Title: The Kind Of Human Wreckage You Love To Hate
Author: DamagedInk
Genre: General, Drama, Tragedy
Pairing: N/A
Rating: R (For future chapters)
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance or any other human being.


Chapter One: Drumsticks and Wet Willies

(Alex's POV)

(Alex Is The Drummer And Main Character)

So I watch from the muddy and fog tainted window the supposed beautiful countryside of New Jersey. The rest of the band seems to grow excited in their seats from the sight of a cow. The only thing I see when I happen to turn and look is its crap colored ass. I sigh from exhaustion and boredom all at once and pick up the drumsticks that almost seemed to camouflage under the bags of luggage. One's cracked down the middle and the other seems fine.

"Sam!" I try to make my voice loud enough to overpower everyone else's and get out vocalist's attention. He turns around to look at me. Strands of his medium brown hair fall in front of his almost black eyes and he semi-smiles. We're the closest in the whole group. I point to the bag that had killed one of my drumsticks. "This yours?" He pointed a finger towards Mike, the bassist, and I just look back towards the window.

Soon enough I felt a hand on my shoulder and I knew it had to be Sam.

"You know we're almost there." He said. His voice sounded like he was one of those emo kids that sat around moping all day long. I knew him better than that. He was actually quite hyper, all of us are when we get some space between us instead of being cramped into a small SUV.

"I know… I still can't believe it though." I didn't eve realize we were whispering our conversation as if the other four would've heard us anyways.

In my ear I felt something wet and cold, something that made me cringe and almost scream. Turning around I glared at Sam for giving me a Wet Willy. His eye's taunted me like they always did. He had green eyes that seem to flicker the way fire should instead of grass. But that was something he seemed to develop over the years.

I sat back down instead of doing what I would've usually done and punched his eyes out. Instead I tried to imagine how I would feel a half hour later, opening for My Chemical Romance.

Images flew past my eyes as the car swerves out of control. Aiden, Mike's best friend and driver, screams out, "Holy Fuck." I shut my eyes close and grip my head as it hits the walls and anything else nearby in the car at each turn of the car. I thin we're rolling now, I feel like I'm being lifted from my seat. Is the pain Zeus went through while Athena was stuck in his skull, trying to get out? At least no one's gonna crack my head open with a hammer.

I'm not Catholic, I have no religion, but if there's anyone out there… help…