I totally (dammit) want you to play : Friends and Alibis By Escape The Fate, it's commemorative to two people, who shall know who they are! XD

BLAKE

I chocked out at the sound of the front door opening. I looked down at my blood stained arms, ribbons of hate stretching across them like veins. I jumped up and tried to wipe them with a tee shirt, but they wouldn't stop bleeding. All faintness was overcome by complete need for no one to see me like this. I heard some one come up the stairs, the early morning light shun through my bedroom. The footsteps stopped outside my bedroom, but then seemed to disappear into Gees room. I was still angry with him, he called me a fucking slut! I didn't want to see him or speak to him or...I lost my train of thought in the mellow music of The Cure, their blunt and truthful lyrics filling my room.
'You couldn't ever love me more, you couldn't love me more, you couldn't love me more...love me more, I couldn't ever love you more...I couldn't love.' Music of equal loudness flowed in from Gees room. As much as I liked Aces High it was a matter of dignity. I turned my music up louder, he turned his louder. I bit my tongue. I pulled a long sleeved hoodie on so he couldn't see the raw, red cuts down my arm and stepped outside his room, trying to dig up the courage to go inside. Just do it. He's the jerk, not you. Shout at him. Shout at him as loud as your lungs will allow you. Make him feel like shit. I opened the door, ready to shout to see Gee sitting on his bed his eyes red and bloodshot as he was attempted to unscrew the lid on his pain killers, blood and crud covered his clothes and scrumpled up pieces of paper covered his bed. He looked up to me, expecting me to shout at him. I wanted to, but the anger had seeped out of me seeing him.

"Turn your music down." I said, staring at the razor on his bed and ran out of the room, back into mine and slammed the door shut. I couldn't stay in there any longer because I might have been tempted to make convocation with him. I took my hoody of painfully un veiling my infected looking scars. I felt myself put my hand up to my face, my lips gently trailing against the rough skin of my hands. I tasted like filth. The music in Gees room went off, leaving my depressing melody drifting around. I got up and put a new CD in the player. The song that had been playing last night, this was my peace offering. I wanted to be angry with him and I was going to drag it out as long as possible, but this simply meant I was going to kill him. Something was pushed through the bottom of my door, the gap between the door and floor. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a white piece of paper and printed clearly on it was the world 'Sorry.' I was sure what to do so I got a pen and wrote on it 'I didn't mean what I said about you.' A slipped it through and waited a couple of second until it was passed through again, 'Good.' I looked down at the paper. I bit my tongue and wrote onto it 'I'm going to sleep.' Pushed it through and went to my bed. He didn't slip anything else through. I hadn't forgiven him, but I wasn't sure if he had forgiven me, I had said some shitty things. I closed my eyes and lay there, un sure why I had an unsettled, burning feeling in my stomach. I almost wanted to cry, my chest moved in and out heavily, what was happening to me?

My fingers traced along the red lines on my abnormally pale skin, dry tears chocking me. I dug my finger nails into the newer cuts, making a red liquid pore out, I rubbed my finger on it and painted my arms with a thick, long red stripe of blood. An overcoming, deep feeling of longing had over taken me. I closed my eyes, shaking.

I woke up to the knocking sound on the door. I looked around, blood stained my sheets and my clothes and my skin.

"Blake? Are you okay?" Gee said sounding a little worries, I was unsure how long he'd been outside. I tried to coverover the razors and blood before the door opened, un veiling a shocked looking Gee, his eyes fixed onto my arms and eyeliner stained cheeks. He walked in slowly and sat next to me.

"How long have you been doing it?" He asked.

"Around 6 or 7 years." I answered simply, not wanted to talk to him. He looked down at the cuts, his hand moving slowly to them. I flinched away.

"You don't have to like me Blake, I'm just trying to help." I bit my tongue and let him roll up my sleeves to take a better look.

"These look bad, they're infected...Wait here." He jumped up went into his room and came back with a damp cloth, salt packet and band aids. He started dabbing at the cuts, I winced.

"You should have thought about that before you cut your arms open." He commented.

"It's a spur of the moment thing." He started to tear open the packet of salt.

"This is going to hurt, but it's either this or going to the hospital." He said to me, un reassuringly. He rubbed the salt into my wounds with his rough hands, rhythmically moving them as I shuddered in pain.

"I'm sorry." He said as her finished and I was close to tears. He started to bandage my arms up, I was still un willing to talk though.

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"You wouldn't understand." I said bluntly. My aversion obvious.

"I understand perfectly well."

"How?" He started to roll up his sleeved, revealing long scarred arms, I held my breath as he pulled his top of showing the shalshes along his torso, bruising and scratches.

"I get it." He said. I stared at his perfectly sculpted torso; lost for words. I put my index finger out and traced a long one that stretched from the bottom of his collar bone down to his lower hip.I leaned my head against his chest, it fell and rose violently under my influence.

"Don't do it." I whispered. He hugged me before pushing me up and dragging himself of my bed.

"Go to sleep." He said, wrapping my blankets around me, still topless, of course and turning of my lights.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked.

"Shouldn't you be at college?"

"Touché. I'll ring them up and say you fell down the stairs or something." He said turning to the door.

"Gee."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." He gave me a little salute before heading off to his room. I shallowly breathed in through shock and utter pain. I tried to close my eyes, to sleep, to rest, but I couldn't. I shouldn't. I needed to escape. I NEEDED to sleep. I needed to sleep. I went over and over it in my head as I heard Gerard cash about in his room. I held my breath.

GERARD

It was the shock. The utter shock of seeing Blake like that. For her seeing me like this. I could still feel her fingertips on my scar. She didn't understand. No one understood. I didn't understand. I couldn't, there was a block on my mind. Stopping me from comprehending anything these days and it wasn't helped by the alcohol. I wish I knew what I was feeling, I wish I had figured it out then, before any of this shit happened. But like I said. No one understood. I looked into the mirror, starring at my pale, scarred body. I thrashed out, kicking the mirror, cracking the side of it. Glass shards fell to the ground. I picked one up, I drew it along my finger, it left a trail of blood on it. It's sharps sides no tainted and impure. With a smirk I bough it too my wrists. I know what you're thinking; 'You've just freaked out at Blake for doing this, why are you?' The answerer is. Well, there's no answerer OR non that I can explain. The reason I relaxed by watched blood run down me was as inexplicable as the reason millions of people around the world like pop, it just happened. I dropped the shard of glass and sat on my bed. The air filled me. Nauseating. Lethargic. Solitude. Eruption. Antipathy. Love. Hate. Jealousness. Anger. Need. Panting. Desire.

BLAKE

The next morning I got up. Got dressed. Got cleaned. Put on makeup... you know...the usual stuff. I walked downstairs sleepily, expecting to find a half asleep Gee dreaming about nothing as he slept his coffee, That wasn't the case. He was sitting, full dressed, on a stool waiting for me. Big bags framed his eyes, but everything else about him was alert. He handed me some coffee.

"Because I know you get so grumpy in the morning when you don't have coffee." I took a sip, it was nice and hot.

"Thanks." I mumbled, looking around awkwardly.

"Are we friends again?" Gerard asked. I bit my tongue.

"I guess..." I smiled before literally being forced into gulping down my coffee and dragged to the car. I watched as he drove along, my eyes flicked from him to the road. Then the started to fix on him, particularly on his (no covered) chest. I could almost still feel the way it bumped around under my touch.

"You're staring." He said.

"No shit Sherlock." I laughed, awkwardly; still staring.

"Are you freaked out about last night?" He asked.

"A little and you?" I asked, he nodded.

"It's not like, I didn't know you had been, I mean...I'd seen them..." He trailed of.

"Yeah." I said unsure of what was right or wrong to say in this situation.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"I wondering if Mikey knows about all those scars on you." I said. His eyes, clamped on me as we pulled up into the school.

"Do you know why my family moved?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I had just moved out of the house and everything had gone downhill for all of us. I was so introverted. I spent all my time drinking and popping pills and cutting, I was so self absorbed I didn't notice my little brother changing. He'd started on drugs, to give him a kick, to escape. It became a need for him to find excitement, which lead to him doing some stupid stuff..." He said, I listened solemnly.

"He started hurting himself, like breaking bones by jumping out of buildings. Just for the thrill. That year was the worst year of my life, Mikey started to get abused at school too and my parents decided they needed to get Mikey out there before her killed himself so they moved here so they could also make sure I couldn't kill myself." He said. I stared at him, startled by what I had just heard.

"I had no idea..." I gasped. Gee shook his head, tears close to the surface.

"No one did." He said.

"Is...is he okay now?" I asked.

"He's getting better." Gerard said sternly.

"And you?" I asked, my voice caught in my throat.

"I don't care about me, I just care about my family." Gee said, wiping his eyes. I pulled him into a hug and whispered into his ear:

"I care about you Gee." I heard a bang on the window. I turned to see Mikey, he was smiling and waiting for me. I took a shallow breath in. How could I think of him as the same person he was only a couple of minutes ago. I kissed Gee on the cheek and got out of the car.

"Hey honey!" He smiled, giving me a hug.

"Hey Mikey." I said.

"Aren't you excited for the party?" He buzzed, I turned my head back to Gee as we walked. He was still there, watching us silently. I waved, he waved back. You'd thin a wave for a simple thing, but it isn't; well at least not this one. This on meant more than that. I watched Mikey as he walked, I bit my lip. I started to notice things I had never noticed before, like the fact he always wore sweat bands, the very faint pink scar going up his arm, the bruising along his collarbone.

"What you looking at?" He asked.

"Nothing." I smiled, looking around for Frankie.

Stay out of the light
Or the photograph that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone
Another night and I'll see you
Another night and I'll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face

[Chorus:]
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those

Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go

Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day

[Chorus:]
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and lose

Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go

Down

And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down

I tried
I tried

And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way

And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.

Well never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.

Well I tried
One more night
One more night
well I'm laughin' out, cryin' out, laughin' out loud
I tried, well I tried, well I tried,
'Cause I tried, but I lied
I lied

I tried
I tried
I tried, well

And we'll love again, we'll laugh again
We'll cry again and we'll dance again
And it's better off this way
So much better off this way
I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed

And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now