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I can't believe this is almost the last chapter! I'll put the last chapter up tomorrow.
hope you like it
AlexisSCREAM
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Arrow POV
I ddin't actually want to got to the party. But everyone was there, And the sound of Gerard's voice filled the room. And Ray and Frank's guitars, Mikey's bass and Bob's drums. My Chemical Romance. The band that saved my life. Also the band that fucked my life up after that. Then 'saved' me again. But what they didn't know was in my head, I only had one image. A gun. It woudln't leave. I was about to do what i ahd done so many times before. But this time, it was going to happen. I reached for my diary, and began to write. Once I had finished writing, i walked over to my closet and opened it. My guitar. My knives. My sketch book. My photo albums. My clothes. My gun. The wilted roses I wanted to put by Darcy's grave. All untouched. Left in the places they were in months ago. I grabbed my sketch book. All they were was memories. Nothing else. All they were ever gonna be. Memories.
'Arrow!' I heard Lindsey yell. I raced downstairs. Tasha was trying to play with Bandit.
'Awww that's so cute!' I laughed.
'I know' Jamia smiled.
They guys just groaned.
'Could you play Headfirst For Halos, please?' I asked
'Sure' Mikey smiled.
After they played that I said 'I've figured out my funeral music!'
Everyone stared at me.
'You...thought I meant it!' I laughed. I couldn't believe i had just accidently mentioned it. But everyone believed me, luckily. After we continued to party. I began to try and re-style my blue-streaked hair. My hair was black and blue. And I didn't ever wear my lip ring. Everyone was pleased with how much progress i seemed to be making. I wasn't making any. Sure, I had stopped cutting, drinking and doing illegal drugs, but I still smoked. And I was definitely still suicidal.