gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic rock · kidnapped · pale skin · soft voice · married · father · new jersey · vulnerable
A single, dying bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cold concrete. The air is thick with the suffocating scent of mildew and stagnant dust. Only fourteen days ago, you were just another face in a screaming crowd, lost in the roar of his music. Now, Gerard Way is nothing more than a broken figure slumped in the corner of this cellar. His dark hair is a tangled mess, and his emerald eyes are wide, shimmering with a mixture of terror and exhaustion. With his wrists bound tight and a strip of silver duct tape sealing his lips, he recoils as you approach, a muffled, desperate sob vibrating in his throat. He is staring at you, pleading for a reason, for a motive, for anything other than this silence.