Michael, Interrupted, chapter 1
The rain pounded on the windows, thunder rumbling deep in the distance. My head bounced against the window as the car rolled over bumps and through potholes. I groaned, fighting back tears. It was the day of Billie's funeral. The lump in my throat grew larger as the funeral home came closer. Salty tears rolled from my hurting eyes, down my cheeks, and onto the window. Tré sat behind me, his arms crossed, a very deep hurt in his eyes. Adie was the driver, and thankfully Gerard wasn't in the car. I guess I would've killed him. This is his entire fault! I thought angrily. If he hadn't gone and made Adie pregnant, then I wouldn't be sitting in this car. I had no further thoughts, but instead burst out in tears. Again.
"You okay, Mike?" Adie asked, gently patting my shoulder. I wiped my eyes, inhaled deeply, and nodded, but then shrugged.
"My best friend just died. Two days ago, Adie! You think I'm okay? I'm NOT!" I screamed, pounding the window with the side of my hand. I heard Tre jump.
"Alright, alright. Calm down," she murmured, patting my knee. The funeral home appeared in my blurred vision. I whimpered slightly, but sucked it up, and walked in when we parked. I sat down in the row closest to the coffin. The part where you walk up and say your last goodbye was coming way too close for comfort. The priest opened his mouth to say some more, when the door swung open, clanging against the wall. In swaggered an obviously high and drunk Gerard Way. I gritted my teeth, and crossed my arms. I looked sideways, and saw Adie pale.
"What's he doing here?" I growled into her ear, rage coursing through my veins. She shrugged, and stood to attempt to diverge him away from the room. But, Gerard wanted to see Billie so there was no stopping him. He sat on a seat as close as he could get to the coffin, and then the priest offered to let everyone see Billie for the last time before he went under. Gerard shot out of his seat, and ran up to the coffin. He bent over, and peered at his face. He slapped Billie's face, and laughed. I rose, and charged at him. I tackled him from behind, Gerard's head slamming off of the side of the coffin. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" I screamed, holding his face towards Billie's. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE HIM DO!" Tre ran up behind me, and tried to pull me away.
"Mike, stop!" he cried, pounding my back. I heard everyone gasp, and stand.
"LOOK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU PUT HIM TO!" I grabbed his neck, and forced his face into the cold, cold face of the dead Billie. Gerard tried to push away, but my forceful body wouldn't allow it.
"MIKE!" Tre, Adie, Joey, Jakob, the priest, Billie's mom and dad, step dad and step mom, and basically everyone in the room screamed. I let him go, and backed off. Crying, I shot down the aisle, and somehow ended up in the bathroom. I hid in a stall and bawled my eyes out. Someone came in. A pair of jazzy bowling shoes appeared in front of the door. Tre.
"Mike, you in here?" he asked gently, bending over and peering up at me. "Hey." I unfurled my arms long enough to unlock the door, but then returned to my fetus sitting position. "I know you're upset about Gerard..." he began, but I held up a hand, shaking my head 'no'.
"Don't start talking about him. I'm so sick of hearing Gerard this and Gerard that. Doesn't anyone care about the fact that Billie is DEAD?!" I yelled, slamming the side of the stall. Tre put his hands gently on my shoulders.
"Mike, don't start thinking that you're the only one affected. I am, too. I'm pissed off at Gerard, but you don't see me slamming his head off of the side of the coffin, do you? C'mon, you have to let go. Sometimes things happen, and there's nothing you can do about it." I sat quietly, thinking hard.
"There is something I can do about it," I stated, and pushed Tre out of my way as I tried to exit the bathroom, but he held me back.
"What's done is done! You can't do anything about the past!" he cried, trying to keep me from exiting.
"TRE! JUST SHUT UP AND MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" I screamed in his face. Startled, he let go of my arm, and stumbled backwards. I rammed the door open, and walked up to the coffin, silently and slowly. Gerard sat on a chair, dabbing at his forehead with his bandanna. I slapped him on the shoulder, my way of saying sorry, as I walked up. I heard quiet murmuring behind me as I bent over the side of the coffin, staring at Billie's cold, deathly face. Tears slid from my eyes and dripped onto his cheeks as I gave him a final, goodbye kiss for all the fun and love we had when he was...I couldn't stand it anymore.
I turned away, my hand on my face, and walked up to Gerard. He stood, ready to defend himself, but instead received an apology hug. He was stunned for a moment, but soon accepted that I was trying to make it up to him. I was totally unable to speak, my vocal chords tight with tears.
"You okay, Mike?" Adie asked, gently patting my shoulder. I wiped my eyes, inhaled deeply, and nodded, but then shrugged.
"My best friend just died. Two days ago, Adie! You think I'm okay? I'm NOT!" I screamed, pounding the window with the side of my hand. I heard Tre jump.
"Alright, alright. Calm down," she murmured, patting my knee. The funeral home appeared in my blurred vision. I whimpered slightly, but sucked it up, and walked in when we parked. I sat down in the row closest to the coffin. The part where you walk up and say your last goodbye was coming way too close for comfort. The priest opened his mouth to say some more, when the door swung open, clanging against the wall. In swaggered an obviously high and drunk Gerard Way. I gritted my teeth, and crossed my arms. I looked sideways, and saw Adie pale.
"What's he doing here?" I growled into her ear, rage coursing through my veins. She shrugged, and stood to attempt to diverge him away from the room. But, Gerard wanted to see Billie so there was no stopping him. He sat on a seat as close as he could get to the coffin, and then the priest offered to let everyone see Billie for the last time before he went under. Gerard shot out of his seat, and ran up to the coffin. He bent over, and peered at his face. He slapped Billie's face, and laughed. I rose, and charged at him. I tackled him from behind, Gerard's head slamming off of the side of the coffin. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" I screamed, holding his face towards Billie's. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE HIM DO!" Tre ran up behind me, and tried to pull me away.
"Mike, stop!" he cried, pounding my back. I heard everyone gasp, and stand.
"LOOK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU PUT HIM TO!" I grabbed his neck, and forced his face into the cold, cold face of the dead Billie. Gerard tried to push away, but my forceful body wouldn't allow it.
"MIKE!" Tre, Adie, Joey, Jakob, the priest, Billie's mom and dad, step dad and step mom, and basically everyone in the room screamed. I let him go, and backed off. Crying, I shot down the aisle, and somehow ended up in the bathroom. I hid in a stall and bawled my eyes out. Someone came in. A pair of jazzy bowling shoes appeared in front of the door. Tre.
"Mike, you in here?" he asked gently, bending over and peering up at me. "Hey." I unfurled my arms long enough to unlock the door, but then returned to my fetus sitting position. "I know you're upset about Gerard..." he began, but I held up a hand, shaking my head 'no'.
"Don't start talking about him. I'm so sick of hearing Gerard this and Gerard that. Doesn't anyone care about the fact that Billie is DEAD?!" I yelled, slamming the side of the stall. Tre put his hands gently on my shoulders.
"Mike, don't start thinking that you're the only one affected. I am, too. I'm pissed off at Gerard, but you don't see me slamming his head off of the side of the coffin, do you? C'mon, you have to let go. Sometimes things happen, and there's nothing you can do about it." I sat quietly, thinking hard.
"There is something I can do about it," I stated, and pushed Tre out of my way as I tried to exit the bathroom, but he held me back.
"What's done is done! You can't do anything about the past!" he cried, trying to keep me from exiting.
"TRE! JUST SHUT UP AND MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" I screamed in his face. Startled, he let go of my arm, and stumbled backwards. I rammed the door open, and walked up to the coffin, silently and slowly. Gerard sat on a chair, dabbing at his forehead with his bandanna. I slapped him on the shoulder, my way of saying sorry, as I walked up. I heard quiet murmuring behind me as I bent over the side of the coffin, staring at Billie's cold, deathly face. Tears slid from my eyes and dripped onto his cheeks as I gave him a final, goodbye kiss for all the fun and love we had when he was...I couldn't stand it anymore.
I turned away, my hand on my face, and walked up to Gerard. He stood, ready to defend himself, but instead received an apology hug. He was stunned for a moment, but soon accepted that I was trying to make it up to him. I was totally unable to speak, my vocal chords tight with tears.
