The Light behind your Eyes (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 8 Gerard

Gerard

I must have watched the video 12 or 13 times already. I couldn't make myself stop. It was awful, but I had to try to find some clue, some magical thing that would change what my own eyes didn't want to believe. I knew I had to make the phone call. It would be on the news soon, if it wasn't already. The thing had just been posted. Management called, said I needed to see this. It was the last thing I ever wanted to see. I took a deep breath and searched my desk for me phone. I was under a pile of papers. I quickly scrolled through my contacts and hit send. She was going to flip out. She was high-strung to begin with. I heaved a small sigh of relief when her voicemail picked up. I knew I'd have to talk to her sooner or later, but...My phone began to vibrate in my hand. Damn, it was her.

"Gerard?" I had to pull the phone away from my ear as the pitch of her voice was piercing.

"Hi," I began, unsure what to say.

"Have you seen the news? It's on CNN, our local news, everywhere. I've had three reporters call me in the last five minutes,"

"Yeah, I've seen it. Have you seen the video?"

"No. All it's showing right now is the police-chief in Texas and some FBI agents talking to the anchor."

"It's on the net, you know." I told her quietly.

"I know, but hasn't YouTube pulled it down? That's what the reporters are saying. This is bullshit, Gerard, she didn't do it," When I didn't respond right away, her voice took on the quality of a dog whistle. "You believe it too, don't you?"

"Come on, Julianne, calm down. I didn't say that. I just don't know what to think right now."

She sobbed heavily into the phone.

"This isn't fair. Someone is setting her up. No one fucking understands that October isn't like that. She isn't this monster everyone is trying to turn her into. Not only do they think she kidnapped him, but now she's torturing him."

"Julianne, calm down. Hysterics aren't going to do any good."

"Don't you fucking tell me..."

"You need to watch the video," I cut her off before my ass was chewed completely off. "Then you can draw your own conclusions. Do you really think I would have made this phone call if I fully believed what I saw?"

She was much quieter this time when she spoke. "How can I get a hold of it? If they pulled it down..."

"Seriously? YouTube might have been where it was first posted, but it's all over the place now. Just Google Frank's or October's names. You'll find it."

I could hear her clicking buttons on her computer. "Holy shit, Gerard..."

"What?"

"There are 513,000 entries for October Phelps,"

"I know, she's famous,"

"She never wanted to be this kind of famous," Julianne muttered. "Oh my God, these people are being so mean."

I knew what she was looking at. I'd seen the death threats from angry fans. Some of things posted weren't for the faint of heart. There were explicit explanations of ways to take October's life.

"Okay," She breathed. "I'm going to watch it now."

I turned back to my own computer and hit the play button again while Julianne did the same.

The title was: Frank Iero: How She Likes to Hurt Him. It was posted by Anonymous. That was actually the name of the author.

The screen was blank at first with muffled sounds in the background. A light suddenly flooded the room, and Frank came into frame. He was hanging by a rope from the ceiling. The video jumped a couple of times, and it made me wonder if something crucial had been edited out. I heard Julianne gasp. October came running into sight. She wrapped her arms around his legs and appeared to be lifting him up, but then said, "You're getting what you deserve."