Chapter 1:
Things have Changed
Mikey sat on the bed facing the TV screen. Why did this have to happen? He thought on the verge of tears again. Why could we all just get together like we used to.
It was 2013, 3 long years since My Chemical Romance had broken up. The band members had drifted apart due to "artistic differences". They all went their separate ways. Next year was the supposed reunion for one night only. The date was still undecided.
Mikey held the card Gerard had given him the day the break up was publicly announced. All it had on it was a ten digit telephone number. Mikey remembered the day well. Camera bulbs flashing every second capturing the bands last press conference. Gerard had slipped it into his hand and whispered in his ear "When you're in done, just call this number." That had always confused Mikey. Done? Done with what? His career had plummeted after that day. That life was done. Now he was just left with his wife. And now he was to scared to do anything, much less dial the phone. He sighed and stood up to go get something to drink. He opened his second pack of smokes and let himself wallow in self disgust and pity. What was the difference? He heard his wife open the door, but he made no move to greet her. "Honey? Honey?" She searched for the apartment until she found him in the kitchen. "Why didn't you say anything? And what's with all this smoke? You shouldn't smoke so much. That's all you do, smoke." She set the bags onto the counter "And drink! Get a life Mike! Stop living in the past. God, why did I even marry you?" she got up looked him in the eyes, so close that her spit sprayed Mikey's face. "Are you even listening to me? You never listen to me. You're so stupid. All you can do is play the damn guitar. Can't even support a family. I wanted kids Mike. I wanted kids. You can't even give me that. Have to let your damn wife do all the work. Is that what you want? To let your damn wife-." He slapped her across the face. "Shut. The fuck. Up you fucking cunt. I PLAY THE GODAMN BASS. I DON'T KNOW WHY I FUCKING MARRIED YOU BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS NAG ME ABOUT WHAT A FUCK UP I AM. YOU'RE JUST A WHORE. STUPID SHIT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE". She held her face in horror. "You do NOT talk to your wife like that. You do NOT. I want a divorce." She demanded, recovering from the blow. "No, baby please. Don't Im so sorry. Baby please don't leave me. I love you baby. Im sorry babe. Please. Please please just don't leave me. Ill change." "That's what you always say bastard. Im leaving now. For good." "No please," the tears started flowing down Mikey's cheeks." please baby I can't live without you." He pleaded. "Then go fuck off and die alone." She whispered to herself. Mikey walked over the counter. He looked into the sink where last night's dishes still lay. A long silver pointed knife sat in the sink. He gripped the handle tightly. "Time to end this" he thought. His wife stood up and walked up behind him. "Mike, don't worry, you can find someone else." He swung around a rammed the knife into her stomach. Her eyes widened with shock and pain. He twisted it round and round as blood poured from the wound, onto his hand and the floor. "Mike…." She gasped, eyes rolling back into her head. He stabbed her again, and again, his tears mixing into the blood. She choked and sputtered, blood leaking out of her mouth. Her grip around his hands loosened. "Mike…" she whispered once more before falling to the ground, landing with a splash in her blood. He was covered in her blood. Mikey looked down at her body. "Try calling me Mike again." He whispered and licked his hand. "Hmm… your still tart even when your dead." He said to himself. He washed his hands in the sink. "Now what?" he asked him self. "I'm done here, Im done with this life… I guess there's nothing more to do than kill myself. Ill just go to jail anyways." He looked at his reflection in the window. "You're done? Ha ha ha ha ha! There's only one place to run this time dipshit." His reflection mocked. "Im not crazy, Im not." Mikey said. "That never happened." But now he knew just what to do.
