Everything You Can Imagine Is Real {Standalone}
Title: Everything You Can Imagine Is Real {Standalone}
Author: dildoa
Pairing: None, but if you think hard it's Gerard and Frank.
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: When someone close to you dies, it can do strange things to you.
Disclaimer: Not real
Author Notes: THis isn't beta'd but, I'm looking for a beta though to do this for me if I decide to make this chaptered and not just a standalone and for my other new story
Warnings: Death
Everything You Can Imagine Is Real
‘The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.’ - Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity, 2002
His death wasn’t expected, no one knew someone could be so cruel to take a life from a young person. Only 23, he still had the rest of his life ahead of him. Not any more. Michael Way’s life was blown away; literally. It was meant to be a fun night out to help him get over his previous lover, but it ended far from fun. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t drunk, it would be more of a lie to say he hadn’t asked for it. Okay, that was a lie; he didn’t ask for it, he just pushed the crazed man to pull the trigger.
“Give meh your money, kid,” the man spat, cocking the gun and rising it slowly to Mikey’s head. Mikey thought it was a joke, who wouldn’t when you could see two of them? Mikey tried to push past because he was feeling sick and didn’t want to be made to wait till he could throw up the entire intakes of what he had consumed that evening. The man grabbed his black tee, throwing him hard against a wall almost making his skull crack from the impact of the hit. Mikey groaned and didn’t try and move again. The man repeated his request, this time, a lot more slowly so that the drunken man, slowly making his way to the floor, would understand. Maybe this was the worst part for Mikey, or maybe it was when he was taken away from this world, but, Mikey had spent all the money he had brought out with him.
Mikey was in no way rich, he earned just enough to look after himself and his older brother. Mikey loved his brother and his brother loved him back tenfold, if possible. This was the last thought before Mikey slurred his words that made the man pull the trigger, Mikey just wished the last sight he had seen was his brother and not looking down the barrel of a gun.
“I… I’ve got n-none,” Mikey stutter and slurred out of his alcohol smelling mouth. “So go on then shoot me,” Mikey hadn’t meant to say it, he didn’t want to die, but Mikey knew he would have been killed either way so he thought he would say something cool but, if he had been sober he would definitely have thought about his last words again. Saying ‘I love you, Gerard’ for one last time would have made Mikey smile before his world became a complete black obis.
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Gerard hadn’t been out of the house since he heard the news of Mikey. The pain was so hard he had broken down two minutes before his funeral and let his poor bleeding heart let loose through tears. When he saw him lying lifeless in the casket he passed out. Gerard had never felt pain like this before, it hurt much more than a ball hitting you on the head or a punch to the face when your father doesn’t approve of you sexual choices. It hurt so much more than when his mother and father passed on. Mikey was all Gerard had left but now he was alone.
Gerard had stopped crying now, for at least three weeks after the unfortunate event Gerard hadn’t stopped crying once, but now he stayed silent. It was okay seen as he had no one to talk to. Gerard had no friends or family to get in contact with, no one to help him get over Mikey, but now he sat staring out of his window until he threw up from his body needing food, or he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Gerard thought that if he waited long enough Mikey would come walking down the street, through the park and enter the house asking for Gerard so that he could give him a hug and tell him how much he missed him. Gerard knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself, building himself up to only be knocked down was stupid but Gerard could only think that he was due to return sometime soon.
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Gerard needed fresh air; the house was starting to smell, dust was piling up and Gerard couldn’t breathe in these conditions. Gerard couldn’t remember the last time he had showered, that was if he had showered since the death. He felt different as he emerged from the steamy bathroom wrapping himself in a pale blue towel. He felt nothing. No sadness, no pain, no anger, nothing. He dressed in clothes to show he was still mourning. Black. Gerard had always been a happy person, he always wore colour in his clothes, and usually he would wear a bright coloured top just for fun to see how many stares he got. He enjoyed watching people think what a nut job! Mikey enjoyed it more; he always told Gerard how silly he was and how he was embarrassed to been seen with him in that shirt, but Mikey never made him take it off, he always walked by him laughing as people tried to steer clear of their direction.
Gerard didn’t look at himself in the mirror before he left, he could tell his hair wasn’t as scruffy and greasy as before but he had no idea what his face looked like and to be honest, he couldn’t care less. He pushed a pair of sunglasses up his nose and headed out towards the park across the street from his home. It was filled with people laughing and talking with smiles on their faces. Gerard hated it; he couldn’t stand people being so happy when he wasn’t able to feel at all.
He took a seat on a bench next to the football field where there was about 20 teenagers running for a ball. Gerard only being 25 himself would have loved to be able to go out side and kick a ball around with Mikey, maybe go over to the BMX track and see how far he could jump and then make Mikey try to beat him. It was just a game but Gerard always let Mikey win. Gerard just sat soaking in all the air and the smell of fresh cut grass, until he was hit by something hard in the head. The force of whatever it had been, had managed to knock his sunglasses of his head. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down to his feet to see a white and red baseball. He glanced around before picking it up. He picked his sunglasses up but didn’t put them back over his eyes, instead he rested them in is hair.
No one seamed to have chased after the ball, no one asking for him to throw it back so instead he went to search for the owner, just so he could throw it back, twice as hard. Gerard wondered aimlessly around the park for 10 minutes or so but saw no sign of anyone playing baseball, he scratched his head in confusion. A ball just doesn’t come out of no where. Gerard gave up; he decided to return to his bench to breathe in the goodness until he went back to his home. When Gerard came back, a man was sat on the bench. He sat down next to the man stealing quiet glances at him. Gerard thought he was weird looking, but hot. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, a Mohawk and ripped jeans. Gerard stopped staring and played with the ball that was in his pocket, not noticing that the man sat next to him was watching him.
“Is that a ball in your pocket?” the man asked pointing in the direction of the lump in Gerard’s pocket. Gerard didn’t want to talk to this man so instead he showed him and pulled it out of his jacket pocket. The man gasped and snatched the ball out of Gerard’s hands. “That’s stealing, you know?” the man yelled, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Gerard.
“I don’t… oh, is that your ball?” Gerard asked, ignoring the strange glances people was shooting them, to be honest he hadn’t thought the man had made that much noise. The man gave him a funny look then smiled. Gerard couldn’t figure out a reason why he smiled, he had just been so rude then suddenly changed his attitude. The man sat down back next to Gerard and extended out his tattooed arm.
“I’m Frank, Frank Iero,” Frank said, grinning now. Gerard didn’t want friends. He wanted his brother, Mikey was his best friend and no one could replace him, but Gerard wasn’t rude.
“Gerard Way,” Gerard answered taking Frank’s hand. They sat in silence; Gerard had never been one for starting good conversations. Gerard glanced around to see people staring then look away and whisper. Gerard didn’t know what they was looking at or talking about but it was making him uncomfortable.
“So what brings you to the park today?” Frank asked smiling still.
“Oh, I just needed some air, a change of scenery,” Gerard said sighing.
“I understand it’s hard when you loose someone,” Frank said nodding his head. Gerard couldn’t believe his ears, but when he thought of a logical explanation it had been in the local papers what happened, anyone could have known.
“Yeah, he was my best friend,” Gerard choked, trying hard not to cry. He hid his head in his hands so that Frank wouldn’t see his puffy eyes.
“Yeah he was a great guy, he had lots of friends you know?” Frank asked turning to face Gerard fully.
“Did you know him?” Gerard asked having never heard of Frank before, still with his head in his hands.
“No, but I can tell you this, there wasn’t a day go by that he didn’t think of you. Everything he did revolved around you. He truly loved you, man,” Gerard didn’t understand, how would Frank have known that? Gerard looked up to see no one sat next to him but everyone staring at him.
Gerard didn’t say anything instead he stood up to leave. Something tapped his foot; he looked down to see the baseball. He picked it up and pocketed it. Smiling he headed back to his house, maybe all he needed was someone to talk to, to tell him what he needed to hear.
Author: dildoa
Pairing: None, but if you think hard it's Gerard and Frank.
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: When someone close to you dies, it can do strange things to you.
Disclaimer: Not real
Author Notes: THis isn't beta'd but, I'm looking for a beta though to do this for me if I decide to make this chaptered and not just a standalone and for my other new story
Warnings: Death
Everything You Can Imagine Is Real
‘The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.’ - Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity, 2002
His death wasn’t expected, no one knew someone could be so cruel to take a life from a young person. Only 23, he still had the rest of his life ahead of him. Not any more. Michael Way’s life was blown away; literally. It was meant to be a fun night out to help him get over his previous lover, but it ended far from fun. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t drunk, it would be more of a lie to say he hadn’t asked for it. Okay, that was a lie; he didn’t ask for it, he just pushed the crazed man to pull the trigger.
“Give meh your money, kid,” the man spat, cocking the gun and rising it slowly to Mikey’s head. Mikey thought it was a joke, who wouldn’t when you could see two of them? Mikey tried to push past because he was feeling sick and didn’t want to be made to wait till he could throw up the entire intakes of what he had consumed that evening. The man grabbed his black tee, throwing him hard against a wall almost making his skull crack from the impact of the hit. Mikey groaned and didn’t try and move again. The man repeated his request, this time, a lot more slowly so that the drunken man, slowly making his way to the floor, would understand. Maybe this was the worst part for Mikey, or maybe it was when he was taken away from this world, but, Mikey had spent all the money he had brought out with him.
Mikey was in no way rich, he earned just enough to look after himself and his older brother. Mikey loved his brother and his brother loved him back tenfold, if possible. This was the last thought before Mikey slurred his words that made the man pull the trigger, Mikey just wished the last sight he had seen was his brother and not looking down the barrel of a gun.
“I… I’ve got n-none,” Mikey stutter and slurred out of his alcohol smelling mouth. “So go on then shoot me,” Mikey hadn’t meant to say it, he didn’t want to die, but Mikey knew he would have been killed either way so he thought he would say something cool but, if he had been sober he would definitely have thought about his last words again. Saying ‘I love you, Gerard’ for one last time would have made Mikey smile before his world became a complete black obis.
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Gerard hadn’t been out of the house since he heard the news of Mikey. The pain was so hard he had broken down two minutes before his funeral and let his poor bleeding heart let loose through tears. When he saw him lying lifeless in the casket he passed out. Gerard had never felt pain like this before, it hurt much more than a ball hitting you on the head or a punch to the face when your father doesn’t approve of you sexual choices. It hurt so much more than when his mother and father passed on. Mikey was all Gerard had left but now he was alone.
Gerard had stopped crying now, for at least three weeks after the unfortunate event Gerard hadn’t stopped crying once, but now he stayed silent. It was okay seen as he had no one to talk to. Gerard had no friends or family to get in contact with, no one to help him get over Mikey, but now he sat staring out of his window until he threw up from his body needing food, or he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Gerard thought that if he waited long enough Mikey would come walking down the street, through the park and enter the house asking for Gerard so that he could give him a hug and tell him how much he missed him. Gerard knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself, building himself up to only be knocked down was stupid but Gerard could only think that he was due to return sometime soon.
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Gerard needed fresh air; the house was starting to smell, dust was piling up and Gerard couldn’t breathe in these conditions. Gerard couldn’t remember the last time he had showered, that was if he had showered since the death. He felt different as he emerged from the steamy bathroom wrapping himself in a pale blue towel. He felt nothing. No sadness, no pain, no anger, nothing. He dressed in clothes to show he was still mourning. Black. Gerard had always been a happy person, he always wore colour in his clothes, and usually he would wear a bright coloured top just for fun to see how many stares he got. He enjoyed watching people think what a nut job! Mikey enjoyed it more; he always told Gerard how silly he was and how he was embarrassed to been seen with him in that shirt, but Mikey never made him take it off, he always walked by him laughing as people tried to steer clear of their direction.
Gerard didn’t look at himself in the mirror before he left, he could tell his hair wasn’t as scruffy and greasy as before but he had no idea what his face looked like and to be honest, he couldn’t care less. He pushed a pair of sunglasses up his nose and headed out towards the park across the street from his home. It was filled with people laughing and talking with smiles on their faces. Gerard hated it; he couldn’t stand people being so happy when he wasn’t able to feel at all.
He took a seat on a bench next to the football field where there was about 20 teenagers running for a ball. Gerard only being 25 himself would have loved to be able to go out side and kick a ball around with Mikey, maybe go over to the BMX track and see how far he could jump and then make Mikey try to beat him. It was just a game but Gerard always let Mikey win. Gerard just sat soaking in all the air and the smell of fresh cut grass, until he was hit by something hard in the head. The force of whatever it had been, had managed to knock his sunglasses of his head. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down to his feet to see a white and red baseball. He glanced around before picking it up. He picked his sunglasses up but didn’t put them back over his eyes, instead he rested them in is hair.
No one seamed to have chased after the ball, no one asking for him to throw it back so instead he went to search for the owner, just so he could throw it back, twice as hard. Gerard wondered aimlessly around the park for 10 minutes or so but saw no sign of anyone playing baseball, he scratched his head in confusion. A ball just doesn’t come out of no where. Gerard gave up; he decided to return to his bench to breathe in the goodness until he went back to his home. When Gerard came back, a man was sat on the bench. He sat down next to the man stealing quiet glances at him. Gerard thought he was weird looking, but hot. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, a Mohawk and ripped jeans. Gerard stopped staring and played with the ball that was in his pocket, not noticing that the man sat next to him was watching him.
“Is that a ball in your pocket?” the man asked pointing in the direction of the lump in Gerard’s pocket. Gerard didn’t want to talk to this man so instead he showed him and pulled it out of his jacket pocket. The man gasped and snatched the ball out of Gerard’s hands. “That’s stealing, you know?” the man yelled, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Gerard.
“I don’t… oh, is that your ball?” Gerard asked, ignoring the strange glances people was shooting them, to be honest he hadn’t thought the man had made that much noise. The man gave him a funny look then smiled. Gerard couldn’t figure out a reason why he smiled, he had just been so rude then suddenly changed his attitude. The man sat down back next to Gerard and extended out his tattooed arm.
“I’m Frank, Frank Iero,” Frank said, grinning now. Gerard didn’t want friends. He wanted his brother, Mikey was his best friend and no one could replace him, but Gerard wasn’t rude.
“Gerard Way,” Gerard answered taking Frank’s hand. They sat in silence; Gerard had never been one for starting good conversations. Gerard glanced around to see people staring then look away and whisper. Gerard didn’t know what they was looking at or talking about but it was making him uncomfortable.
“So what brings you to the park today?” Frank asked smiling still.
“Oh, I just needed some air, a change of scenery,” Gerard said sighing.
“I understand it’s hard when you loose someone,” Frank said nodding his head. Gerard couldn’t believe his ears, but when he thought of a logical explanation it had been in the local papers what happened, anyone could have known.
“Yeah, he was my best friend,” Gerard choked, trying hard not to cry. He hid his head in his hands so that Frank wouldn’t see his puffy eyes.
“Yeah he was a great guy, he had lots of friends you know?” Frank asked turning to face Gerard fully.
“Did you know him?” Gerard asked having never heard of Frank before, still with his head in his hands.
“No, but I can tell you this, there wasn’t a day go by that he didn’t think of you. Everything he did revolved around you. He truly loved you, man,” Gerard didn’t understand, how would Frank have known that? Gerard looked up to see no one sat next to him but everyone staring at him.
Gerard didn’t say anything instead he stood up to leave. Something tapped his foot; he looked down to see the baseball. He picked it up and pocketed it. Smiling he headed back to his house, maybe all he needed was someone to talk to, to tell him what he needed to hear.