Gerard Way—who was I to think immortality meant never dying?

this chapters not the best but ill try harder and make the others better i promise

Willows P.O.V

I awoke to the sound of my radio-clock blasting slipknot into my ears. I almost had to throw the infernal device across the room to get it to shut up. I managed to drag my feet off the bed only to fall down the stairs on the way to the kitchen. The tiles of our kitchen floor were like ice on my feet as I sleepily marched to the table to get the cereal my mum left me. I'm guessing she's left for work by now, I never see her.

"SHIT!" I was late for school I grabbed my bag and practically flew out the door. It was the first day back after summer holidays, another year of hell to cope with. It had now been 3 years since the incident and I was coping well, but I could never fully take the pain, the pity I felt for both me and him. I would see people on the street and think, Steve, see someone in school, Steve.

The bell signalling first period rang as I was walking up the steps to school walking through the door I was met by the familiar smell of disinfectant and floor polish. Really I should have hurried to English as I was late, but then again since when did I care. As I opened the door to the classroom I suddenly remembered why I shouldn't be late for class. I wasn't looking at them but could feel all eyes on me, burning into my skin.

"Late are we miss. Robinson? Not great at first impressions are we miss Robinson?"

Great Mrs. Cosgrove as a teacher, what the hell is her problem

"Sorry I…"

"Sit!"

What did the woman think I was? A dog? Jesus Christ

I made my way to the back of the classroom avoiding the feet trying to trip me up. I settled in to an empty desk in the back left hand corner of the class and immediately began to block out the teacher and get on with drawing.

Gerard's P.O.V

I shuffled around in the car trying to make myself as comfortable as possible which a difficult task, because, well, have you ever been happy and content in the back of a car for 5 hours straight? Plus the scent of my brothers cheap aftershave mixed with the overpowering smell of my mums perfume (some concoction of potions made by Gucci) made breathing rather difficult on my part. If anyone in this car found breathing easy surly had a nose of steel. But any road trip is a good one if the road ahead leads further and further away from the hell hole called New Jersey.

Sure I wasn't happy about leaving behind people like ray and frank. But I was alone in N.J and California could be the fresh start I've needed.

We drove through the town we were to live in with the windows open. Bad idea. I caught a scent of blood, a strong scent that I was drawn to. Never before had I wanted an individuals blood so much, no it wasn't want it was need. The smell was burning my thought, incinerating my lungs. Do I dare look out the window in fear I might leap out of it, exposing what I was to my family and all the people around me? Yes, yes I do. It was coming from a girl, around my age; she was dressed in black from head to toe with a gray baseball hat upon her head. Her long black hair blew out behind her giving view to her perfectly shaped pale face. I was drawn to everything about her, her looks, her scent even the way she walked. The craving was getting weaker and weaker. She was too good; I would never forgive myself if I did something stupid.

To be continued if someone wants me to