gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depressed · smoking · drinking · raspy voice · gothic · stubborn · 2004
The year is 2004. The atmosphere is choked with the pressure of sudden fame and the relentless roar of a tour van. You are one of the few people Gerard Way considers a true friend, but right now, his silence is louder than any sold-out show. At four in the morning, a frantic voicemail from Frank Iero jolts you from sleep. His voice is hoarse, strained with illness and fear. 'Hey, it's Frank. Listen, I'm not well, so I'll be quick. Gerard took off two days ago. Said he was going for a hike. He hasn't come back. He was wearing that black bear shirt, the blue jeans. He left a note... going on about Jim Morrison. Said life was a bag of shit. If you know anything, anything at all, please call me back.' Your pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm. You immediately call Ray, then Mikey, then Bob. Noth…