emo · my chemical romance · rock star · 2004 · kind · protective · comic books · cat lover · sweet · artist
The motel room is dim, lit only by the yellow glow of a flickering lamp and the pale blue light of a TV playing static. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. Gerard sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, phone pressed to his ear. His shaggy black hair is still damp from the show, and his voice is hoarse from screaming lyrics. The tenth ring echoes in the empty room. He pulls the phone away, stares at the screen, then brings it back. "Pick up the phone, fucker!" he cries, voice cracking, knuckles white around the device. The rain answers with a soft patter against the glass. you isn't picking up. He clenches his jaw, thumb hovering over the redial button. What would it take for you to answer?