YouPutTheSpikeInMy♥'s blog

As I parted with the others, my pace grew faster down the corridoors. Ever since I met Lindsey, I was actually excited to go to Maths class. Well there's a first time for everything.

I soon reached the classroom, and took my seat at the back of the class. As my table came into view, my heart sunk slightly when Lindsey's pretty face was nowhere to be seen. The enthusiasm for the lesson that I had just moments ago had vanished, and I reluctantly shuffled over to my seat.

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Hope you all have a great day. I'm going to a party tonight which should be fun. Take my mind off of things.

And I just wanted to wish my nana a Happy Birthday! I miss her so much :(
-p.s. she was irish and born on St. Patricks day, how cool is that!

Later killjoys xoxo

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'I'm not psycho... I just like psychotic things.'

1. Height: About 5' 7"
2. Virgin? yeah
3. Shoe size: 6
4. Sexual Orientation: straight
5. Do you smoke? nope
6. Do you drink? occasionally
7. Do you take drugs? nah
8. Age you get mistaken for: couple years older than I actually am
9. Tattoos? no i hate needles :(
10. Piercings? Ears (got it done when I was 4, before my needle phobia)
11. Best friend? i have a few :)
12. Relationship status: Single
13. Favorite movies: I've always loved The Adamm's Family movies
14. Someone you miss: My nana :'(
15. Most traumatic experience: They all blur into one
16. A fact about your personality: I have hardly any confidence so I am really shy, but once I get to know somebody I can be myself around them :)
17. What I want to be when I get older: Someone who makes a difference in the world
18. My relationship with my siblings: absolutely love my little sisters
19. My relationship with my parents: I love my mam, she is just the best! and I tolerate my dad :/

Wow I haven't been on here in nearly a month, though I'm sure most of you haven't noticed.. I have been really busy these past few weeks with college work, and spending time with my friends. It's been really fun, something that hasn't happened for a good while, and things seemed to be going really well. I was almost starting to feel happy, but sure enough, something comes along and I feel like shit once again, back in to my routinely depression of self pity. At least I know I can find solace with you guys. There is so much good here that always brightens my mood. Anyway, I wont bore you all with the details, I barely even understand it myself.

I was greeted by a warm, comforting smile as I entered Art class. Mrs Toro seemed as cheery as she did on my first day at this school, but there was something different about the way she smiled at me. She hadn't been at Mikey's party herself, but I figured she knew just as much as Ray did, and was just as concerned about his wellbeing as anyone else. I smiled back to let her know everything was fine, before walking over to my seat at the back of the class.

'Oh here comes the class rebel,' Frank teased as I passed his chair. I stuck my tongue out at him as I took my seat, his eyes still following my path. He smirked before he remembered.

'Oh yeah, how's Mikey doing? I hope he didn't take it too hard,' he asked, as a look of concern took over his face.

As his eyes scanned over the words, they grew wide, with his mouth agape. My life story spilled from the pages before him, depicted in careful handwriting and vidid drawings. I stood there in silence for a while as Mikey continued to read; I knew this would be hard for him to take in.

Finally Mikey broke the silence which had consumed us, suprisingly with nervous laughter.

'What is this Gerard? It must be one of your art projects, well I've got to tell you, I almost believed it for a minute.'

He looked at me with a weary smile, but it soon faded as I stared back with solemn eyes.

'No Mikey,' I replied softly. 'It's all very real. This is the diary I've kept for the last three years. Now that I don't need it anymore, I thought it might come in handy for you.'

I gave a weak smile as I tried to soften the blow, but Mikey's face glared at me, puzzled. Almost frightened.

'So... this actually happened to you? Is it going to happen to me too?'

I knealt down by Mikey's side, and attempted all that I could to wake him up. I remembered when this happened to me; I would black out all of the time, and then I would get the visions. The visions were vague enough to leave me baffled, but frequent enough to leave a sense of fear within me. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I wouldn't let that happen with Mikey. I couldn't.

Our Mom walked over to us with a bowl of liquid and a small, red towel. Even the towels were inkeeping with the colourscheme of the house. She dipped the towel into the bowl, and began to wipe it across Mikey's forehead. At first, I thought the towel was wiping water over his head, but as droplets of red trickled down the sides of his face, I realised I was mistaken. It was blood.

Mikey was staying back at school to finish off his assignment, but Mom specifically told him to be back for five o'clock. Whenever she did that, we knew there would be a party waiting for us at home, but we always played dumb, just to see her happiness when the excitement of the 'surprise' was sprung upon us.

We had only lived here for two days, so there weren't many people to invite. There was me and my parents, and my Dad had invited Frank and his parents. Frank had also invited Ray along, seeing as he was fully informed of the family circumstances. There had been no time to invite any of Mikey's classmates over, but with what would be happening tonight, it was wise to keep any outsiders away from the party.

I had completely forgot that today was Mikey's birthday. Mikey's fifteenth birthday. At five o'clock tonight, to be precise. It was our family's tradition to celebrate birthdays at the exact time, so I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I had not neglected to wish Mikey a 'happy birthday' on our way to school. However, the relief within me soon vanished, as it dawned on me. Mikey was about to change.

In my realisation, I began to stare at the ring which sat on my finger; the ring I had to wear for the next few weeks until my eighteenth birthday. It appeared a brighter shade of gold than it did in the red haze of Frank's bedroom, and the family crest - my family crest - stood out much more prominantly than I had first realised. At first, I had been reluctant to accept my destiny, but as I gazed at the ring, I became more drawn to it. I guessed my instincts were finally kicking in.

So yeah, it started snowing at the weekend... I'm not a fan of snow. It's too cold and wet, and it's really slippy so I'm nearly falling over all of the time!

But I do like snow sometimes, 'cause then I can make Hank ;D

Me and my friend went back later that day to see him, and some horrible chavs killed him, so now I want the snow to go :(

I hope it's gone by Saturday, so the match will still be on! (don't be fooled, I'm not playing.. I'm terrible at sports :P)

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'I'm not psycho... I just like psychotic things.'