I didn't have to be told that Gerard was going to do something stupid. I knew it from the very step I took in this dump. So why didn't I ever stop Gerard from trying to kill himself by searching for Josie? I knew he needed to clear things up with her, and I didn't have the guts to stop him. It's like forcing a bird not to fly, or stopping a fish from swimming under water. It's impossible to stop them without them being miserable, and it's just not right. Birds were meant to fly. Fish were meant to swim. And humans were meant to feel feelings, and suffer from them.
“Do you remember me?” I took a step towards Josie, while she continued to stand still, with a blank stare on her beautiful, decaying face. “Do you still love me?” Another step. “Do you want to bite me?” It seemed as her ears perked up, and her pitch black, empty eyes opened wide. “Change me Josie. Change me.” I begged.
I had nothing worth living for. So why NOT get bitten by a zombie? It would be a releasing and joyful experience. The delicate feel of sharp, jagged teeth, pressing against your soft, fragile skin.
Josie noticed I was hovering over her, and stopped growling. She immediately dropped her “meal,” and tried to stand up, she struggled a bit, but she eventually accomplished it. She wasn't as ugly as most zombies. Since the hospital preserve bodies in the morgue, she still looked like a normal human being, except for the fact that her eyes were completely black, and she couldn't speak or understand a word I was saying. “Josie?” Inch by inch, I slowly backed away. I had feelings for JOSIE, not this godforsaken piece of shit controlling her body.
As soon as I stepped foot on the hospital property, I knew it was a horrible idea. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath. “Did you say something?” Ray asked. “Nope.” I caught up with Gerard who was already walking through the doors. “Did they evacuate this place?” I asked. “Yeah, because there were too many bodies in the morgue that became zombies.” Gerard answered. “Uhm, I'm gonna search for some zombies upstairs. You can stay down here.” He told me as he began to rush up the flight of stairs, towards the “morgue.”
I'm not an idiot. Gerard should know that by now.
I was there. And it was AMAZING. This was my first concert ever, and it was soooo worth it. MCR played NA NA NA, Give Em Hell Kid, The Only Hope For Me is You (this is where the tears began...) Planetary (GO!), Helena, Mama (AMAZING.) The Kids From Yesterday, Teenagers, Skylines and Turnstiles (so so so soooo touching) and I'm Not Okay. Blink 182 were so fucking amazing too!!!! And I loved their random comments ;)
Gerard sang First date for Blink 182, and seriously, it turned me on ;) Mark and Tom kept on calling him "The Dream" xD and Mark said that Gerard dedicated this song to all the
I'm going to my first concert tonight (Honda Civic Tour!!) and I'm nervous as hell, and I'm freaking the fuck out!!
Any tips about HCT, concerts, MCR, anything?!?!?!?! I'm a deer in headlights when it comes to concerts....
-Artistic Agony x_x
I almost got slashed in throat, spit on, tackled, scratched, tripped, and bit by a zombie. In simpler, words, I SUCKED at zombie hunting. Though, I was much better at technology. I set up a computer up in the van, where we could post videos about our zombie brigade. “Neeerd.” Frank teased as he puffed out the smoke from his malboro cigarette. “Frank, come on. Mikey could really help us here!” Ray supported. Frank sucked on the cigarette before answering. “What we need help on, is in the field. Not with some shitty website that no one is going to visit.
HAPPY BIRFDAY MIKEY FUCKING WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have to much badass bass skills!!! And I'll be able to see you tomorrow at the concert! :DDD
-Artistic Agony x_x
“What just happened??” I asked Mikey as he stared into the woods. “No idea.” He simply said. “Is Gerard always like that?” “Eh. It depends.” Mikey replied. “Ah.” I awkwardly nodded. “Let's just put that behind us.” He presented. “Please.” I eagerly agreed.
”Frank?” I softly said as I unburied my face from his chest. “Hm?” “Kiss me.” I demanded. “Why?
hey guuuuuyssss, i am much, much, much better today :) sorry for my depressed complaning and all that shizz XP
Finally. After all these years. Gerard is FINALLY admitting that he's bi. I known ever since 10th grade. After I discovered who I “truly” was, I approached Gerard. He was my only hope, and at the moment, I was his. I've been bugging Gerard in small amounts to tell everyone since high school, but this time, I knew he was going to actually do it.
“Ray? Mikey?” I called out. They responded by grunting. “Good enough.” I muttered. “Gerard has something to say.” I announced.
ive been in school for ONLY 3 days, and im ALREADY depressed!! i usually get depressed around February/March.............
its mainly because of this kid named Brandon. well, you know how girls are >.< hes new, and he's just like me (in how we dress) and i really like him, but since he's new ALLLL the slutty girls flirt with him :( and he seems really annoyed with i try to talk with him. it ruins my long, shit-filled day :c
plus, i feel like im loosing all my friends :C and im having trouble writing my fanfic. im sooooo behind on it. and its sucking lately :(
and dont even get me started on