Identity [Gerard Way] *Completed*

Chapter Sixteen

"Lynx! Wake up."

My vision blurs in and out of focus, my back aching. I did not get a good sleep last night. You never really realize how comfortable a gross, springy mattress in a creepy room can be until it's far away from you.

Let's just say it's a good thing beds aren't made out of grass.

"Lynx? Are you awake?"

I slowly sit up and rub my eyes. We're still under the tree, and Gerard's just sitting there, staring at me. I'm not sure if he was just telling me to wake up or not. I'm still really dazed and sleep deprived.

"What's happening? What'd I miss?" I sleepily whirl my head around, yawning.

Gerard waves his hand in front of my face. Woah. I swear he wasn't sitting this close to me before. "You look bad."

I blink at him through baggy eyes. "Wow, thank you."

His eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, as if realizing he said it wrong. "No! No, that's not what I meant. I mean, you look bad. Like, tired bad." Gerard doesn't look like he knows if what he just said makes sense.

"Okay." I'm hardly paying attention. I have a bad feeling that today is not going to be a good day.

"You don't do well without sleep, do you?" He says, a tired expression on his face, too.

I sigh and nod. "Yeah. I mean, I can sleep on anything... except grass, I guess."

Gerard licks his lips and doesn't say anything after. His hair is really messy and I can only see one of his eyes. He looks ridiculous. In a good way, I guess... if that's possible.

There's a weird silence for a little while. I can't think of anything to say, and Gerard just seems really fascinated with a piece of dead grass. Then there's a gust of wind and the piece of grass drifts away.

"Hey," Gerard lifts his head from staring at the ground. "Do you know what day it is?"

Oh. Well, that's an interesting question. "I have absolutely no idea what day it is, Gerard." Is that sad? To not even know what day it is?

"Oh," He bites his lower lip. "Neither do I."

I tilt my head. "Tuesday?"

Gerard frowns. "No."

"Wed-"

"No."

"Th-"

"No..." Gerard looks like he's really trying to figure this out.

I shrug. "Oh, well. Not like it matters, right?"

Gerard really considers it. "Maybe... but what if it's, like, an important day or something?"

"An important day?" I raise both eyebrows. "Like what? Christmas?"

Gerard smirks out of nowhere. "No! Like, it could be your birthday and you wouldn't even know."

Oh, wow. I guess I never thought of that. "Oh. Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Do you remember your birth date?"

"No," I answer right away, knowing I forgot. "I don't exactly care, either."

Gerard looks at me. "Why not?"

"Well, it's not like anyone would care. Everyone in this city hates me," I shrug, trying not to look as sad about my birthday as I feel. "I wouldn't be getting any celebration."