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I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 44)

Frank's P.O.V:
The phone rang and rang, but no one ever answered it. I fiercely dialed the number again, hoping Josie would finally pick up. When I thought no one would answer, someone did. “Hello?” A man's voice said. Great, this must be her new boyfriend. “Yeah hello.” I growled. “Is Josie there? I want to talk to the bitch.” “Excuse me?” The man said. “Is Josie there??” I repeated. “Sir, this is Dr. Winman from St. Mary hospital, speaking from Josephine Erikson's phone.” The man explained. St. Mary? That's only a half an hour drive from my house. Josie lied. She never left Jersey.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 43)

Mikey's P.O.V:
I couldn't stand Gerard's depression. It was starting to even affect me. He would sit on a single chair, that would face the window only for the entire day. Gerard wouldn't move from his place. Not even to shower, stretch, drink, or even eat. Frank would have to bring him food, but Gerard hardly ever touched it. Frank would try his hardest to make my brother happy, but Gerard didn't give him the time of day. I knew Frank was secretly craving attention from my brother. I knew he wanted to have a little “fling” with him.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 42)

Frank's P.O.V:
I searched Josie's house, the creek, and the high school. No sign of Gerard anywhere. I was starting to get extremely worried about him. But then it hit me. Gerard said, “I need to forget.” What better way to “forget” about your problems, than to get drunk? I headed for the bar.
Gerard was slobbered across the pool table, attempting to flirt with the waitress. There were empty beer bottles scattered around the floor. “Hey there peeerty la-- Oh! Heh, Frankie!! Ma maaaan!” He belched. “Gerard! What the fuck are you doing??” I frowned.

Megan, please don't cut, please.

Theres this user here, by the name of Darkfaang. She stopped cutting a while ago, but now she wants to start again. She keeps telling me her life is basically a bag of shit, and theres nothing she can do. I'm texting her atm, and begging her not to resort to cutting again.
And she just sent me a pic of her bloodly wrist.
This blog is for Megan. Please don't cut anymore Megan, please don't. All of us Killjys love you. <3

This is her story, if you don't mind, please read:
uhm my story lol well. im only 14 years old. uhm my ex cheated on me with 3 other girls... I was a cutter for a long time.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 41)

Frank's P.O.V:
It all seemed to go in slow motion. The chair lifelessly flew across the room, smashing into the wall. The back legs snapped off, as tiny slivers of wood blew away from the wall. The rest of the chair fell onto the dresser that was underneath. The front legs broke as it smashed into the dresser, creating a deep dent in the wood. “GERARD!” I gasped. But he didn't stop there. He frantically looked around the room, and evilly smiled as soon as he saw the wide open widow. I knew what he was thinking. Gerard quickly jumped onto the window ledge, and clamped his eyes shut.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 40)

Hey guys!! I'm so sorry for not posting part 40 yesterday! I didn't have any internet connection until last night (damn thunderstorms...) i've never been so thankful for internet!! XD So here ya go :)

Frank's P.O.V:
I have never seen him this depressed. He would spend his entire day locked in his room, staring out the window. I was so worried about him. He wouldn't even make eye contact with me, and he would barely speak. He wouldn't even leave the room to get food, so I would have to bring it to him, but he hardly ever touched it.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 39)

Frank's P.O.V:
“What do you want to tell me?” Gerard smiled. I didn't answer. He didn't know what was going on. He was a clueless, happy child, with no worries at all. I knew Gerard wasn't expecting what I was about to tell him, which made my job worse. I had been to hell and back today, and this was the last thing I wanted to do. “What do you want to tell me Frank?” Gerard said, sounding a little bit more concerned this time. “Josie's gone.” I carefully told him as I set my hand on his chest. “Did she go on vacation or something?” He innocently asked. “Uhm, no Gerard, she didn't.” I lead.

Guitaarrr is fuuuunn

So far I know Mama, Welcome to the Black Parade, Teenagers, East Jesus Nowhere, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Sunshine of Your Love, Smoke on the Water, Iron Man, Adam's Song, Smells Like Teen Spirit, and I'm working on 2 songs that I'm writing :)

In December my cousin is giving me his Les Paul for some reason... And I'm very very excited :D I just love playing so much. And maybe next summer, I might teach myself how to play Bass, I just need to raise the money :/

P.S, the picture was taken on IMCRD, I wrote Killjoys on my knuckles :)

-Artistic Agony x_x

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 38)

Frank's P.O.V:
It was about an hour drive back to my house. After 45 minutes of a silent car ride, Josie finally spoke. “Frank?” She quietly asked. “Yeah?” “I'm leaving.” She told me. “Huh?” Josie kept her eyes on the road. “I'm leaving Jersey. And I'm not coming back.” It hit me hard. “Why??” I frantically asked. “Frank, I just murdered my sister. I can't stay here.” She explained. “So what are you going to do?” “I'm packing my stuff, leaving my house to my cousin, and I'm getting out of here.” “That's it?” I emptily asked. “Yeah.” She answered.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 37)

Frank's P.O.V:
I didn't want to go into the storage room. When Gerard got hit by the car, I was horrified from all the blood. But this, THIS makes Gerard's accident look like a little scratch. Jessica lay lifelessly on the floor. Her legs and wounded arms were sprawled out, laying in pools of bright, crimson blood. Jessica's limp, blonde hair was stuck to her cheeks soaking in the blood on her face. She had a massive hole in the middle of her torso, from where Josie had stabbed her several times. As well as two large, deep cuts on both of her forearms. But the worst of all, was her neck.

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