The Fall, It was at the point where it still felt brand new, as fresh as a golden apple, to match the golden skies. I was seven years old at the time, now I know what your thinking: how could anyone remember when they were seven? Well It just so happens that this is the time when my strongest memory took place…

I was visiting New York city for the first time, the streets were crowded yet the air was clear, and it was early in the morning, my parents were both there on a business trip and were letting me stay with uncle Sid' for the day. He wasn't really my uncle, he was just a dude with a lot of piercings and tattoos my parents had as friend since collage days, then eventually they started working at the same gig, that's what you get for being a daughter of some record junkies, or whatever they're called. Well anyway…..

"Uncle Sid!!!"

"Hey kiddo, how's it going!? "

They little girl let go of the tall mans shins and showed him two, brand new earrings, that were placed in during august, a shinning bright green, glimmered in the morning sun.

"Now I have earrings like you!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.

"You sure do, hey, how about I get you a belly button ring for Christmas?"

"Mom! Can I?"

"I think that can wait until your 18 missy!" said a brunette women with shining aqua-marine eyes, the eyes that the little girl inherited.

"Sid cut it out your trying to make our daughter into a mini-version of you! " said an enthusiastic man with shinning gold hair, of which the little girl also had.

" I thought that's what you were trying to do, she's been spending so much time with me when I was in Wisconsin."

" you know you're the only friend we have!"

"and were always out on business."

"yeah, well that too, I wonder why the boss is always picking on you?"

The little girl turned to her parents and stood in attention.

"Okay hun, remember that we'll be in that building over there and we will see you at 9;00 exactly, okay?"

The little girl looked over to the two identical buildings her mother was pointing at, and nodded happily as she said goodbye to her mom and dad.

"bye Mommy, bye Daddy!"

"9;00! Okay?" her father called back.

"9;00!"she waved back

And with that, the little girl walked with her uncle to central park. Not having a single care in the world.

Little legs waved over the ground as bubbles blew into the air, the little girl blew and popped bubbles as they floated in the air, she gazed at them looking so delicate and peaceful. She sniffed the air with care not to miss a single sent. Sid read his paper and grimaced at the news, the little one noticed this and remembered it happening once before, or twice, there were other people who did this too, she wondered why.

"uncle sid"

"yeah kiddo?"

"why do people make weird faces at newspapers?"

"Huh, what the heck are you talking about?"

"you do it too, like this"

She scrunched up her face to make her look angry

"Oh, that, hah! Well you see, sometimes people look that way because they're upset at the news"

"why? What did it do?"

"Its not what it did, its just the things that people do and the things that happen"

"like what?"

"well, its upsetting to see game scores and seeing that the Mets lost"

"is that it?"

"no, but you'll find out the rest when your older."

She nodded and went back to blowing her bubbles. They were both completely unaware of the next event…

BOOM!

People everywhere, were screaming and crying. The little one ran out from under the trees, a frightened uncle chasing after her, and that's when she saw it: what used to be a clear breezy sky, was now a blanket of smoke, and it was coming from, the two identical buildings, the same buildings, her mother and father were.

She cried out in rage, and threw her tiny fist to the ground, she may not have known much about death, but she knew one thing, death had taken her parents away, and she was never seeing them again. This is what Sid was talking about.

And that, was what happened to me, on September 11th, 2001.

7 years later:

I sat there on my bed, I was almost always on my bed, just sitting, or thinking, but mostly, I was drawing. Drawing just seemed like the only thing I could do, it kept my attention, and I kept getting better all the time, I realized this when I was 12, and decided on something big, a vow of silence. I promised that I. Seeing as that would be a little bit of time away from now, I used a notebook and pen to communicate, it was actually quite easy, I hardly ever spoke at all before, so this just came naturally in a way. Some people think that I'm crazy or something, I think its just instinct, but that's just me, plus people around here nauseate me enough, so not talking to them just makes it better, and allows me to focus.

So I drew a picture in my sketchbook I got for Christmas, I wasn't really able to afford much, so to me this was basically a gift from god. I know what your thinking: what kind of god-awful place is that kid living in? well, its an orphanage in Wisconsin, I've been here for 6 or 7 years and no ones ever even looked at me, most people say its just because that they want to raise a younger child, I think its just because people think I'm some sort of demented child that can't speak. But whatever the reason, I still feel horrible when everyday on that intercom I hear: "attention children, we have a visitor, will you please go to the playroom now"

Which is exactly what I hear now, so with my heavy sigh and a knowing attitude, I prepare for rejection.

Just another day in the life of Michelle, Michelle West .

Gerard's POV

"So your sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Mikey, I'm positive-" I sighed to my brother, again

"Look I know you want to help these kids out but, I never thought you'd adopt!"

"Mikey, I've told you so many times and never listened, and besides, do you see what our world is coming to? If I cant solve the problem, I minus well try and help"

" Well…….. Your right, we have to help, so I'll help you, I'll help you take care of the kid, and I'll listen more often."

"you really don't have a choice!" I exclaimed dropping the pen next to the paperwork.

that's when the nun scurried in with a nervous smile and directed us to where the children were,

that's when I got one of those feelings I usually got when I was about to perform, nervous as Fuck!