Post by xToTheENDx on Feb 10, 2008 15:36:22 GMT -5
Firstly, sorry it took so long to update this. This is a really hard to story to write and I had to do a lot of thinking and remembering to get it all right (And I'm also pretty darn lazy), and that's why it took so long. Hope you like it.
Give me a reason to believe
Two more months passed before my mother called to say she was coming to pick me up. She said that she and my dad had "resolved their problems" (AKA Dad had gone a four-month trip, I came to find out), and that I needed to come home. I had two days before she picked me up.
I didn't know if I was happy to go home or not. I wasn't very happy where I was but I was afraid of what my home life would be like anymore. While I packed my clothes and the few things I had brought - two Cirque Du Freak books and a movie, from what I can remember - I listened to Bullets on repeat, humming along to the songs and thinking about Gerard.
I couldn't get Gee off my mind anymore. I was worried sick about him.
And with good reason. He was going downhill very, very quickly.
I wasn't cutting quite as much, though; which was a good thing. The deep wounds on my arms were beginning to turn to scars. Not to say that was an easy task - it was extremely hard to stop. I had grown addicted to it; like drugs or smoking. But with my angels' help, I was getting over it.
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When I returned home, it was hardly like it had been before. Boards had been put up over all the windows because of a hurricane that had came through the area, my dad was gone, my dog had died, and the walls I had painted a deep shade of blue were now a painfully-bright white.
Even though, I was glad to be home.
When I wasn't doing school or spending time with Sam, my best friend; I was on the computer, looking around for any update on Gerard's situation that I could find. There wasn't much on Gerard; but there was one important update. The band was coming out with a new ablum in 2004 - called Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.
I couldn't wait. Even though it was only mid 2003, I practically counted the days. I wondered what the album would be like - another Bullets, or drastically different? I didn't really care either way. It was MCR, and I would love it no matter what. I told everyone about it; my mom, grandmother, older brother, all my friends - most of whom didn't care all that much (Although I do have to give it to my big brother that he at least acted excited, even though he hated MCR).
And more good news came. My mother was going to let me go to a MCR concert when they went on their next tour. I was thrilled.
I finally had something to look forward to.
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Give me a reason to believe
Two more months passed before my mother called to say she was coming to pick me up. She said that she and my dad had "resolved their problems" (AKA Dad had gone a four-month trip, I came to find out), and that I needed to come home. I had two days before she picked me up.
I didn't know if I was happy to go home or not. I wasn't very happy where I was but I was afraid of what my home life would be like anymore. While I packed my clothes and the few things I had brought - two Cirque Du Freak books and a movie, from what I can remember - I listened to Bullets on repeat, humming along to the songs and thinking about Gerard.
I couldn't get Gee off my mind anymore. I was worried sick about him.
And with good reason. He was going downhill very, very quickly.
I wasn't cutting quite as much, though; which was a good thing. The deep wounds on my arms were beginning to turn to scars. Not to say that was an easy task - it was extremely hard to stop. I had grown addicted to it; like drugs or smoking. But with my angels' help, I was getting over it.
-
When I returned home, it was hardly like it had been before. Boards had been put up over all the windows because of a hurricane that had came through the area, my dad was gone, my dog had died, and the walls I had painted a deep shade of blue were now a painfully-bright white.
Even though, I was glad to be home.
When I wasn't doing school or spending time with Sam, my best friend; I was on the computer, looking around for any update on Gerard's situation that I could find. There wasn't much on Gerard; but there was one important update. The band was coming out with a new ablum in 2004 - called Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.
I couldn't wait. Even though it was only mid 2003, I practically counted the days. I wondered what the album would be like - another Bullets, or drastically different? I didn't really care either way. It was MCR, and I would love it no matter what. I told everyone about it; my mom, grandmother, older brother, all my friends - most of whom didn't care all that much (Although I do have to give it to my big brother that he at least acted excited, even though he hated MCR).
And more good news came. My mother was going to let me go to a MCR concert when they went on their next tour. I was thrilled.
I finally had something to look forward to.
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