Hey, I guess this is my third story! Yikes! Disclaimer: I don't own MCR or their songs, I believe MCR own themselves and their songs! I also know Bob was not in the band around this time, but like I've said before, I feel it's easier to write with him other than Matt! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my story!
"If you hate it here so much why don't you fuck off then?" I heard my mom scream at my dad, downstairs.
I felt my stomach twist around; a constant shield of insanity blanketed their pitiful cries. I painted my nails, as calmly as I could, my hands shaking. Black, turquoise, Black, turquoise...e.c.t. I could feel my chest rising and falling violently and my teeth chattered. I had no control over myself anymore. I let myself cry. My unsteady hands dropped the little bottle of nail polish; it splashed over the floor. I jumped up and screamed, rage flooding through me. I smashed at my table, making the things on top of it skid off and drop to the floor with a un-satisfying, clump. I kicked the table, the rips in my white and black stripy tights getting wider as I did so. I grabbed my black hoody and ran down the stairs.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, especially dressed like that?" My dad screeched, I guessed it was directed to me. I looked down at my holey converse, ripped tights, black and white netted fishnet skirt and my blacktop, it's sleeves had been torn of and put back on with safety pins...
"I THINK I'm going to go get drunk, then go slit my wrist and think how pathetic you are!" I screamed at his, sarcasm seeping through my voice. His eyes trailed down to my pink and red scars, stretching along my arms.
"Blake Reed, get back here right now!" My mom said. They couldn't control me. They could barely control themselves. I walked out of the door and ran down the road, the snow seeping through my shoes.
I bet you've guessed my name's Blake Reed, I should probably tell you some cool nickname my mates call me, but right now, I don't have any friends. I'm 17 and live in the shitville that is called Belleville.
Snow drifted onto my eyelashes and nose as I lay on the bench, shaking from the cold. I closed my eyes and faced towards the skies. Busses honked and cars slid along the icy road next to me. My bright purple hair stuck to my face with its new state of...wetness? I couldn't think probably in my house anymore. My mom was having an affair and everyone knew it, secretly. My dad was killing himself over it, he was just waiting for some evidence so he could pack his bags and leave. The stupid bitch. She ruined everything... My thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of two boys. I opened my eyes and sat up. Clear as day, two boys scuffled and shouted at each other further down the bank. I watched them for a second, I knew one of them, he was one of those cool jocky erks at my school, the other one, I didn't know. He had skin tight black jeans on, a vampire bat belt buckle, a black flag t-shirt and a loose black hoody, his hair was of equal darkness as it stuck out wildly. They were shouting stuff at each other. I sighed, I had enough of this at home.
"Hey! Fucktards!" I screamed. They both looked up to me. "Yeah, you two! Can you shut the fuck up? Some people are trying to enjoy the crappiness of this place!" I shouted at them. The taller, blond jock just rolled his eyes, said something to the other one and walked of, but the small dark haired on stood there, staring at me as if I was insane before turning away and walking of unsurely. I chuckled to myself, lying down and closing my eyes. He was probably right, I bet I was insane. I acted like it. A couple of second later I brought myself to open my eyes again. The boy was gone. I shook my head and looked up to the grey skies that was so heavily pregnant with wisdom and murderous thoughts. It's gloom was nauseating, lethargic... and surprisingly refreshing? No. Nothing, EVER was. I took a deep breath in of the cold air and looked back down to the bottom of the hill, where the boys had been. I racked my brains trying to think who that dark one could have been, but nothing popped to mind.
"Lady!" Some one shouted. I looked up, it was a guy at the bus stop over the street. I shot him a look, meaning: What the fuck do YOU want?
"If you stay out their you'll catch a cold."
"EXACTLY!" I smiled back at him. I was back at school tomorrow. It was my last year of... hell. He just chook his head and looked down at his news paper.
Well it rains and it pours This alone, you're in time for the show I've really been on a bender and it shows Give me a shot to remember There's a place in the dark where the animals go I've really been on a bender and it shows Give me a shot to remember
When you're out on your own
If I crash on the couch
Can I sleep in my clothes?
'Cause I've spent the night dancing
I'm drunk, I suppose
If it looks like I'm laughing
I'm really just asking to leave
You're the one that I need
I'm the one that you loathe
You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose
'Cause I love all the poison
Away with the boys in the band
So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo
So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
Hey! Sorry this was a small chapter, but I think I'm doing pretty well, since I only just finished my last story two days ago and I'm onto my second one now! I do it for you, you know! Haha, okay, tell me what you think! I'm excited for this story! It's taking a LOT of elements of my life into it; so it should be interesting for me to write!
You Put The Hate In My Heart.
