The Wounds of Our Past // Gerard Way x reader

27. one year

GUYS THIS STORY IS A WHOLE ASS YEAR OLD!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU ALL.
NATE AND EMMANUEL WILL MAKE A RETURN SOON. it's so crazy how much ive changed since this story started. i was so depressed when i started writing, but now im so happy!!! even though you can't tell based off how the story has taken a turn... lol. love yall. you guys make me so happy and you're all so funny like i pee myself. anyways thanks for being apart of this. ALSO IM SEEING FALL OUT BOY SOON!!!

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i looked down in this abyss.
there sat a cardboard sign.
it was small.
i looked around.
i picked it up and quickly read it.
"you didn't follow the instructions."
what instructions?
i don't know what it's talking about.
i decided to start walking.
maybe that can stir my memory up?
i saw something shinny.
but it had a dull shine.
i ran towards it.
it was a little metal bat?
what?
is there just trash here or something?
i picked it up.
it looked like you attach it to something.
didn't that pretty person have one on their nightstand?
wait...
they were in their living room?
or dining room?
i think they had black hair?
wait.
i don't remember how they look...
do i have a belt on?
for the first time since ive been here, i looked down at myself.
i had a black uniform on?
am i apart of a marching band?
there's blood all over me though.
it looks fake.
i think?
i fashioned the little bat on my belt.
i walk again.
what instrument did i play in the band?
was i any good?
i close my eyes and think.
someone was always mad at me whenever i played.
i wonder why.
maybe i sucked at whatever i did.
i sigh.
there's something else in the corner.
i walk relatively slow.
now that im aware of what im wearing, its making me itch.
i approach the object.
it's a cane?
i decided to pick it up.
it goes right above my hip.
whoever had it must have been a little taller than me.
i grab the cane and walk with it.
was i the drum major?
did i lead the band?
i walk around, pretending im marching in a parade.
this feels nice.
but, i don't think i was able to lead often.
actually...
i think whoever lead hated me.
a door opened behind me.
i snap back and see a hotel room.
i rush.
i'm so scared the door will close.
it started to creak shut.
as i was running as fast as possible, the uniform started itching, and scratching all on my body.
i forced my way out.
i look around me.
have i been here before?
no, the one i can remember was a nice hotel.
it was a luxury place.
how'd i end up there?
maybe i was good at whatever i did.
but no, this place...
maybe that void was better than this.
it looks, dangerous.
i don't want to speak bad on motels, but this is crazy.
it's dark.
there's dust and grime everywhere.
i turn to a door.
i can see my reflection from the window next to it.
woah....
i look like this?
and my hair is red?
has it always been red?
suddenly, i see a figure behind me in the reflection.
i turn and see a pale, ghost looking person.
platinum blonde hair.
gorgeous eyes.
they rip the cane out my hand.
i opened my mouth to say something.
i'm stopped by them raising the cane and swinging it.
huh?
oh.
they're swinging it at me.
before i can react, they hit me on my head.
and i fall.
suddenly, im in a church.