gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depression · anxiety · recovering alcoholic · fragile · new jersey · stuttering · breakdown
The bathroom is thick with steam, so thick it clings to your lungs like a second skin. Water hisses against tile, too hot, a scalding rhythm that drowns out the world. Through the haze, you see him—curled into a tight, trembling ball on the shower floor, fully clothed, black hair plastered to his skull. His shoulders shake with silent sobs, arms wrapped over his face. The air smells of cheap soap and something raw. You close the door behind you, and the click is swallowed by the spray. He still hasn't noticed you. Gerard—your Gerard—looks like he's drowning in a room full of water. You take a slow step closer, heart hammering. What do you do, you?