This is the first fanfic I have ever written so be gentle with me. I wanted to see what it would be like if everything went wrong for Gerard Way after My Chemical Romance broke up. Not going to be the happiest story ever but I hope the ending will make up for it!
Did we really end like that?
Chapter 1
He rubbed his eyes as he realised that staying in bed was going to do nothing for him. His hand automatically felt the left of him on the bed: it still shocked him that he was alone now. How long had it been now? 14 months? He groaned as his feet hit the floor and made his way to the bathroom. As he put his hand on the wall, he peed for what seemed like an eternity. The silence was deafening after the flush was pulled and all he could do was turn the cold tap on and wash his face. The reflection as he gazed into the mirror shocked him: gaunt cheeks and a grey tinge to his skin. His hair grey and greasy with the fringe stuck to his forehead. Hard to believe that this was a man that was adored by millions of fans only 2 years ago.
In 2013, he had a nice house in LA, a beautiful wife and a gorgeous daughter. Now he lived in a one bedroom apartment in New York, with a divorce in one pocket and monthly visits of his daughter in the other. His only crime was to break up the band he was in since 2001 and then decide that he could do it on his own. Who the heck was he trying to kid? He thought he was the main member and had totally forgotten about the other three members. Now he had nothing. The divorce had ruined him and the last time he tried to do a concert, only 20 people had turned up. That was in 2014. Now, in 2015, he had a crappy job stacking shelves in a small shop. He grimaced in the mirror then grabbed his shaver. What a good job I have made of my life, he thought as the shaver glided across his skin. After doing this, he threw on yesterday's clothes, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.
It was a short walk to work. His hands shoved deep in his pockets to warm them up. It was freezing that day with grey clouds. Suits my life and mood, he thought sadly. He felt around in his jacket pocket for his cigarettes but realised he had left them at home. He cursed loudly, making an elderly woman jump. He had a choice: go back or buy some more. He took the latter and dived into a newsagents. Feeling better after he light up, he leaned against the wall of the shop he worked in.
Mr Lee was a lovely guy to work for. He ran a hardware shop and always had a smile on his face for the customers. Mr Lee had felt sorry for him when he came into the shop, begging for a job. He was a widowed man with no children, so help was appreciated.
The day went slowly and he found himself watching the clock as he cleaned down the counter for the tenth time that day. There wasn't a lot to be done and they didn't have a delivery until the following day. So this is it? Cleaning, stacking shelves, making coffee, scrubbing floors and being a general dogsbody! God, this sucks, he thought, as he went and put some rubbish out into the bin.
As he walked home at 6pm, the Heavens opened. He pulled up his hood and took a drag from his now soggy cigarette. He put the key into the door and sighed. My name is Gerard Way and I am a loser.