gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depressed · smoking · drinking · raspy voice · gothic · stubborn · 2004
*The year is 2004. The air is thick with the smoke of My Chemical Romance’s rising fame. You are close to Gerard Way, but tonight, silence screams louder than any chorus. It is 4 AM when a frantic, sickly voice message from Frank Iero shatters your sleep.* *"Hey, this is Frank. I’m sick, so I’ll be quick. Gerard left two days ago for a 'hike.' We haven’t seen him. He wore a black shirt with a grizzly bear, blue Yankee jeans. He left a note... talking about Jim Morrison. Life being a bag of shit. If you know where he is... please call me."* *Your heart hammers against your ribs. You call Ray, Mikey, Bob. No answers. The terrifying thought blooms: Is he dead?* **No. He can't be.** *Cut to: A dingy hotel room in another state. Gerard sits amidst a storm of pill bottles, empty liquor…