Where the hell was my charcoal pencil it was the only one I fucking have! My name by birth is Helena but I call myself either Ghost or Ulentra but either way I cry when I hear Helena. Why you my ask. Well there is a simple explantation for that see I love My Chemical Romance and the lead singer,Gerard Way, and the bass player, Mikey Way, had a grandmother that died and they made a song for her and every time I think about it I think about the fact that I will never see the people that save my life every day. With out them my cutting would get worse and worse and eventually I would hit just the right vein and die every time I go to cut. Well now the rest of the story is that I am a foster child and the last parents I had died in a car accident before they were going to give me back and the rest before them thought I was too truth thought I was and now I am being picked up by my"real dad" and honestly I hated him even though I technically didn't know him. All I knew was that I have been in here for almost 12 years or since I was 2. He just suddently wanted to see me and I really didn't want to see him. Unless he was a rock star with issues I knew I hated him and I would never love him. Finally my charcoal pencil I was now officially packed and ready for him to come get me. I walked into the room that the kids wait in and turned on my ipod. I skipped over Helena like I usually did and made sure my wrists were covered and I started mouthing the words to Demolition Lovers at the end I whispered forever at the same time the guy walked in.
"Helena I wou-"
"Don't call me that my name is Ulentra" I had started to cry as I got off so I could leave.
"Ulentra I would like you to meet your father" I heard him before I saw him.
"That was your great grandma's nickname" It was Mikey Way in the flesh. That's when I blacked out.
I woke up to a cool towel on my forehead and I was listening to Helena. I sat up and he looked at me.
"So my daughter is a my chem fan?"
"y-y-yes"
"Hey it's ok I was picturing something much worse than this but we need to get home like now so do you feel well enough to go?" I looked to make sure I had my jacket on still and I nodded. He grabbed my duffel bag and I had my backpack.
"So do you have any hobbies?" I looked at my wrists that was my major hobby.
"I love art, music ,and math"
"So are you a geek or just like it?"
"I am past college level math" He looked at me before looking back at the road.
"Seriously that is amazing and that makes you smarter than all of us"
"I might have to earn rights through math problems then"
"Yeah I won't tell them I will just let them find out" We both laughed at that.
"Yeah well I have to go to school don't I?"
"yeah but you got off easy you don't go back to junior high until September"
"I am in high school"
"wow what level?"
"sophomore"
"wow um maybe we should home school you"
"No I just want to go into school as a freshman!"
"Ok well we will talk here we are" We pulled through gates to a 2 story house with a tower.
"Wow this is so cool!"
"Yeah all of us live here"
"The guys live here too?"
"Yeah Frank, Ray, Gerard, and I live here with our wives Bob is just visiting for 3 months"
"Cool" we got my bags and headed towards the door.
"Is there anything breakable in either of these bags?"
"no"
"Ok good I will go in first"
He walked through the door and was jumped on. I saw 3 people dealing with him meaning I should watch for more. I walked through the door and someone ran at me from the same place they had gotten my dad. I ducked and he flew into a wall and I heard laugther from 4 girls come from up stairs. Another person came at me. I jumped back through the door and grabbed his hood of his jacket on the way back and threw him onto the floor. Someone got off of Dad and came after me.
"I apologize in advance" I watched as he ran at me and I kicked in the back of his knee as he went by. The last person got off of Dad and came after me first he walked around me watching me then he tried to jump at me from the back and as he caught me by the shoulders I threw him over me onto the floor.
"Mikey is this my step daughter?" I heard someone yell from the 2nd story.
"Yes this is Helena"
"Well she's a 13 year old fighter I can tell you that much ouch" Frank was sitting on the floor joldong his neck.
"I am so sorry did I hurt you guys!" There were groans and no's so I relaxed.
"Ok good I just don't like being jumped at in the orphanage if the kids jump you you end up in the hospital"
"has that happened to you before!" Mikey looked really worried.
"No every time they tried to jump me I fought back" I pointed to the 4 people now writhing in pain on the floor.
"Wow"
"Yeah now where should I put all of my stuff?"
"I will show you" Mikey picked up my duffel bag and carried it up the stairs. I thought we were stopping on the 2nd story but we walked down the hall to another set of stairs to a hall way.
"You have the entire tower to your self but you can only paint your room unless approved by all members of the house understood?"
"Yes dad"
"good now all you have are a dresser bed and desk and they are white"
"can I paint them?"
"Yeah but you have to use spray paint or wait"
"I like spray paint I will need 30 cans of it for my walls as well"
"Ok when your done you can come eat lunch"
"ok but where's the paint?"
"Um in the garage follow me and I will show you" I dropped everything and followed Mikey down the stairs to the hallway by the living room into the garage.
"There is like every color known to mankind in there just clean up when your done"
"Ok thanks"
He left me to pick out colors. I left the gigantic cabinet open because I was going to be coming back down for more. I had like 20 cans in my arms as I passed everyone with them staring at me.
I went through all of those cans in the first hour and a half. I went back down stairs and came up with more cans of paint after 3 hours I was done. I ran down stairs and asked where the dumpster was and brought 35 cans to the trash because they were empty. When I came back I was happy to announce that I was done.
"I am done!"
"Ok little let's see this room of yours" Bob was heading up the stairs now.
"Hey I want to go first!"
"To bad" he was now running. I ran after them but I was always slow. I got there after they had started staring at each part of the wall. Not a single person moved as they saw each part of the room the only place I hadn't painted was 1 part of the mirror so I could actually see myself.
"Wow and it is only 10" Frank was amazed and I saw Gerard staring at my spaceboy drawing.
"I haven't read the comic" I noticed everybody look at me like I was talking to no one and they saw what Gerard was looking at.
"Seriously cause it looks exactly like my drawing"
"Yeah so do these" Ray had noticed all of the character sketches from the black parade that I had redrawn.
"I liked bullet better then parade still"
"This is incredible" Mikey was amazed.
"I think there was a gene for drawing that wasn't dominant in you Mikey"
"Thanks"
"Your welcome" Frank smiled.
"Now can I paint the hall and my bathroom?"
"Of course" Everyone said together.
"Yay!" Everyone started heading out of my room and only Gerard was left.
"How long have you been cutting yourself for?" I froze and I hoped that everyone else was down stairs.
"How long have you been cutting yourself for?" He was staring at the bloody picture I had drawn in the back corner of my room.
"Since I was 10"
"Why?"
"Because I found no hope and I have liked you guys since before then and honestly I would be dead if it weren't for you" I fell to the floor crying and he noticed.
"Look I have been down the same path you really should stop before you seriously hurt yourself"
"you're my uncle and since no one knows I want you to not tell them because look" I showed him the only scratch I had.
"It goes away faster and faster before it was my entire arm now it is usually 1 scratch a month or a burn"
"Burn?"
"Yeah burn but I hardly ever do those and that was only when I had mcr trauma"
"mcr trauma?"
"my name reminded me of you guys and how I knew I would never see you so it made my either cut and or burn but now I have you guys so that won't ever happen again.