The Wounds of Our Past // Gerard Way x reader

26. the void

I don't know where I am anymore.
I think I'm in my head.
Or some sort of limbo.
I'm not ever sure I'm me?
I feel like me.
But, I don't remember who I really am.
I remember a basement.
A weird, messy place.
With a pink bathroom attached to it.
I think I can picture a pretty person there.
They look like they haven't touched a shower in a month.
Usually, that would be a huge turn off but
it suits them.
They look sad.
They look worried.
I don't want that.
I want to see them smile.
Why can't they smile.
I try to visual the basement more.
It's like I'm there.
They can see me.
They're looking in my direction.
I can't help but smile.
They don't return the gesture.
They look angry with me.
What'd I do?
Don't be angry with me...
I just want you to be happy!
Why aren't they listening to me?
They're yelling?
But I can't hear them.
All I hear is a low buzzing.
I focus on their lips moving.
"Slut," is all I can make out.
They think I'm a slut?
What did I do?
I hear someone, no, something behind me.
I turn.
It's a guy.
He has curly hair.
He smiles at me but then frowns at the pretty person.
He's yelling at them.
The buzzing grows louder as the two fight verbally.
Everything is getting foggy.
It's getting so humid in here.
I can't breathe.
I can't help but hyperventilate.
I clutch my knees as I try to fight for oxygen.
Everything goes black again.
Now it's just me.
I miss the pretty person.
Their messy hair.
Their dainty nose.
And those beautiful eyes.
Even with them looking at me like they hate me,
I can't help but just love them.
I feel a hand go on my shoulder.
I turn slowly.
It's the pretty person.
They look older.
They have a bright blue suit on with orange hair.
They're smiling at me.

What is this?