Gerard Way Death Novels & Stories

I was staring at his corpse as I was unable to pull my eyes away. I heard Gertrude cry out the minute she came outside and saw his body on the floor. She quickly rushed to where Celine was and grabbed the bouquet used for decorations. She began hitting the Celine with it. I didn't move an inch, as I was beginning to feel guilty. "You killed him; all he ever did was love you!" Gertrude wailed while hitting Celine. "Stop!" Celine screamed, fighting her off. "You evil witch, you have killed him." Gertrude kept hitting her. But I walked away while the drama continued.

The air was thick and heavy, like we were mourning something. But what died? I didn’t know. We arrived at my house, and Gerard saw me all the way to my front door. He stood behind me while I unlocked the door. As the door opened, Gerard said to me. “So this is the end.” I took an inhale. “Yeah. Seems so.” I tried to sound nonchalant, yet a tremor ran through my voice. “Goodbye,” he said. “Bye.” Neither moved us. We just let the words hang between us, useless.

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

Then with a quivering smile, she closed her eyes and cried. “He was such a sweet boy. I don’t know what’s happening here lately. As their servant, I can’t say or do anything about it. But ma’am River and Mr. Garner are no more on talking terms. They both seem to be in pain, but I don’t know how to …” She stopped and cried some more. Gerald felt like he was here to console every soul on Jeff’s death. After knocking on the study door, he didn’t wait and went inside. The room was partially dark, and a strong whiff of alcohol hit Gerald’s nostrils.

"Are you telling me to stay out of this?" Cynthia suddenly cut Steven off. "I stayed out of Gerard's relationship back then! And look how that turned out." George used to have an older brother named Gerard Snider. In his early 20s, Gerard had a fight with his girlfriend. She stormed off into the street in a fit of anger, and when Gerard tried to pull her back, he was struck by a car. He died instantly, his body torn apart. "Mom, I have someone I like," George said.

He was stuck in some delusion, clinging to a photo of me like it was all still real, telling people I was still his wife. Then one day, Peggy finally snapped. She stabbed Gerard—right in the chest. And when she turned on the girl, my assistant had already called it in. Cops busted in just in time to save her from her own mother. Gerard didn't make it. He died with my name on his lips. Peggy lost what little grip she had left. Now she screamed my name nonstop in a psych ward. And me? I went back to visit Nadine's grave.

“Gerald and I have been speaking and I think this is the right time to tell you guys about it,” “Gerald is a trained police personnel at the Retirement home, he has solid connections with high ranking policemen , so Geraldine definitely will not be getting off this easily,” “After my father’s death, he approached me, he has quite some evidence, we also contacted the security at Geraldine’s house, we found a bottle of Pentobarbital in her waste which was also found in large quantity in my dad’s system as a cause of his death,” “I was able to hack into her phone to see the proof of payment for the particular drug,” Gerald added and we all turned to him.

“I just wanted to be a useful mom. Knowing she’s pregnant with Alex's child hits me every time and being in New York makes it worse. Mom…. “I’ve told you I will take care of her just let her enjoy it. She broke her promise so I will show her the repercussion. I just need to work with patience. Kay honey, Alex is yours in the end I promise… “Let the girl find her life, Martha. She can be there while you do your shit, that shouldn’t stop you. Stop discouraging her, She’s no more a kid.” He said excusing himself to pick up Simon's call. After Gerald walked to his study room, he picked up the call knowing already what was to be said. “Good morning chairman” Simon greeted. “Morning Simon, is Alex

Gerard took a slow step forward, eyes locked onto me like he was waiting for me to slip, waiting for an excuse to handle this his way. “She does?” he repeated, his voice lower this time. “She’s dead.” I forced a laugh. “Like you can get to her before I do.” He didn’t smile. “You won’t.” A jaw ticked. “You think I’m weak?” “I think you’re compromised. I think you're in love. Again.” Silence. Then Gerard sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose like he was already exhausted with my bullshit. “Look, you might have some sick attachment to her, but I don’t. If she talks—”