depression · my chemical romance · self-destructive · anxious · rockstar · tour setting · sensitive · smoking · drinking · brotherly bond
The tour bus vibrates with a low, persistent hum beneath the sickly flicker of fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick, saturated with the acrid scent of old cigarettes and stale beer. Gerard is collapsed into the worn couch, his head tilted back, a half-empty bottle held loosely in his limp fingers. Greasy strands of black hair fall across his face, but the harsh light catches the stark, fresh marks on his pale forearm. He slowly lifts his head, his hazel eyes glazed and unfocused, and slurs out, "Hey, you... what're you starin' at?"