GERARD
Lying on my bunk, I couldn't contemplate how my life had turned the way it had. I had just finished on webcam with Bandit and Lyn. God, I missed them, but the thing that got me most...was how in the space of a couple of months I had found of my suicidal daughter was going out with my best friend and was pregnant... I turned my head to the side. Mikey was eagerly typing away to Alicia on his side kick, Ray was staring at the picture stuck to the ceiling of his wife and Bob was gently practising drums. I drummed my finger of the bed...my phone rang. Thank god. I picked it up quickly to see it was Frank.
"Hey Frankie. Is 'Elena okay? Any hold ups? Did you get your ba..." I didn't get any further because He interrupted me.
"'Elena thinks there is something wrong with the baby." I sat up immediately. Hitting my head on the bunk bed. They guys all quickly turned to see me.
"What?" I said sharply.
"I don't know Gee! We were on the plane and then she just started crying...and she told me that something wasn't right...and...Oh god. We've just got off now and I've jsut calmed her down, but...fuck...What if she's right?" He literally screamed down the phone.
"Okay. Calm. Down. Can I speak to her?"
"NO! You can't mention a word of this to anyone. She at the effin toilette any way." My mind whizzed about...Everyone else in the room had seemed to disappear and my fatherly affection kicked in.
"Is she okay? Oh god...did she seem like she was going to do something stupid?"
"I'm not sure. Look. I have to go. Don't tell anyone." Franks voice rang soberly...
-----------------------------------------"'Mikey stop the god damn car!" I ordered.
"DON'T YOU DARE!"
"What the hell's happening?" Bob asked.
"Gee stop shouting." Frank whispered. Mikey pulled over. I felt like everything was happening so fast...al I could feel was worry for...my baby...
" 'Elena when did you do that to yourself?" I grabbed at her arm, but she pulled it away.
"I didn't do it to my self!" My eyes widened as she said that.
"What...wh-." She interrupted me before I could say anything.
"my ex did it to me! Okay? Are you happy?"
"'Elena...I..." I stuttered out all the world I could think of...
"One night I went over to his house and he was really drunk and he accused me of cheating on him...he pulled out this night and...started carving this in my arm...I was just bleeding...I thought I was going to dye...his brother walked in just as he was finished and getting ready to bash my god damn head of the wall and pulled him of me and took me to hospital!" My expression must have change so violently I was scared that I might have scared her.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." Franks voice rang out like the bells or a lowly church, calling its last. --------------------------------------------------------
I hung up my phone, shaking my head. Before the guys could say anything, I jumped up and ran into the main room. Into the pitch dark and closed the door. Everything seemed to start pounding on me. I was so worried for 'Elena, I just had to keep telling myself that Frank could look after her...like he always has.
'ELENA.
I stared at the mirror in the toilettes. Woman were applying makeup quietly. Smacking their lips and batting their lashes. I sighed heavily I looked down at my bloated belly...stroking it gently.
"Excuse me?" A woman said. I smiled and turned to her.
"You probably get this all the time, but my son love MCR and he adores you and it would really make his day if he could get your autograph!"
"Oh right...yeah!" I said with fake enthusiasm. She handed me a pen and a piece of paper and I quickly scribbled down a little message and my autograph 'Never give up on immortality, 'Elena Way xo.' She smiled and folded it neatly before putting it in her bag.
"Thank you so much. It's his 15th birthday in a week and this'll make his...life?" She laughed before returning back to her original position in front of the mirror. I liked the idea I had just made some kid happier on his birthday, but getting this attention...even through the years...still freaked me out. I walked out of the bathroom, to see Frank waiting for me, with his cheeky little smile. He had been so great on the plane. He had calmed me down. Bough a gazzilion-million bars of chocolate because wanted them and never freaked out...even after what I told him. Maybe I was just being a little rash...I hoped I was anyway. So we made our way to the hospital. It was midday here in NJ and I was shaking rapidly.
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight Just give us war-worn lipstick by the door if I inflame These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight Just give us war-worn, I've been calling you all week Pick up the phone I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like) Well you don't say C'mon I wanna save your heart
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone, fucker
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
I wanna see what your insides may be