyone pointed and laughed at for being totaly diffrent, going with the beat of his own drum. Where some boys in the school wanted to be firemen...or...race car drivers...or archetics, Gerard had wanted to be an artist, and for some reason...that had never gone over well with any of the boys, or girls for that matter, to well.

Mikey was the cooler younger brother who did everything he could to take advantage of Gees protection, and use it wisely.

"Mikey?"

"Hrm?"

"Do you think we're doing enough?" Gerard said quietly.

"What d'ya mean?" Mikey replied, equally quiet.

"I mean...that girl didn't even know who we were. She didn't have anyone to have help her through her time. And...what if for some reason I didn't go down that street? A beautiful girl with a beautiful personality would have been killed by her own bullet." He mumbled, "A mark of giving up."

"I think we're doing everything we can right now, Gee. And don't you ever think for a second that you haven't been doing what you were potentially made for." He looked at the faux-blonde. "Because you're doing more then the next person would ever do."

Gerard nodded. "I feel like...there aren't enough people to help others like that."

"Not everyone think like you Gee. Not as many people see the world coming from our eyes."

"Yeah. I guess that's true."

"Oh! By the way, Layla was really worried about you, after you finish that drink I would suggest going to talk to her. She's in her room."

"Um. Where is that?"

"Apparently, it's in the basement, Emma ran outta room for us. So..she had to MAKE room."

"Ah. That sucks. I'm gonna go see whats up." Gerard said, as he wandered into the hallway.

The hallway was long and creepy, just as he liked it. And the big, dark, wooden door made the trip to the basement not much better. When he opened the door to the stairs, he half expected the room to be as dark and creepy as the hallway in which it connected to.

"Um...Lay?" He called out into the surprizingly lighted, fully furnished, basement room.

"Gerard?" A voice answered.

"Yeah,"

Layla poked her head out of a doorway and smiled. "Hold on a second."
She disapeared in the room and came out, "I kinda had to throw on a shirt. I just showered."

Normally, he would have laughed and said, 'You didn't really have to do that.' But, he decided not to.

"I was kinda getting nervous. Do you wanna tell me what happened?" She said as she pointed to the expensive looking sofa she had sprawled out on.

And, for the second time that night, the 'angel' shared his story.

She didn't say anything when he finished. She leaned in and gave him a hug. "No ******** way." She said quietly, still hugging him.

"Yeah. She...really...made me think diffrently." He almost refused to let go of her, but in the end, fought of his inner-ness and let go.

"That's amazing. But...I suppose you're used to it?"

"I never get used to seeing kids wanting to hurt themself." He answered, truthfully.

Which was true.
For Gerard, at least.

But, honestly,
was anything more then harmless chit chat going to take place between to two 'injured hearts?'

Psh, Well, you'll certainly find out the next Update =]


Comments:

Okay.
Well,
I think my mom is PMSing because she's flipping out at me.
This is the second time.
So,
I'll do more, hopefully,
tommorow.
When finals are
OVER =]

More please. heart

Nice, but do you know what you have to do now???

ZOMG! YOUR DAD IS IN CANADA! YOU SHOULD OF GONE WITH HIM AND COME TO NOVA SCOTIA! Then I could have more than 2 friends!