It was the annoying tick of the clock that kept me awake. I used to hate it when I was ten, but now I think of it as a gift. A lot can change over seven years and only one good thing came out of those seven years.
My parents had divorced on my tenth birthday. They thought it was a charming gift; I thought it was horrible. Mother also got me that creepy cat clock that keeps me awake all night. Dad told me that I couldn't see my best friend anymore, which ripped me apart inside. Cried myself to sleep that night. Cried myself to sleep every night for a year, maybe even longer.
Then two weeks after my parents got divorced, my father died in a car accident. Again I felt like I was going to die. I could tell that this affected my mother too. She threw herself into her work, barely even caring for me. She didn't care that I needed love in this state too. So I turned to my grandmother, who died two years ago. I had nobody again.
So all you people out there who think the world is made out of happiness and smiles are wrong, but if you would like I can get a fucking unicorn to come out and kick you in the crotch if you'd like. But you'd have to tell me first. Well for those who don't want a deformed pony kicking them in the crotch we can continue on.
The clocked dinged midnight and I grinned. This was my favorite time of the day. A tiny knock sounded from my window. I hopped out of bed and crossed over to it. I opened the window, which led out to a balcony, and let in my secret boyfriend/best friend in, Gerard Way.