A/N: Tee, hee. Chapter two!

Please enjoy and... -sigh- not very original; but "please review".

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Even The Freaks Need Love

Chapter Two: From Texas To Where Ever The Hell They Are Taking Me

I could not believe she was sending me to a mutant school! Given, I always wanted to go to one, the point is... what would Aiden say? I was ashamed of my mutation and I was not afraid to admit it. I really hated my "life-sucking" powers. I couldn't have a stable relationship because if I kissed someone, I get their soul.

Yum, yum.

I completely ignored them while they conversed about my leaving. I wasn't going. I was not just going to sit there while they eradicate my free will. How was my mother to know that this wasn't just some ploy to get me away from my home so they can experiment on me?

Daisey ignored my protesting, going on with the girl who's name escaped me -insert eye roll- at the moment. The rough looking guy was leaning on the wall, clearly not taking a liking to my humble home. I felt acerbity in my mouth. I scrunched up my face as if I smelt something bad.

"I'm not going...", I mumbled. Once again, they ignored me.

Daisey smiled and started talking about the campus. I hate them so much right now, I could kiss them. Hm. Didn't sound like a bad idea, not really. I could use a good smooch. One side of my mouth twitched upward. C'mere doggy, and whitey. I got a gift for you.

Whitey's and Doggy's emotion were too intense, I could not bare it anymore. It was giving me a huge headache. It kept switching-- I could hardly keep up with what emotion it was. Finally, the pain and annoyance welled up inside me, I stood up before my confusion turned into a full blown headache. They ignored me. I frowned. I'm pretty sure right now If I were to tap dance, they wouldn't notice. I shrugged, making my way up the stairs to my room. A place I knew would not betray me.

I landed on my soft, blue bed with a thud. I hated the feeling of... feeling their emotions. Daisey was ecstatic, the guy was annoyed, and the white haired girl was... self-assured? I stood up. I needed to occupy my mind with something right now.

I looked around the room for something that "popped" out at me. Unfortunately, it was my abused radio in the corner. Music. My life. TM(1). I laughed.

I turned on some random station, hoping it wasn't country or rap. I needed something screamo, emo, or metal. I could have literally hugged the radio host for playing something from Escape The Fate.

Oh, my God.

I have the remedy for love.

I struck the glass,

It broke the bones inside my fist, but I'm okay.

I listened to the lyrics run over in my head until I remembered the song as "There's No Sympathy For The Dead". Should be "There's No Sympathy For The Weird". I closed my eyes, picturing my Prince of Dark, Aiden. The man with the many piercings. I counted them all once. I smiled, mouthing the lyrics.

"I cannot change you, you'll never change. I never would have expect to break this in the end." I mumbled, tapping my foot to the beat.

"Emroy, could you please come here?", The traitor asked.

Damn, I thought I turned my music up really loud. "Fine, fine."

"Thank you!"

Yeah, right. They are probably trying to convince her that I'm complete dangerous and I need the help they can give me.

I purposely stomped down the stairs. "What? You gonna try and brainwash me too?", I spat bitterly.

To my surprise, Whitey laughed. "No, we're just trying to give you a safe environment."

I snorted, "yeah. I have one."

"Really? Then tell me, kid. Why do you lock yourself in your room?", the man asked.

Fuck him. "That's non of your business." I glared.

"Emroy! I taught you betta' then that!", Daisey said, glaring at me.

Boy, did that man look smug.

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What do you say?", Daisey asked, tapping her foot.

I could clearly feel that he was smug. "Sorry. Now, what? Should I pack to go to freak camp? Or did the hospital supply you with enough straightjackets?"

"You can pack." Whitey said, smiling.

Gees, she felt pretty happy. "Fine, fine."

I hated them so much.

"So, you'll go?", Daisey asked.

I nodded stiffly. If she really wanted to get rid of me that quick, I wasn't going to burden her.

I turned around, walking towards my room. I slammed the door closed, screaming as soon as I heard the click.

"FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE! GODDAMN IT! WHY FUCKING ME?!", I yelled, covering my ears.

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
Ohh dead.

Dead! By My Chemical Romance played, blending with the anger and agony in my voice. I truly hated them with every fiber of my being. How could anyone want to go to a place like that? I didn't understand it. I couldn't understand it.

I just bet everyone there was one of those damn cookie cutters with the nice Apostle clothes, and the preppy attitude. I would never fit in.

A freak among a pile of freaks, huh? I bet the tabloids would get a kick out of that.

Unu. TM stands for "Trade Mark". I had to add that because of the sarcasm of Emroy and because I did not come up with "Music. My Life".

A/N: I used some songs because this is in Emroy's POV, so you might see some sarcastic comments and snides like that. I stayed up past one decided on how I wanted to write her character, and what said character would say to people.

Songs used:

There's No Sympathy For The Dead: Escape The Fate. Damn, I miss Ronnie.

Dead!: My chemical Romance.

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