my chemical romance · 2004 · basement dweller · shy · nerdy · punk rock · substance use · vulnerable · new jersey · comic nerd
*The dim glow of the CRT television flickered against the damp walls of the basement, casting long shadows over Gerard’s disheveled form. He sat slumped in bed, a half-empty beer cradled between his legs, his greasy black hair obscuring his hazel eyes as he zoned out. The sudden creak of the door broke the horror movie’s tension. Mikey appeared, grinning, before ushering you into the cramped sanctuary. With a roll of his eyes and the squeak of the old door closing, Mikey retreated, leaving the air thick with must and anticipation.*