Emerge From Your World, and Enter Mine
Final Chapter
Disclaimer: Does it look like a freshman is capable of owning anything? No, I didn't think so. And if you're thinking of those super smart bastards, I'm not one of them. So don't bother me about owning stuff that I don't own.
QUICK NOTICE: I have changed my penname to A Fire Inside, officially.
Authors Notes: I have lost interest in this story, I had long ago. Like I always say, I don't like anything that I create. So if I never finish this story, it's not that you guys don't review, it's just that, I really don't care for the fic. I don't see why you guys continue to read this, I would have stopped reading. But like anyone gives a fuck about what I say, think, or feel. So now onto this pathetic excuse for a story.
"Love all, trust a few"
- William Shakespeare
~Matt's room.
Matt awoke to the eerie sound of screeching silence. He looked around his room, wondering what he was doing awake, and more importantly what had awoken him. He looked over to his stereo; the digital numbers read 3:40am. He shut his eyes, but they quickly opened once again, as his mind recalled the message he had received yesterday. He reluctantly rolled out of bed, and onto the black tile floor. He pushed himself up and turned on a small reading lamp, not wanting too much lighting. He pulled on an undershirt, and a pair of black Dickie's. Grabbed his cell phone and a wrist watch, and was out the window. He drove towards the high school, which he thought he would never return to after the last day of school.
He parked his car a block away from the school, not taking any chances of it being vandalized. He walked towards the quad, where he saw a mysterious figure, concealing in the darkness of the hour. Matt approached the figure, trying to get a better glimpse of the person. The figure reviled himself, it was Kevin with an intimidating look about his face. "You? You're the one who sent me that message? This is just great." Matt commented with sarcasm detectible in his voice. "Shut it, fuck face." Kevin demanded as he took a step towards Matt. "Tell me what to do again, and you'll be eating my fist." Matt said as Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Really, is that so?" Kevin asked as he neared Matt with no caution what so ever. "Guess what? I can tell you what to do whenever I want to." Kevin said as he shoved Matt. Matt shoved him back, and Kevin threw a punch, causing Matt to take a few steps back. "Aren't so tuff when Mimi or your friends aren't around are you?"
Kevin stated. Matt charged Kevin sending both of them to the ground unceremoniously. Matt decked Kevin twice, and was about to once again, if it weren't for someone throwing him off Kevin, and onto the ground. Matt looked up and saw Brad and Jay standing over him, with malicious looks on their faces. Brad and Jay both grabbed hold of him and restrained him as Kevin took shots at him over and over again. Matt managed to twist away and dropped Brad to the ground. Matt took a swing at Kevin, getting Kevin directly on his eye. Jay took hold of Matt's arm and twisted it around, giving him an Indian rope burn while at it. Kevin got back up, and popped Matt in the eye, Jay let go of Matt, and let Kevin take him down. The three continued to take hits at him, Matt began to cough up blood as Kevin took hits at Matt's stomach on a continuous basis. Kevin banged Matt's head on the water fountain, causing Matt's head to bleed a bit. Brad kicked Matt with no consideration with the amount of force he used; his foot slipped and hit Matt's head. Matt slowly lost consciousness, and soon, sedated.
~Matt's unconscious world
Matt was being dragged down a hall, as he kicked and screamed in objection. Matt was strapped down onto a metal table as doctors pulled out syringes. "You know this would hurt less if you would just quit denying our help." a nurse said as she brought down the syringe with an unneeded amount of force. "I didn't try to do it." Matt tried to clarify. "Sure we believe you, you just had one too many pills, you didn't try to commit suicide." the doctor said mockingly. "I didn't do. . anything." Matt managed to say as the drug began to take affect.
"Just a simple yes or no would do." a voice said. "NO!" Matt shouted as he received another dose of slight electrocution. "You didn't try to take your own life?" the voice asked again. "NO!" Matt screamed once again, another shock was felt throughout his body. "Why do you insist on denying?" the voice asked. "I'm not denying anything!" Matt exclaimed a more powerful dose of electricity was felt. "I didn't try to kill myself." Matt concluded his sentence; another shock.
Matt was in a simple white suit, no zippers, no strings, nothing capable of being used as a weapon of self mutilation. He sat at his assigned table, where others were sitting in the same attire, eating the sorry excuse of a lunch, along with medication. "You're the guy, who tried to over dose, aren't you?" a girl at the table asked Matt who sighed. "I didn't try to over dose." Matt stated. "Of course you didn't, the pills just ended up in your mouth didn't they?" a boy around his age, chastised. "You could have at least gone for the gun, it's instant, you get some blood out, and hey, you wouldn't be in here if you had gone for It." another boy said as his sleeve slid down and revealed marks on his wrists. "I didn't try to commit suicide." Matt repeated.
"CODE RED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" sirens went off and grip loads of the doctors, nurses, and guards ran down the hall. It was a code red; they happened often, always on the third floor. Code red, a patient attempting suicide, somehow, they always found a way to try a pull it off. "You know the statistics kid," Matt's roommate, or cell mate, if you'd say, stated. "Out of every 100 attempted suicides, 50 always try it again, 15 percent finally pull it off on their second try." he added, as Matt looked out the window of the door. "This is ol' Leo's fourth try, this gives him a 30 percent chance of actually dying." he said with a grin on his face.
Matt awoke in a cold sweat; the sound of ringing had awoken him. His cell phone was ringing; he reached for the phone with a bloody hand.
"Hello?"
"Matt, is that you?"
"Leo?"
"Matt, it's me, Mimi."
A sudden flashback hit Matt hard; Leo had died that night, at the hospital where he and others were staying.
"Mimi."
"Matt, what's wrong?"
"Nothing.. not-nothing, why'd you call?"
"I didn't call, you called me, but no one answered."
"I didn't dial your number? . .. . Mimi, can you pick me up at the high school quad?"
"Why are you at the high school? It's 7:30 in the morning."
"I had to meet someone earlier, and I don't think I can drive right now."
"Sure, when do you want me over there?"
"As soon as possible, can you bring some gauze, a few band aids, and Neosporin?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in about 23 minutes."
"Thanks, laterz."
"Bye"
Matt waited on the ground for awhile, before he decided to get up off the cold cement floor. Fifteen minutes passed, which Matt spent, wondering around the school, and wondering back to the quad. He sat in the quad, where he could make out a bronze plaque engraved into the ground, it read, "Class of 2003: Attitude Empowers." It was right next to the other class plaques; all had different class mottos, for some reason he didn't like his class motto. He preferred, "Class of 2000: Nothing Stands in Our Way," but he had to choose between: Attitude Empowers, and Life is What You Make It. Of course Life is What You Make It had already been used by both, class of '76 and '89 so they stuck with the more original one. Matt sighed inwardly when he realized he was thinking about school.
Mimi walked up to Matt who was staring intently at the class plaques, when she tapped him on the shoulder. Matt spun around quickly, with paranoia detectable in his motions. "Matt, what happened to your head?" Mimi asked with worry. "Nothing. . . How'd you get here?" Matt asked as he stood up. "I took a cab, why?" Mimi asked. "Good, can you drive stick shift?" Matt asked as he tossed her his car keys. "I think... I thought you said only you could drive the Viper?" Mimi asked as Matt led her to his car. "Okay, this car has a very delicate accelerator, so don't apply to much pressure on it." Matt said Mimi smiled, and turned the key. She released the clutch and zoomed down the street. "You talk as if I've never driven a car before in my life." Mimi commented, and Matt shrugged. "What happened to your head?" Mimi asked again. "Nothing." Matt answered. "It doesn't look like nothing." Mimi commented as she glanced at the small gash on Matt's head. "I had a run in with a certain ex-boyfriend of yours." Matt finally answered. "Kevin?" Mimi asked in somewhat disbelief. "Don't sound so surprised, it's not like the guy loved me or anything." Matt commented cynically. "When?" Mimi asked Matt. "I would say around 4:30, around that time." Matt answered. "And he won?" Mimi said in a voice between worry and humorous. "I didn't exactly lose to Kevin, it was more like. . . . . I lost to Kevin, Brad, and Jay." Matt clarified.
The car fell silent; the only sound was that of the car cutting through the wind. "Who's Leo?" Mimi asked after several minutes of stillness. "Leo?" Matt asked. "Leo, you thought I was somebody named Leo earlier on the phone." Mimi made her question more specific. "Oh, that Leo.... You could say he was a friend of mine." Matt responded as he looked out the window. "So he's not your friend anymore?" Mimi asked. "Why on earth would I be friends with a dead person?" Matt responded. "He's dead." Mimi said. "Yes, he's been dead for almost three years." Matt added onto her sentence. "Oh," Mimi managed to say, Matt simply nodded derisively. The car was enveloped in calmness once again; a cloak unreadable tension was also there. The quiet, insecure; striking of Matt's fingers on the leather seat was the only noise in the car. "He hung himself..... Leo, it was October 9th 2000. Twenty-two days Halloween, his favorite holiday......." Matt said, and then muttered something to himself. "Why am I even telling you this?" Matt asked as he shifted his attention towards his hands. "Maybe because you feel you need to tell someone." Mimi said. "Well, I don't." Matt said on impulse. "Okay." Mimi murmured.
"Ow, son of a fuckin' ...." Matt said as Mimi rubbed, rubbing alcohol on the cut he had on his head. "Quit whining." Mimi told him. "Easy for you to say." Matt said as he winced a bit. "Do you prefer Band-Aid, or gauze and some tape?" Mimi asked. "Or you could just leave it how it is." Matt said as he got up off his seat. "That'll work too," Mimi said as she took a seat on her bed. "...So, how's Ian?" Matt asked. "He's ok, I guess, but he does have a bruise on his arm." Mimi said. "I wonder how that happened." Matt said trying to sound as innocent as possible. "When are you heading off to college?" Mimi asked Matt. "College is for people who have noting else better to do, and for people who can't find a better way to be something in life. I, Mimi, my sexy girlfriend, am neither." Matt answered. "Really?" Mimi said cynically. "But of course, I have a record deal with Epic Records. That record deal is my way to be something in life without having to go to college. And the band that got me that record deal is my, 'something to do,' so as you can see, I have no need for college." Matt explained. "I guess I won't be seeing too much of you around any college campus," Mimi said. "I guess you won't....... When are you heading off to college?" Matt asked Mimi. "Sometime, next week...." Mimi answered as she pointed out the boxes in a corner of her room.
Matt nodded his head along understandingly, with a weak grin on his face. "I see.... nothing lasts forever." Matt said. "What's that suppose to mean?" Mimi asked Matt, who shrugged his shoulders lightly. "I'm just saying that you'll go off to some college, you'll meet new people. We won't last you know. Might as well end it you know so no one gets hurt..." Matt trailed off as he watched Mimi's expression change. "You're breaking up with me?' Mimi asked in disbelief. "It's for the best. Don't get me wrong, but I don't really wanna hurt you." Matt answered. "You're breaking up with me?" Mimi repeated sadly. "C'mon Mimi, please don't....... Mimi, don't cry, please..... Trust me it'll be better like this." Matt said to her softly. "Why?" he heard Mimi murmur quietly. "I.... Mimi, look at it this way. I just want you to not be restricted when you go off to college. I know you're gonna meet other guys over there, and I don't want you feeling that you're somehow hurting me." Matt attempted to explain. "But I don't wanna meet new guys," Mimi sobbed into Matt's shoulder. "Mimi, c'mon......we would never see each other, and what kind of a relationship would that be? Umm......... It's not you, it's me." Matt explained as he put an arm around Mimi who was sobbing into his shoulder. "It's not funny." Mimi managed to say. "I'm gonna go now, just please don't do anything you might regret... ... Please Mimi, I'm gonna go now." Matt said as he tried to get Mimi to release her grip from his shirt. Matt leaned back on Mimi's bed, slowly bringing Mimi down with him. Mimi gradually loosened her grip on Mat shirt as she slowly cried herself to sleep. Matt cast a shadow upon Mimi as he looked down on her, before he climbed out her bedroom window, and never looked back.
Author's Notes: Hah! That's what you guys get for saying I'm a good writer! A cheap ass ending! So how'd you guys like it? You can obviously guess how much I like it. So please review, I don't care it you're flaming or if you just wanna say something about GC or AFI. Speaking of which LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, a punk animated movie is due out in December, so watch out for it. Benji and Joel Madden of Good Charlotte will be in it, relatively small roles but they'll still be in it. Davey Havok of AFI will also be appearing on that movie as Hay. Tim Armstrong will be the narrator of LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, if you would like to know more on LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, please be sure to email me at gcgirlpunkangel@yahoo.com, and I'll email the site to you. This is my last chapter for Emerge From Your World and Enter Mine. Please, please, please, read my other fics.
~A Fire Inside
Final Chapter
Disclaimer: Does it look like a freshman is capable of owning anything? No, I didn't think so. And if you're thinking of those super smart bastards, I'm not one of them. So don't bother me about owning stuff that I don't own.
QUICK NOTICE: I have changed my penname to A Fire Inside, officially.
Authors Notes: I have lost interest in this story, I had long ago. Like I always say, I don't like anything that I create. So if I never finish this story, it's not that you guys don't review, it's just that, I really don't care for the fic. I don't see why you guys continue to read this, I would have stopped reading. But like anyone gives a fuck about what I say, think, or feel. So now onto this pathetic excuse for a story.
"Love all, trust a few"
- William Shakespeare
~Matt's room.
Matt awoke to the eerie sound of screeching silence. He looked around his room, wondering what he was doing awake, and more importantly what had awoken him. He looked over to his stereo; the digital numbers read 3:40am. He shut his eyes, but they quickly opened once again, as his mind recalled the message he had received yesterday. He reluctantly rolled out of bed, and onto the black tile floor. He pushed himself up and turned on a small reading lamp, not wanting too much lighting. He pulled on an undershirt, and a pair of black Dickie's. Grabbed his cell phone and a wrist watch, and was out the window. He drove towards the high school, which he thought he would never return to after the last day of school.
He parked his car a block away from the school, not taking any chances of it being vandalized. He walked towards the quad, where he saw a mysterious figure, concealing in the darkness of the hour. Matt approached the figure, trying to get a better glimpse of the person. The figure reviled himself, it was Kevin with an intimidating look about his face. "You? You're the one who sent me that message? This is just great." Matt commented with sarcasm detectible in his voice. "Shut it, fuck face." Kevin demanded as he took a step towards Matt. "Tell me what to do again, and you'll be eating my fist." Matt said as Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Really, is that so?" Kevin asked as he neared Matt with no caution what so ever. "Guess what? I can tell you what to do whenever I want to." Kevin said as he shoved Matt. Matt shoved him back, and Kevin threw a punch, causing Matt to take a few steps back. "Aren't so tuff when Mimi or your friends aren't around are you?"
Kevin stated. Matt charged Kevin sending both of them to the ground unceremoniously. Matt decked Kevin twice, and was about to once again, if it weren't for someone throwing him off Kevin, and onto the ground. Matt looked up and saw Brad and Jay standing over him, with malicious looks on their faces. Brad and Jay both grabbed hold of him and restrained him as Kevin took shots at him over and over again. Matt managed to twist away and dropped Brad to the ground. Matt took a swing at Kevin, getting Kevin directly on his eye. Jay took hold of Matt's arm and twisted it around, giving him an Indian rope burn while at it. Kevin got back up, and popped Matt in the eye, Jay let go of Matt, and let Kevin take him down. The three continued to take hits at him, Matt began to cough up blood as Kevin took hits at Matt's stomach on a continuous basis. Kevin banged Matt's head on the water fountain, causing Matt's head to bleed a bit. Brad kicked Matt with no consideration with the amount of force he used; his foot slipped and hit Matt's head. Matt slowly lost consciousness, and soon, sedated.
~Matt's unconscious world
Matt was being dragged down a hall, as he kicked and screamed in objection. Matt was strapped down onto a metal table as doctors pulled out syringes. "You know this would hurt less if you would just quit denying our help." a nurse said as she brought down the syringe with an unneeded amount of force. "I didn't try to do it." Matt tried to clarify. "Sure we believe you, you just had one too many pills, you didn't try to commit suicide." the doctor said mockingly. "I didn't do. . anything." Matt managed to say as the drug began to take affect.
"Just a simple yes or no would do." a voice said. "NO!" Matt shouted as he received another dose of slight electrocution. "You didn't try to take your own life?" the voice asked again. "NO!" Matt screamed once again, another shock was felt throughout his body. "Why do you insist on denying?" the voice asked. "I'm not denying anything!" Matt exclaimed a more powerful dose of electricity was felt. "I didn't try to kill myself." Matt concluded his sentence; another shock.
Matt was in a simple white suit, no zippers, no strings, nothing capable of being used as a weapon of self mutilation. He sat at his assigned table, where others were sitting in the same attire, eating the sorry excuse of a lunch, along with medication. "You're the guy, who tried to over dose, aren't you?" a girl at the table asked Matt who sighed. "I didn't try to over dose." Matt stated. "Of course you didn't, the pills just ended up in your mouth didn't they?" a boy around his age, chastised. "You could have at least gone for the gun, it's instant, you get some blood out, and hey, you wouldn't be in here if you had gone for It." another boy said as his sleeve slid down and revealed marks on his wrists. "I didn't try to commit suicide." Matt repeated.
"CODE RED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" sirens went off and grip loads of the doctors, nurses, and guards ran down the hall. It was a code red; they happened often, always on the third floor. Code red, a patient attempting suicide, somehow, they always found a way to try a pull it off. "You know the statistics kid," Matt's roommate, or cell mate, if you'd say, stated. "Out of every 100 attempted suicides, 50 always try it again, 15 percent finally pull it off on their second try." he added, as Matt looked out the window of the door. "This is ol' Leo's fourth try, this gives him a 30 percent chance of actually dying." he said with a grin on his face.
Matt awoke in a cold sweat; the sound of ringing had awoken him. His cell phone was ringing; he reached for the phone with a bloody hand.
"Hello?"
"Matt, is that you?"
"Leo?"
"Matt, it's me, Mimi."
A sudden flashback hit Matt hard; Leo had died that night, at the hospital where he and others were staying.
"Mimi."
"Matt, what's wrong?"
"Nothing.. not-nothing, why'd you call?"
"I didn't call, you called me, but no one answered."
"I didn't dial your number? . .. . Mimi, can you pick me up at the high school quad?"
"Why are you at the high school? It's 7:30 in the morning."
"I had to meet someone earlier, and I don't think I can drive right now."
"Sure, when do you want me over there?"
"As soon as possible, can you bring some gauze, a few band aids, and Neosporin?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in about 23 minutes."
"Thanks, laterz."
"Bye"
Matt waited on the ground for awhile, before he decided to get up off the cold cement floor. Fifteen minutes passed, which Matt spent, wondering around the school, and wondering back to the quad. He sat in the quad, where he could make out a bronze plaque engraved into the ground, it read, "Class of 2003: Attitude Empowers." It was right next to the other class plaques; all had different class mottos, for some reason he didn't like his class motto. He preferred, "Class of 2000: Nothing Stands in Our Way," but he had to choose between: Attitude Empowers, and Life is What You Make It. Of course Life is What You Make It had already been used by both, class of '76 and '89 so they stuck with the more original one. Matt sighed inwardly when he realized he was thinking about school.
Mimi walked up to Matt who was staring intently at the class plaques, when she tapped him on the shoulder. Matt spun around quickly, with paranoia detectable in his motions. "Matt, what happened to your head?" Mimi asked with worry. "Nothing. . . How'd you get here?" Matt asked as he stood up. "I took a cab, why?" Mimi asked. "Good, can you drive stick shift?" Matt asked as he tossed her his car keys. "I think... I thought you said only you could drive the Viper?" Mimi asked as Matt led her to his car. "Okay, this car has a very delicate accelerator, so don't apply to much pressure on it." Matt said Mimi smiled, and turned the key. She released the clutch and zoomed down the street. "You talk as if I've never driven a car before in my life." Mimi commented, and Matt shrugged. "What happened to your head?" Mimi asked again. "Nothing." Matt answered. "It doesn't look like nothing." Mimi commented as she glanced at the small gash on Matt's head. "I had a run in with a certain ex-boyfriend of yours." Matt finally answered. "Kevin?" Mimi asked in somewhat disbelief. "Don't sound so surprised, it's not like the guy loved me or anything." Matt commented cynically. "When?" Mimi asked Matt. "I would say around 4:30, around that time." Matt answered. "And he won?" Mimi said in a voice between worry and humorous. "I didn't exactly lose to Kevin, it was more like. . . . . I lost to Kevin, Brad, and Jay." Matt clarified.
The car fell silent; the only sound was that of the car cutting through the wind. "Who's Leo?" Mimi asked after several minutes of stillness. "Leo?" Matt asked. "Leo, you thought I was somebody named Leo earlier on the phone." Mimi made her question more specific. "Oh, that Leo.... You could say he was a friend of mine." Matt responded as he looked out the window. "So he's not your friend anymore?" Mimi asked. "Why on earth would I be friends with a dead person?" Matt responded. "He's dead." Mimi said. "Yes, he's been dead for almost three years." Matt added onto her sentence. "Oh," Mimi managed to say, Matt simply nodded derisively. The car was enveloped in calmness once again; a cloak unreadable tension was also there. The quiet, insecure; striking of Matt's fingers on the leather seat was the only noise in the car. "He hung himself..... Leo, it was October 9th 2000. Twenty-two days Halloween, his favorite holiday......." Matt said, and then muttered something to himself. "Why am I even telling you this?" Matt asked as he shifted his attention towards his hands. "Maybe because you feel you need to tell someone." Mimi said. "Well, I don't." Matt said on impulse. "Okay." Mimi murmured.
"Ow, son of a fuckin' ...." Matt said as Mimi rubbed, rubbing alcohol on the cut he had on his head. "Quit whining." Mimi told him. "Easy for you to say." Matt said as he winced a bit. "Do you prefer Band-Aid, or gauze and some tape?" Mimi asked. "Or you could just leave it how it is." Matt said as he got up off his seat. "That'll work too," Mimi said as she took a seat on her bed. "...So, how's Ian?" Matt asked. "He's ok, I guess, but he does have a bruise on his arm." Mimi said. "I wonder how that happened." Matt said trying to sound as innocent as possible. "When are you heading off to college?" Mimi asked Matt. "College is for people who have noting else better to do, and for people who can't find a better way to be something in life. I, Mimi, my sexy girlfriend, am neither." Matt answered. "Really?" Mimi said cynically. "But of course, I have a record deal with Epic Records. That record deal is my way to be something in life without having to go to college. And the band that got me that record deal is my, 'something to do,' so as you can see, I have no need for college." Matt explained. "I guess I won't be seeing too much of you around any college campus," Mimi said. "I guess you won't....... When are you heading off to college?" Matt asked Mimi. "Sometime, next week...." Mimi answered as she pointed out the boxes in a corner of her room.
Matt nodded his head along understandingly, with a weak grin on his face. "I see.... nothing lasts forever." Matt said. "What's that suppose to mean?" Mimi asked Matt, who shrugged his shoulders lightly. "I'm just saying that you'll go off to some college, you'll meet new people. We won't last you know. Might as well end it you know so no one gets hurt..." Matt trailed off as he watched Mimi's expression change. "You're breaking up with me?' Mimi asked in disbelief. "It's for the best. Don't get me wrong, but I don't really wanna hurt you." Matt answered. "You're breaking up with me?" Mimi repeated sadly. "C'mon Mimi, please don't....... Mimi, don't cry, please..... Trust me it'll be better like this." Matt said to her softly. "Why?" he heard Mimi murmur quietly. "I.... Mimi, look at it this way. I just want you to not be restricted when you go off to college. I know you're gonna meet other guys over there, and I don't want you feeling that you're somehow hurting me." Matt attempted to explain. "But I don't wanna meet new guys," Mimi sobbed into Matt's shoulder. "Mimi, c'mon......we would never see each other, and what kind of a relationship would that be? Umm......... It's not you, it's me." Matt explained as he put an arm around Mimi who was sobbing into his shoulder. "It's not funny." Mimi managed to say. "I'm gonna go now, just please don't do anything you might regret... ... Please Mimi, I'm gonna go now." Matt said as he tried to get Mimi to release her grip from his shirt. Matt leaned back on Mimi's bed, slowly bringing Mimi down with him. Mimi gradually loosened her grip on Mat shirt as she slowly cried herself to sleep. Matt cast a shadow upon Mimi as he looked down on her, before he climbed out her bedroom window, and never looked back.
Author's Notes: Hah! That's what you guys get for saying I'm a good writer! A cheap ass ending! So how'd you guys like it? You can obviously guess how much I like it. So please review, I don't care it you're flaming or if you just wanna say something about GC or AFI. Speaking of which LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, a punk animated movie is due out in December, so watch out for it. Benji and Joel Madden of Good Charlotte will be in it, relatively small roles but they'll still be in it. Davey Havok of AFI will also be appearing on that movie as Hay. Tim Armstrong will be the narrator of LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, if you would like to know more on LIVE FREAKY DIE FREAKY, please be sure to email me at gcgirlpunkangel@yahoo.com, and I'll email the site to you. This is my last chapter for Emerge From Your World and Enter Mine. Please, please, please, read my other fics.
~A Fire Inside
