Baby Rattle

Delicately touching the glass window, Gerard Way traced the outline of the raindrops that were furiously crashing against the glass. He moved away quickly and fell upon the couch. “Fuck,” he mumbled out as he accidentally landed on a baby rattle. His attitude soon softened as he picked up the rattle and held it closely to his heart. “Oh Bandit,” he muttered softly.

Gerard couldn’t take it any longer. He busted into tears. He tugged at his hair. He fell into a pathetic heap on the floor and continued crying. He opened his eyes for a quick second to look at the wall in front of him. His eyes lingered on the family portrait that was hanging neatly on the wall. Standing there in all her beautiful ways was Lyn-Z holding baby Bandit. Gerard in the picture was standing behind them, hands proudly placed on his wife’s hips.

Gerard’s heart was breaking by the second. Every second that ticked by seemed to take forcefully take a breath from Gerard.

And it was killing him.