Gerard Way: A Narrative Fiction

If my friends bothered to notice how different I looked, they didn’t say anything about it. I only wore giant, comfortable sweaters, I had large bags under my eyes, and I had stopped wearing makeup after that first week. I could barely sleep because all I could see when I closed my eyes was the shadow. I was a walking corpse powered by coffee and energy drinks. The one positive change was that I had started listening to My Chemical Romance again, which was the one string of sanity I had left. I began to relate more and more to Gerard Way’s pained lyrics, “They’re gonna rip up your heads/Your aspirations to shreds/Another cog in the murder machine.” Just knowing that my favorite singer knew what I was going through made me happier.
I had been worrying so much about my own shadow that I had stopped taking notice of Giselle, who …show more content…
“Oh! Well I’m sorry...I know how horrible it is…” I mumbled, “Do you think...there’s anything we could do together?”
Giselle paused for a moment to think, then replied, “I don’t know...but we can always try.” I always loved her loyalty; even now, she was willing to do anything to help me without question.
We tried to brainstorm some ideas; I had mentioned trying to use light, and she added that she tried to use a fan to blow the shadow away, but neither idea had worked.
“I’ve also tried...attacking it...which may seem a bit intense for the situation, and it definitely did not help at all,” Giselle said, as she held her matching knife, engraved with, “Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.” I was overjoyed that she had kept it in great condition after all these years.
“So have I…” I replied, fidgeting with the sleeves of my sweater. We stared at each other, trying to come up with a solution. I had always been entranced by her eyes; they were such a dark brown that they appeared to mix with her pupils, creating two black holes that seemed to be able to read your innermost