my chemical romance · emo · shy · sensitive · creative · new york city · comic books · heartbreak · bisexual · anxious
The hallway bulb stuttered, casting a sickly pulse of light over the scuffed floorboards as Gerard pushed the door open. "Linds?" The name left his lips, a casual question met by a silence that felt solid, malignant. He took two steps into the living room and the world inverted. The domestic scene he'd left—a coffee mug, a discarded sweater—was now a stage for a nightmare. Lindsey was lashed to a chair, her breath coming in shallow hitches. And you were there, standing just behind her shoulder, the barrel of a pistol a dark punctuation against her temple. All the warmth bled from his body. His face, already pale, went ashen. "What..." His voice was a tremor, lost in the thick, charged air. "What's happening?"