DISCLAMER: I DON'T OWN MCR OR ANY OF THEIR THINGS JUST MY OWN.

Cody POV

It was the last day before high school ended when I got the call. My only true friend, Nikki, was dead from an overdose. My world fell before my eyes as I walked to school. She was the only one who understood me; the only one who didn't care what I looked or acted like. She was my best friend and now she was gone. I would of driven, but I felt like I would crash into the first thing I saw.

When I got to school my "friend" Elizabeth came up to me and said "Hey girl are you okay?" I just glared at her and walked right past. She huffed and said "Bitch! No wonder you don't have any friends."

My name is Cody Rapp and its true I felt completely and utterly alone in this big world of ours. I had pitch black hair with bleach blonde tips that was cut to my shoulders, though my true hair color is black anyways. I was around 5'1 with hazel eyes and stick skinny. I was made fun of day and night every since I can remember because One I have a guys name, Two I dress differently, Three I'm not like other kids, and Four I don't fit in. On my 16 birthday and 18 birthday my only friend was Nikki.

My family...ugh what to say. They are never there for me and I don't really even know them. My parents are both workaholics who spend most of their time in England then at home in Newark, NJ. I don't have any siblings so I was a loner. The only thing I had was my music. It was the only thing that held me together; the only thing that could never leave me.

As I continued down the hall to my third class Adam, a jock, said "Hey everyone look its Cody. Little Mr. Loner opps I mean Ms. Loner." Everyone started laughing and calling me little names they've come up with. I just ignored it all and ran outside to the courtyard. I sat down and turned my Ipod onto I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. As I listened I grabbed my sketch book and started to draw. By the time I had finished I'm Not Okay, Demolition Lovers, Heaven Help Us, Mama, and Our Lady Of Sorrows I had already drawn like twenty-five pages all related to either My Chemical Romance, pain, death, or anything I was feeling.

I got up knowing I should head to my last class which was art because after that would be the graduation ceremony. As soon as I walked into art the kids started calling me names again. I ignored it and sat down at a table. Then I grabbed some paper and sharpies while putting my headphones back in. I closed my eyes picturing a My Chemical Romance concert and set of drawing it. When I was done I had drawn My Chem performing to a group of kids. It was an amazing peace of work and also really detailed. I smiled at my work and moved onto another which turned into a funeral scene.

Finally the bell rang and all the seniors gathered in the social hall to get their caps and gowns as well as getting in place. Finally the time came for them to call us one by one to receive our diploma. I was zoned out the entire time until the principle called my name and I stepped forward to receive my diploma. I looked out at the auditorium scanning the crowd full of students and parents to see if my parents came. Of course they didn't and I just zoned back out until we could finally leave.

As my classmates said their goodbyes and I'm going to miss you I quickly snuck out the back not knowing that Adam and his group had followed me. As soon as I had left school grounds Adam yelled "Hey Mr. loner where do you think your going? You didn't say goodbye to me." I ignored him and kept walking holding my bag tight.

Suddenly I felt I rock peg me in the back so I whipped around and came face to face with Adam. I glared at him as he threw a punch at me which I blocked and quickly punched his nose. He fell to the ground holding his now broken nose as his gang tended to him. I turned back around and kept walking only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder. Once again I whipped around only to come face to face with one of Adam's friends. He too tried to punch me, but failed since I was to quick for any of them. Soon after that the rest of the gang had either a broken nose or the breath knocked out of them. I took a deep breath and continued walking.

Once I made it home I didn't walk inside the house instead I climbed into my black Tahoe and drove of towards Meg's. She was a good friend about 5 or 6 years older then me. A few years ago I went to her tattoo pallor and got a Jack Skellington tattoo on my arm and the words Demolition Lovers around my arm as an armband. I was going there to get another tat and to talk. She was there for me and I needed that since I no longer had Nikki. I was almost there when Shoots and Ladders by Korn came on. I started singing "Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies " I laughed thinking about how Nikki and I would always sing that song in little childish voices.

It was a little painful to think about Nikki, but she was connected to everything I did. She introduced me to My Chemical Romance a few years back after I was about to commit suicide. Ever since then she's been with me always. She was more like my mother then my own mother ever was. After the suicide incident my parents just gave me $1,000 a week so I wouldn't bug them. Half of that I would put into my own little banking account that I had set up. They also, like most parents, had set up a college funds account which had more money then you could imagine in it, as did my savings account.

I finally made it to Meg's without crying or crashing, which surprised me since I was a wreck. As I walked in Meg yelled "Cody what took you so long? Come right into the back." I smiled she always knew when I was coming; don't ask me how she just did. I walked right into the back to find her already setting everything up. She turned towards me with open arms and said "Come here little girl. It was just her time so don't worry. Your gonna be all right." I smiled weakly as I hugged her back saying "Thanks Meg. I don't know how you do it, but you make everything seem so much better then it really is." She smiled and, motioned to the chair, and said "What shall it be this time?"

I laughed and said "Okay well on my lower back I want My Chemical Romance with I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay underneath it. Then I would like True Love across my fingers in a sort of spidery font. Oh and for the My Chem one can you do a sort of wild font for it? Finally I'd like you to add a gravestone next to Jack that says Nikki.'

She nodded and said "Let's see…One My Chem that in wild font, one True Love that in spidery font, and one gravestone by Jack. Well let's get this party started." I nodded as Meg pressed play on his stereo and on came the My Chem play list she made for me. She knew that I completely hate needles and in fact are scared of them and that My Chemical Romance music calms me down. I know what your gonna say; how can I get a tattoo if I hate needles.

I don't know how I could. I just love tattoos a little bit more then I hate needles I guess, but that doesn't mean I won't freeze up every time I see a needle. Cause trust me I do and that's where the music comes in. Their music calms me down just enough to allow me to get a tattoo with out freaking out. Its screwed up I know.

A couple hours later and I was done now showing the world three more tattoos. I paid Meg, but she shook her head and said "Why do you keep paying me I shall never know. Girl I'm your friend. I do this for you not for me to get paid." I laughed and said "Then how will you keep this going if you don't get paid?" We laughed as I said goodbye and got into my car.

Please tell me how you think? I would like some feedback. Don't think just because i'm starting this one means i'll forget about my other my chem one. So keep on your toes.