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I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 36)

Josie's P.O.V:
I looked at my hands. My sister's blood soaked into my skin, as well as all of my clothes. Puddles of blood were scattered all over the tiled floor. I puffed out air, as heavy tears began to stream down my face, and onto my sister's bloody corpse. I quickly turned my head around, to make sure no one was there. I gasped as soon as I saw Frank's face starring through the window. I had no choice but to let him in. I quickly crawled to the door, and unlocked it for him. But Frank didn't come in. He continued to stare at Jessica's lifeless, bloody body.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 35)

Hey guys,
Just to warn you, part 35 is a bit.... uhh... bloody, heh. If you're like me, I throw up when I see blood, but I love writing about it ;)

Frank's P.O.V:
I started to walk around the pharmacy to ease my boredom, wondering what took them so long. “Probably some shitty girl talk.” I thought out loud. I ran my finger across the shelves, tipping over some small bandage boxes. Dust collected on my finger tips, but I still continued to glide my finger along the shelves. I loudly sighed as I dreaded the thought of Jessica all over me.

Josie's P.O.V:
I could see terror leaking out of her

Cutest chin ever??

I think so :3

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 34)

Josie's P.O.V:
I locked the door shut once Jessica stepped in. “Why are you closing the door?” She skeptically asked. “Uh, so no one can disturb us.” I made up. “Okay.” She smacked her lips. “So what's the strongest you have? Frank's a cute boy, and I wanna fuck him up.” Jessica giggled. “Ugh.” I sighed. “Why are you even doing this?” I angrily asked. “Doing what?” She sassed. “ALL OF THIS!” I pointed out.

Three Cheers for 7 Years!!

Congrats Gee, 7 years of being sober :)
You continue to inspire me in every way possible, more and more each day <3

(I wrote Three Cheers for 7 Years on my leg and hand.... Come on everybody!! Write it on your arms! Legs! Shoulders! Fuck it, YOUR FACE! Come one people!! Do it for Gee :D)

-Artistic Agony x_x

I Live for Today, Not Tomoorow (part 33)

Frank's P.O.V:
I was forced to walk hand in hand with Jessica Erikson in public. My worst nightmare. “Let's stop by the pharmacy first, I need to get something.” She told me. I quietly gasped to myself. Josie works there. “Uh, Jessica--” She gave me a cold look. I deeply sighed. “Hon,” I tensely spat, “do I need to go to the pharmacy with you? Can't I just stay outside?” “No.” She hissed as she dug her nails into my flesh.

Josie's P.O.V:
I never thought that I would see this, not even in a million years. Jessica Erikson holding hands with Frank.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 32)

Gerard's P.O.V:
Things were going as usual, if you even consider calling MY life “normal.” Mikey had moved out of Frank's house, and back with mom and dad, and I was living with Frankie now. I was sleeping in his guest room. I was actually recovering pretty well from my accident and coma, at least that's what Dr. Ryman told me. I kept on having this massive headaches, as well as torturous pain throughout my body, so I stayed in bed most of the day. Mikey, and Josie would often come visit me, making me feel like I was actually loved.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 31)

Frank's P.O.V:
I slowly got off of him, careful not to harm his fragile body. Gerard lied in the bed, smiling to himself. “Thanks man.” He sincerely said. “For what?” Gerard pulled out an empty pillow case from under the bed. “You saved me.” He told me. “Huh?” I was still confused. Gerard lightly tied the pillow case around his neck. “Get it now?” He irritatedly asked. “GERARD!” I yelled at him. “Why would you do that??” “I'm hideous.” He shamefully confessed. I sighed as I sat down next to him. “No matter how ugly you get, I'm always gonna love you.” I softly kissed his lips.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 30)

A killjoy here recently posted this blog:, and if you don't mind, please read my comment.
Look, if you hate Frerard I'm sorry. I don't want to offend anyone, and remind you I wrote this blog BEFORE I even started writing this fanfic:
I'm a deeply sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry if I make anyone mad by writing this. And I espeically don't want part of the MCRmy hating me.

Frank's P.O.V:
Gerard hardly had a face anymore.

I'm creeped out, and slightly scared... O_____O

I normally don't post much about my personal life, much less things about boys, but I think I'm being stalked...

This kid named Tyler (who's kinda cute...) texted me at like 12:00 in the morning, and asked if his cousin "Brad" could have my number, because "Brad is lonely and has no one to talk to" and he's 15... I'm 13. I mean dude, doesn't this sound a little weird???

So then at 12:25, Tyler calls me. I answer, but all I can hear is screaming, and someone saying something that I couldn't understand, then he hangs up. Then he calls me ANOTHER 4 times, but I don't answer.

And Tyler just