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Saving the Black Parade. Part 20.

“Sister, what’s happening to Samantha?” Gerard asked.
I forced my eyes open, and saw that Adrian had returned with Sister. She was looking down at me, but not a single trace of worry or fear was on her features. That’s not what had concerned me though.
Gee had just called me by my full name. None of them have ever said my full name, it’s always just been ‘Sam’ never ‘Samantha’. There was only one reason why he would call me that, and it wasn’t very comforting.
“What’s wrong?” The question was directed to me. I saw Gee open his mouth to answer for me though.
Mustering whatever last bits of

Saving the Black Parade. Part 20.

“Sister, what’s happening to Samantha?” Gerard asked.
I forced my eyes open, and saw that Adrian had returned with Sister. She was looking down at me, but not a single trace of worry or fear was on her features. That’s not what had concerned me though.
Gee had just called me by my full name. None of them have ever said my full name, it’s always just been ‘Sam’ never ‘Samantha’. There was only one reason why he would call me that, and it wasn’t very comforting.
“What’s wrong?” The question was directed to me. I saw Gee open his mouth to answer for me though.
Mustering whatever last bits of

Saving the Black Parade. Part 19.

“I’m going to need a topic any one of you would frequently talk about with Frank.” I stated right away.
“Him and I would talk about our crazy fans often.” Gee proposed.
“Perfect. I also think it would beneficial if you,” Gestures to Mikey. “Came out with me. That way Frank doesn’t instantly know it’s me.”
“I was thinking exactly that.” Mikey agreed.
“I think that’s it then.”
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Forming a picture of Gerard in my head the all too familiar, and surprisingly pleasant, feeling of a transformation creeped all over my body.

Saving the Black Parade. Part 18.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I imagined a picture of Frank in my head, and slowly the tingling sensation of a formation engulfed me. It was a little less prominent a feeling, and I could almost feel the minute changes my body was making. It wasn’t very long until the feeling was gone though.
“What the hell?” Frank asked, and I opened my eyes. He looked severely confused, as did everyone else.
I grinned. “Now,” I stopped. My voice was just like Frank’s too. “Whoa, that’s weird.” I was still surprised by my own voice.

Vicodin Valentine

I just got home from having my wisdom teeth taken out. I feel pretty good considering. It's just weird with all the gauze in my mouth. I'm sure it'll be worse later though. I must admit this is the best Valentine's day I've had in my 16 years of life.

Saving the Black Parade. Part 17.

I looked to everyone else to see if what had happened was real. To be honest I really wasn’t sure. Adrian, and all the guys looked to be just as puzzled as me.

As if in answer to our confusion, the dust that was the odd men began to swirl into the air. It formed five oddly shaped dust clouds. They almost looked like the men I had just ran over.

Soon enough the dust cleared, and to our shock, and horror, it was them. The five henchmen all looking like nothing had happened.

“What the fuck?” Adrian remarked.

Gerard was more on top of things yet. “Try this one.”
It seemed that he didn’t do

Do I have it right?

Love.
It's all the walls.
Every emotion.
Sanity and insanity.

This is starting to sound like a poem,
So fuck it I'll just flow with it.

Him being there could change everything.
Time will come and go.
We'll get to know one another.
More than we do now.
More than just a day.
More than a picture or two.
Things might progress,
And what then?
What's mine will be his.
I don't want secrets.
I want to be free.
It could come so easily,
But could fall just as fast.

-ThatPoet

Is This What It Is?

Love.
It's all the walls.
Every emotion.
Sanity and insanity.

This is starting to sound like a poem,
So fuck it I'll just flow with it.

Him being there could change everything.
Time will come and go.
We'll get to know one another.
More than we do now.
More than just a day.
More than a picture or two.
Things might progress,
And what then?
What's mine will be his.
I don't want secrets.
I want to be free.
It could come so easily,
But could fall just as fast.

-ThatPoet

Is This What It Is?

Love.
It's all the walls.
Every emotion.
Sanity and insanity.

This is starting to sound like a poem,
So fuck it I'll just flow with it.

Him being there could change everything.
Time will come and go.
We'll get to know one another.
More than we do now.
More than just a day.
More than a picture or two.
Things might progress,
And what then?
What's mine will be his.
I don't want secrets.
I want to be free.
It could come so easily,
But could fall just as fast.

-ThatPoet

Saving the Black Parade. Part 16.

“For someone short, you’re still pretty heavy.” Gerard complained, and broke the silence.
Ray chuckled. “I thought so.” I imagined that Adrian had told him that she was doing that just to piss him off.
“How far is this fountain?” Frank asked.
“Uh well,” Mikey consulted the map he still held for a moment. “The map shows that were about halfway there. So It’ll be another half hour of so.”
“Ugh. You are so heavy.” Gee continued to complain.
Adrian looked as if she was trying to laugh, but without being able to open her mouth, it just looked weird.
“Be nice.” Ray told Gee.
“Maybe he will

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