Josie's eyes opened wide, as she ran up to me, squealing with delight. We tightly hugged each other, but the sound of shattering glass interrupted us. “What the fuck??” I yelled in surprise. My bedroom window was scattered on the floor. “Look. ” Josie said, as she pointed at a rock that lied in the middle of the mess. I slowly reached down, careful not to cut myself with the glass. “Some douche must have thrown it up here.” I growled. “Jessica.” Josie snarled. “GAHH! I hate that bitch!” I complained. “Yeah me t--” Josie was cut off by the sound of a door slamming open.
She held me close for hours. Her warm arms comforted me, and they soothed my desperate sobs. Finally, when I had calmed down, she decided to talk. “Frank, what happened between you and Mikey?” Josie carefully asked. “We had a fight...” I quietly answered. “About what?” I didn't respond. I had told Mikey how I felt about Gerard, which wasn't a good idea. I decided to keep my mouth shut this time. “I don't feel like talking about it.” I shuddered. “That's fine sweetie.” She faintly smiled, and continued to hold me.
I called Frank's phone several times, but no one
The phone began to ring. It rang, and rang, but no one ever picked up. “Hmm... That's weird.” I said to myself. “No one answered?” The nurse asked. “No. Maybe he's just in the bathroom or something. I'll try again later.” I told the nurse. She just smiled. “If you need anything, just call for me.” She reminded. “Yep.” The nurse left the room, leaving me alone with nothing to do. I started to explore my crippled body. Cuts and bruises tattooed the skin that wasn't already covered by some sort of bandage or cast. “Damn!” I said to myself.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I didn't want people to find me dead with tears in my eyes. “Suck it up faggot.” I told myself. But as always, I let myself down. I began to choke out tears, hardly able to breath. “Stop it Frank! STOP IT!” I screamed at myself. I lied the gun down on my bed for a moment, and repeatedly began to bang my head against the dresser. The dresser violently shook, with every hit I took. I picked myself up, and felt my forehead. I coldly smiled. Drops of blood were dripping from my wounded head. They fell on to my cheeks, and mixed in with my tears.
I stormed out of the house and began to run down the sidewalk. I had no particular destination. I just wanted to get as far away as possible from Frank. The sky was cloudy, and it was drizzling slightly. Rain drops danced on the tip of my nose, and skidded down my cheeks. Lovely.
I ran into my room, and slammed the door. “FUCK THE WORLD!” I screamed. I frantically began to pace the room, back and forth, back and forth, deciding how I was going to end all of this. I searched my drawers for a little black box.
Frank is the most emotional person I know. Almost everything, and anything can offend him. It's ridiculous, and it makes him such a hard person to live with. You just have to give him what he wants, and he'll be fine. I'm an expert at that.
I jogged after him. “Frank!” I placed my hand on his shoulder, and turned him around, surprised to see tears streaming down his face. “What's wrong?” I carefully asked. He wiped away his tears. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong.” He tried to persuade. “Frank, I'm your best friend. You can tell me.” I comforted.
I have no idea what happened to me. One minute I was fine, the other, I find myself yelling at the top of my lungs, crying like there was no tomorrow. Josie slowly approached me, and held me tight. I felt safe in her arms, I felt like all my problems would melt away if she held me closer.
Once Mikey had calmed down, we decided to talk again. “Do you think she hit Gerard on purpose?” I carefully asked. Mikey looked up. “I saw it happen.” He quickly said. “Jessica was pretty far away, and she had enough time to break, but she just kept on going.
A ton of people are buying songs, and albums off itunes, buy what ever happened to Cd's??
I love the actual feel of holding a Cd in its case, and reading all the "thank yous" and lyrics that are in the cover thingy... and I love cranking up the volume in my Cd player, and dancing around the house :3 (thus, the picture... sorry for my creepy smile!!! XD i was with my friend and we were listening to Pretty Odd :D)
I just think our society is moving way too fast, and sometimes, I like going back to the basics. That's why I don't have a facebook, or twitter.
I like spending my time doing
Frank unburied his face from the pillow and threw it at the wall. “This is not cool. Just not cool.” He sighed. “Who do you think did this?” I asked. “Well, lets start with the people that hate us.” He started. “We have all the kids from high school.” “That sure narrows it down.” I sarcastically commented. Frank ignored me. “Uhh... the paramedics. Well, at least they just hate me... um... I really don't know Mikey.” I turned my body and pathetically stared at Frank. “We're not getting anywhere are we?” I doubtfully said. “Nope.” He responded. I yelled in frustration.
Here's a bunch of albums I like, other than MCR (cuz they will always be the first four xD)
1. Pretty Odd (Panic! At The Disco)
2. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (P!ATD)
3. News of the World (Queen)
4. In Utero (Nirvana)
5. Nevermind (Nirvana)
6. 21st Century Breakdown (Green Day)
7. American Idiot (Green Day)
8. I'm Wide awake, It's morning (Bright Eyes)
9. All of The Beatles' albums :)
10. The Rocky Horror Glee Show (yes sorry, I like Glee...)
11. Viva La Vida (Coldplay)
12. Blink 182 (by Blink 182 xD)
13. Heartbreak in Stereo (Pencey Prep)
Yesh, that's all I can think of at the moment... Any