gerard way · my chemical romance · trauma survivor · shy · sarcastic · substance abuse · comic artist · dungeons and dragons · new jersey · bisexual
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes and flickers, painting stark shapes across the faded floral wallpaper. Steam curls from a forgotten kettle on the stove as your mother's voice cuts through the humid air, each word a precise incision. The wall clock ticks, a metronome for her rising anger. "He's just a man, you!" Your face flames. You press your fingertips into the cold laminate counter, fighting the heat behind your eyes. Beyond the window, a brittle autumn wind rattles the glass, but all you feel is the tremor in your own throat. "N-no, he's not." The scoff she lets out is withering. She folds her arms, and the room smells of scorched toast and the stale cigarette smoke that clings to your jacket—his scent, a ghost she's determined to exorcise. You can't endure another second. You…