I promised you a sequel, so here it is! If you've never read any of my stories before, please read 'Plans Change, People CHange' before reding this one, as this is a follow on from that. I hope you guys like this.
I'm still writing the Killjoy story, but I was just itching to start writing this one! The chapters to 'The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys' will probably come a lot slower than the chapters to this one. It's hard writing that one, because I have to be more imaginative. xD
This whole story shall be dedicated to Mik_Miky. She's my italian friend on twitter, who can't cook pizza. But its ok, because neither can I. xD She always gives me feedback, and spams my tiemline on twitter with her reactions to the stories, which I LOVE! Keep doing it. ;) So, this is for you! :)
ENJOY!
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Chapter 1 – Life
Gerard
Ten years. Ten whole years since she left, and a lot had happened in those ten years. My Chemical Romance had been on tour for almost two years and released two records; 'I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love' and 'Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge'. It had taken about three years to become famous, but I still didn't have everything I wanted.
I hadn't heard from Christie since six months after she had left., and that was only a picture of my beautiful son, and a small note that read:
29th April, 12:42pm
Six pounds, eleven ounces
Tyler Daniel Finch
I knew Christie had written it; it was her handwriting. I took that picture with me in my wallet everywhere I went in the hope that one day he'd ask after his father, and that I would get to meet him.
My addictions still hung over me; the biggest burden I had ever faced. In fact, they got worse. I couldn't go a day without pills and alcohol. They took away all of the pain, and filled the emptiness I felt after Christie had left me. I had no hope of getting her back, I knew that, so getting drunk and off my face made me forget.
"Gerard, baby, you seem distracted tonight." Chantelle stroked my face with concern. I clambered off her and sat on the edge of the bed, burying my head in my hands.
"You're thinking about her aren't you?"
"It's just one of those days." She sat behind me and rubbed my shoulders.
"I can go if you want…" she was always so understanding.
"If you wouldn't mind." I tried not to be too dismissive. She nodded and began pulling on her clothes, as did I.
"How much do I owe you then?" I reached for my wallet and saw the picture of my son inside it. I stood, staring at it, welling up.
"You know what? You don't owe me anything. Not tonight. Just let me know when you want me next." She smiled, kissed my cheek and left, leaving me to burst into tears. What was a doing with my life? Drink, drugs and prostitutes I thought were helping, but the realisation had struck me that they were only making me worse. But this was my life now, and I had no idea how to get out of it.
Christie
It'd been ten years since I had seen Gerard. I had sent him a picture of Tyler a few months after he was born though; I felt it was only fair he knew about him, and as soon as Tyler asked about his father, I wouldn't keep anything from him. That way, it would be up to him whether or not he wanted him in his life.
Every time My Chemical Romance came on the television or radio, I would turn it off. Listening to the love of my life signing killed me. I wanted to hate myself for leaving him, but I just couldn't. He screwed it up himself. I wasn't prepared to raise my baby in such a poisonous environment.
Laurie had helped me out with Tyler. For those who don't know, Laurie was the friend who welcomed me into her home in Ohio after I left New Jersey. She helped me with the night feeds, looked after him whilst I was a school and college and played with him all the time. In many ways, she was like my sister, and his Aunty.
I had graduated high school and college with honours and become a producer on a television show on MTV. I had money in my pocket, and a career ahead of me. Until I had to leave…
"Mom, why do we have to go to New Jersey? I like it here!" Tyler whined.
"Because my mother has died, and they want me to clear out her house and go to the funeral." I said as I packed the trunk of the car.
"But you hated your Mom…"
"I know, but in amongst all the bad times, there were good times too…I don't want to go back either, but I can't not go. So get in, and strap up." He did as he was told as I said my goodbyes to Laurie.
The drive to New Jersey was long, and both Tyler and I had grown tired of countless games of i-spy. When we arrived outside our new home, his face lit up. Understandably, as it was pretty nice. "Grab some bags, and take them upstairs," he picked up his bags and started running inside, "REMEMBER MY ROOM IS THE BIGGEST!" I shouted after him. I laughed to myself and grabbed my won bags,. As I unpacked I flicked on the radio, but for some reason stopped myself from turning it off when I heard the familiar voice…
"Yeah, the tour has been fantastic, but we can't wait to get back home to Jersey. We're really pleased with how well the record has been accepted, and we want to thank everyone who bought it. You're all superstars!"
"Well, thanks for coming in today, Gerard. We're going to play a song from your first record now, this is Demolition Lovers."
I sat on the bed in shock as the song – my song – our song – began to play. He's coming back to Jersey? Shit! What if I run into him or something? I panicked in my head and switched radio stations quickly. I couldn't deal with this shit…
I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back,
don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See, I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes
And run from them,
from them
With no direction
Run from them,
from them
With no conviction
'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles
But now I'm told that this life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Someone care to classify
A broken heart and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on
And run to them,
to them
Full speed ahead
Oh, you are not useless
We are just misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one role
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles
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