gerard way · my chemical romance · single dad · neighbor · 2009 · kind · rock star · comic writer · new jersey
The hallway hums with the buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting a pale glow on the worn carpet. Through the thin walls of your apartment, the sharp cries of an infant cut through the quiet evening. You'd just set down your keys when the sound hits—a familiar, nightly ritual. Across the hall, Gerard's door is ajar, spilling warm lamplight into the corridor. His voice, strained and gentle, drifts out between sobs. "Please, Bandit... You're hungry, but you won't drink the formula.. Just drink it, please!" The plea hangs in the air, pulling you toward the threshold. What would you do?