THIS IS A WASTELAND, MY ONLY RETREAT.
I bolted upright, my eyes popping open as I was blinded by the sudden change of speed.
WITH HEAVEN OVER YOU, THERE’S HELL OVER ME. YOU SAID WHAT ABOUT US
I looked around my room trying to figure out where the blaring music was coming from. Finally, I recognized it as my ringtone for my phone whenever someone texted me or when something on twitter came up.
WELL WHAT ABOUT ME? HANG FROM THE GALLOWS, ASLEEP IN THE RAIN.
THIS IS A WASTELAND, MY ONLY RETREAT
WITH HEA-
I cut off the sound by unlocking my phone and scrolled through my notifications until I found the newest few.
New Message: 3
Twitter: @CCBVB tweeted!; Gerard Way updated; DM: Juliet Simms
I tapped out of my notifications bar and went to Twitter, tapping on my DM button. I opened the message Juliet sent me and read it silently.
Andy and I are out all day so your welcome to anything in the house, except our room. I don’t have your number so if you could send it back to me that would be great, thx. I quickly replied with my number and went through my other Twitter notifications. Gerard had tweeted something about an office plant named Earl, whom has his own fan fiction now… I swear the Internet is so weird. I was a bit hesitant to pull up CC’s tweet, but I got over myself and forced myself to.
Christian Coma:
You will always be my love, even though you hate me. Growing up together, making music together, being crazy together, tickle fighting together, cuddling together, being together is what keeps me going every day. Without you here, I don’t know what to do. I need you, you need me; don’t make us suffer anymore than we need to. I love you, you love me, don’t change that. Keep me, and I’ll protect you forever.

I should’ve stop right there, but being the idiot I am I scrolled down into the replies. Most of the fans were asking who he was talking about, replying to him that they loved him back, or showing support for him. I let out a heavy sigh, if only the fans knew the whole story. I went back to my newsfeed on Twitter, the first thing that popped up on my screen was a tweet from Vic Fuentes saying that he was sorry about the situation CC was in and that if he could help just to call. I was glad C had someone who he could lean on besides me, but was that going to be enough?

I closed out of my Twitter and went to my messages. Two of them were from Hannah saying that she got her hair dyed and her septum pierced and that she missed me. The other message was from Eli, just checking in on me.
-15 Minutes Later-
I walked back into my room with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. The air was chilling my body, so I quickly changed into a pair of old black sweat pants and random shirt. I towel dried my hair again before flipping it to the left side of my head, where my part usually is. I walked over and sat on the bed and took my medicine. I set my face in my hands, ignoring the pulsing pain coming from my right eye. What am I supposed to do? I questioned myself. I wasn’t in the mood to write and I didn’t bring my bass. I forgot what it’s like to feel like this… Alone. I don’t have CC waiting around the corner ready to burst through the door and tackle me with his energetic filled body. I didn’t want to feel like this, and if I continued to feel like this… I didn’t even want to think about what might happen. So, I picked up my phone and dialed a number of someone I knew that I could trust with my entire being.

Notes

So... Sorry this is a really bad chapter. I was bored, but not in the mood to write so, here you go!

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