Pairing: Gerard Way/OC

Rating: Mature

Triggers: Character death, self-harm

I think this is actually the first fanfic I ever wrote. It's super short and kinda sucky but I decided to post it here anyway.

I was in a creative writing class and my teacher gave us a few objects and we had to incorporate them into the story. My objects were three pennies, a candle, a playing card, the colors red and blue, and a key. So this is what I came up with.

The italicized parts are flashbacks btw.

So let me know what you think and I will love you forever if you leave a vote or a comment :)

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I sit here shuffling through an old deck of cards, picking one out at random. The Queen of Hearts...again...holding that wilting flower that reminds me of death. Well, so does everything else lately.

I dig through my pockets and find three lone pennies. No booze for me tonight. I can't even pay my bills anymore. They shut off my electricity last week. My apartment is now lit by a single flickering candle.

A flash so bright that I could no longer see.

I shook my head groggily and sank back down onto my lumpy couch, squeezing my eyes in a desperate bid to shut off my mind, just for a few seconds.

The screech of metal tearing apart, the feeling of weightlessness, then pain.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a soft knock resounded throughout the quiet room.

"Gee," a gentle voice carried through the wooden door. I shuddered violently... He used to call me Gee.

"Are you in there?"

I flung my hair out of my eyes and walked to the door, pulling it open hesitantly. There stood a beautiful girl with long black hair and gorgeous brown eyes.

Short brown hair, sticky with blood.

Instead of inviting her inside, I turned my back on her and headed toward the couch.

She came and sat next to me, her simple presence filling me with an indescribable pain. Her enormous eyes were filled with sadness and pity, but I wanted none of it.

"Gerard, it wasn't your fault!" she cried, grabbing my hands as I tried to turn away. I didn't want to feel her touch because I knew it would bring back memories.

Driving down an empty road.

I had heard everything that she had to say and I didn't want to go over it again.

"Please, just listen to me," she pleaded but I was immersed in my own thoughts.

Flashing red and blue lights filled my eyes.

"I'm worried about you and I don't want to lose you like I lost him..." she whispered.

Those words brought it all back.

Driving down a quiet empty road, just my brother and I, returning from a concert. It was storming fiercely, but we desperately wanted to get home.

I accelerated quickly, trying to make a green light, when a blinding flash lit the area. I could no longer see and I lost control of the car. A high-pitched screeching sound emitted from my tires as I attempted to pull the car back onto the road, but I never even had the chance.

The horrible tearing sound of metal being pulled apart announced the collision, followed by a feeling of weightlessness. Then the car hit the ground after rolling through the air. Pain followed and I couldn't move. Something that was crushing my chest trapped me and I could barely breathe.

"Mikey!" I cried out, but there was no answer from my brother in the seat beside me.

After what seemed like hours, the paramedics came, the flashing red and blue lights adding to the confusion in my mind. They pried the car apart and took me out first, then they pulled out Mikey. His brown hair was sticky with crimson blood and he wasn't moving.

I was hysterical, crying out to him and attempting to run to him. I needed to hear his voice. I had to know that he would be alright. But the paramedics held me back and all I remember was screaming for Mikey as the blackness enveloped me.

I awoke in a crowded hospital room with nurses everywhere. I shook my head groggily but I was restricted by the mask they had put over my mouth. I couldn't remember why I was there at first but then it hit me.

MIKEY!

I jolted upward, but the nurse gently pushed me back down.

"Where is my brother?" I demanded. The nurse looked at me sadly, then she answered in a reluctant voice.

"He passed away before the ambulance even made it to the hospital."

The pain hit me so hard that I went numb. I knew I should be screaming...crying...something...but I felt so empty inside I just sat there staring blankly into space. Oh God...I had killed my own brother.

"I'm sorry I killed the man that you loved," I whispered to my brother's fiancé.

Her eyes filled up with tears, but I could no longer care. I was so filled with self-loathing and her sorrow only made it worse. I got up off the couch and paced the room.

"I don't blame you!" she cried, but I did. I couldn't live with this pain much longer and she knew it.

"Just promise you won't leave me too," she begged.

"You are like a brother to me."

I almost was her brother-in-law if it had not been for my stupidity. I couldn't promise her anything. She had no idea how I felt. I know she was hurting too but she hadn't killed her own brother.

I tugged on my long-sleeved shirt that hid my scars from the accident and more recent scars that I had made myself. Then I reached down into the pocket of my torn-up jeans and pulled out a key.

"Here." I handed her the key to my apartment.

"Just in case you need someone to talk to."

I know she was hurt and I didn't want to hurt her anymore than I already had. Maybe she could help me as well. Nothing could bring my brother back but maybe she could begin to dig me out of the gaping hole of despair that I had dug for myself.

It wasn't much, but it was a start.