Qualcuno Ci Aiuti (Someone Help Us) - Chapter 1
Title: Qualcuno Ci Aiuti (Someone Help Us)
Author: hitthehighnotes
Pairing: Frank/Gerard , Onesided Gerard/Bob
Rating: NC17
Warning: illness, drug abuse, self-harm, language, mentions of past abuse, suicidal themes
Disclaimer: don’t own My Chemical Romance, just what I write about them.
Summary: Gerard has been ripped away from his family as a result of a stupid mistake. Feeling as though he has nothing left, he finds someone who he needs, and might just need him.
Authors Notes: This is the first multi-chaptered MCR fic I’ve written, and hopefully it’ll be as good to read as it was to write!
He couldn’t remember how it happened altogether. Fragments of memory came to him; going out with Ray, arguing with his brother about going out with Ray, white lines, white pills... Lots of white pills... Ray telling him to slow down, then... Nothing. Next Gerard knew, he was coming to in a hospital bed with tubes and wires travelling from his body into various machines that he had no intentions of learning about. Mikey was sitting by his bed, and for once he didn’t have his phone pressed into his hands, his dainty fingers ghosting over the keys. No, he was empty handed- something must be wrong. Dried tear tracks stained his hollow cheeks and he was shaking with dry sobs. Gerard sat up a little, trying to ignore the pain in his throat and his stomach. Mikey’s head snapped up to him and he let out a choked sound, flinging himself up and onto Gerard forcefully.
“Mikey, what the hell...” Gerard croaked out, but thought better than saying anything else as he felt his brother’s salty tears dripping onto his collarbone. He simply wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, like a good brother should. He hadn’t been a good brother lately. His own tears began to well up in his eyes and he tightened his grip, “Oh fuck, Mikey... I’m so sorry.” Mikey shook his head and pulled back with a sad smile.
“Gee, I want you back. I want my big brother back.” Fuck, now Gerard felt guilty. His brother was only sixteen; he wasn’t even an adult yet, and he’d seen a hell of a lot more than he should have. Gerard blinked back the tears in his eyes and Mikey stood.
“I’m going to get Mom and Dad. I think they want to talk to you about something...” Before Gerard could ask what was going on Mikey had disappeared. Gerard slumped back. He couldn’t believe this. He thought he was having fun. He never meant for this to happen. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother bustling into the room and sweeping him into a bone-crushing hug.
“Oh Gerard...” his mother wept, “Why didn’t you just come and talk to us?! If you had a drug problem we could have helped you sooner! You didn’t have to do... this!” Gerard stopped short. This? Drug problem? He didn’t have a drug problem! He just took a couple of pills too many, it wasn’t a big deal.
“Wuh- what do you mean?” Gerard stuttered. His mother wiped her eyes and looked at him, unnerving him slightly.
“Gerard, honey... You took fifty pills with Vodka. I don’t know what you took, but... Oh, baby, why didn’t you tell us you felt like this?” Gerard was more confused now... He didn’t feel anything except guilt for his brother. His mother seemed to sense his confusion and raised her eyebrows, “Gerard, you should have told us if you were suicidal!” Gerard spluttered out a laugh.
“I’m not suicidal! I never have been!” Donna’s eyes softened and she sat on the bed, taking Gerard’s hand into hers, “Dear, it’s okay to tell us... God, this must be so hard for you,” She brushed Gerard’s hair behind his ear gently, “A doctor wants to talk to you, okay? He wants to help you, and I think you should let him. I love you.” Donna stood and left with a watery smile, his father trailing after her with a small wave. ‘Nice one, Dad. I hope this didn’t affect your fucking job too much.’ A doctor entered the room, pulling in a suitcase. He sat on the bed and smiled at Gerard.
“Hello, Gerard. I’m Doctor James. So, is there anything you want to talk about?” Gerard snorted out a laugh.
“Listen, there’s really nothing to talk about. I went out, took too many pills by accident and ended up here. I didn’t want to kill myself. I don’t want to kill myself!” The Doctor nodded slowly and wrote on his clipboard. Gerard tried to strain to see but it was impossible; stupid doctors with their stupid secrets.
“Okay Gerard, it seems to me you need a break. I think you need to get away from everyone, and the drugs. We’re going to take you to a nice enough place, and it’s not too far away from here-“
“You’re sending me to a mental ward?” Gerard asked, the colour having drained from his face. They couldn’t do this to him! He was nearly an adult, they couldn’t do this!
“We’re taking you to a juvenile psychiatric hospital so you can feel better.” The doctor corrected. He wrote some final things on his clipboard and began to remove the wires from Gerard’s body. Gerard dressed himself mechanically. He figured his parents had consented, and he felt as though he should resent them, but he couldn’t. They were worried about him, he got that. Maybe he had gone too far this time. He was led outside where his family stood by a taxi. Gerard approached Mikey first, pulling him into a secure hug and burying his face in Mikey’s shoulder.
“I love you, kiddo. Don’t forget that, okay?” Mikey laughed, wiping his eyes.
“You’re not going to prison, Gee...” Gerard smiled fondly and hugged his parents before getting into the taxi and waving his family goodbye.
Author: hitthehighnotes
Pairing: Frank/Gerard , Onesided Gerard/Bob
Rating: NC17
Warning: illness, drug abuse, self-harm, language, mentions of past abuse, suicidal themes
Disclaimer: don’t own My Chemical Romance, just what I write about them.
Summary: Gerard has been ripped away from his family as a result of a stupid mistake. Feeling as though he has nothing left, he finds someone who he needs, and might just need him.
Authors Notes: This is the first multi-chaptered MCR fic I’ve written, and hopefully it’ll be as good to read as it was to write!
He couldn’t remember how it happened altogether. Fragments of memory came to him; going out with Ray, arguing with his brother about going out with Ray, white lines, white pills... Lots of white pills... Ray telling him to slow down, then... Nothing. Next Gerard knew, he was coming to in a hospital bed with tubes and wires travelling from his body into various machines that he had no intentions of learning about. Mikey was sitting by his bed, and for once he didn’t have his phone pressed into his hands, his dainty fingers ghosting over the keys. No, he was empty handed- something must be wrong. Dried tear tracks stained his hollow cheeks and he was shaking with dry sobs. Gerard sat up a little, trying to ignore the pain in his throat and his stomach. Mikey’s head snapped up to him and he let out a choked sound, flinging himself up and onto Gerard forcefully.
“Mikey, what the hell...” Gerard croaked out, but thought better than saying anything else as he felt his brother’s salty tears dripping onto his collarbone. He simply wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, like a good brother should. He hadn’t been a good brother lately. His own tears began to well up in his eyes and he tightened his grip, “Oh fuck, Mikey... I’m so sorry.” Mikey shook his head and pulled back with a sad smile.
“Gee, I want you back. I want my big brother back.” Fuck, now Gerard felt guilty. His brother was only sixteen; he wasn’t even an adult yet, and he’d seen a hell of a lot more than he should have. Gerard blinked back the tears in his eyes and Mikey stood.
“I’m going to get Mom and Dad. I think they want to talk to you about something...” Before Gerard could ask what was going on Mikey had disappeared. Gerard slumped back. He couldn’t believe this. He thought he was having fun. He never meant for this to happen. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother bustling into the room and sweeping him into a bone-crushing hug.
“Oh Gerard...” his mother wept, “Why didn’t you just come and talk to us?! If you had a drug problem we could have helped you sooner! You didn’t have to do... this!” Gerard stopped short. This? Drug problem? He didn’t have a drug problem! He just took a couple of pills too many, it wasn’t a big deal.
“Wuh- what do you mean?” Gerard stuttered. His mother wiped her eyes and looked at him, unnerving him slightly.
“Gerard, honey... You took fifty pills with Vodka. I don’t know what you took, but... Oh, baby, why didn’t you tell us you felt like this?” Gerard was more confused now... He didn’t feel anything except guilt for his brother. His mother seemed to sense his confusion and raised her eyebrows, “Gerard, you should have told us if you were suicidal!” Gerard spluttered out a laugh.
“I’m not suicidal! I never have been!” Donna’s eyes softened and she sat on the bed, taking Gerard’s hand into hers, “Dear, it’s okay to tell us... God, this must be so hard for you,” She brushed Gerard’s hair behind his ear gently, “A doctor wants to talk to you, okay? He wants to help you, and I think you should let him. I love you.” Donna stood and left with a watery smile, his father trailing after her with a small wave. ‘Nice one, Dad. I hope this didn’t affect your fucking job too much.’ A doctor entered the room, pulling in a suitcase. He sat on the bed and smiled at Gerard.
“Hello, Gerard. I’m Doctor James. So, is there anything you want to talk about?” Gerard snorted out a laugh.
“Listen, there’s really nothing to talk about. I went out, took too many pills by accident and ended up here. I didn’t want to kill myself. I don’t want to kill myself!” The Doctor nodded slowly and wrote on his clipboard. Gerard tried to strain to see but it was impossible; stupid doctors with their stupid secrets.
“Okay Gerard, it seems to me you need a break. I think you need to get away from everyone, and the drugs. We’re going to take you to a nice enough place, and it’s not too far away from here-“
“You’re sending me to a mental ward?” Gerard asked, the colour having drained from his face. They couldn’t do this to him! He was nearly an adult, they couldn’t do this!
“We’re taking you to a juvenile psychiatric hospital so you can feel better.” The doctor corrected. He wrote some final things on his clipboard and began to remove the wires from Gerard’s body. Gerard dressed himself mechanically. He figured his parents had consented, and he felt as though he should resent them, but he couldn’t. They were worried about him, he got that. Maybe he had gone too far this time. He was led outside where his family stood by a taxi. Gerard approached Mikey first, pulling him into a secure hug and burying his face in Mikey’s shoulder.
“I love you, kiddo. Don’t forget that, okay?” Mikey laughed, wiping his eyes.
“You’re not going to prison, Gee...” Gerard smiled fondly and hugged his parents before getting into the taxi and waving his family goodbye.