To The End

25 Oranges and Lemons

    "Here comes a candle to light you to bed. And here comes a chopper to chop of your head" Mikey smirks. He has a knife. Around him are all the people I've hurt. In dreams and reality. They are all glaring at me.       

        "Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop." He holds the knife up to my throat, applying pressure. A warm, thick liquid seeps down my neck, he laughs like a madwoman, and I collapse on the ground.        

          I jump up and grab my throat. Confused when there's nothing wrong. It's pitch dark. Mikey is snoring next to me. That was only a dream? I'm glad.

        I lay back down, pulling the covers up to my chin. I close my eyes and think of the tour. I'm glad that I can finally leave this shit hole for a while. I'm glad Mikey was lying to me for that reason. But I can't forgive him. Oh yeah... Why is he in bed with me? I don't really mind. But we never resolved that problem. Fucker.

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        I awake to the sound of Thank You For The Venom. I moan. It's 6 in the morning. It's not even light outside! Mikey isn't next to me anymore. He's not in the room either. "God damn you, turn off!" I point to the alarm, which is on the other side of the room. Who put that there?!

        Mikey walks in and turns it off. "Good morning..." He chuckles. "What's so funny?" He smirks, "first of all, you need to get better at waking up, and half of your face is black"      

        What? I throw my legs over the side of my bed and get up. I stumble, my legs still asleep. I walk in the bathroom and look in the mirror. Woah. He's right. I must've been crying last night. My makeup is smeared down my cheeks. Had I forgotten to take it off?       

        I grab a wipe from my makeup bag and wash it all off before sloppily applying more eyeliner. I dump all of my pills in the makeup bag, then throw it on top of my duffle. I get dressed.    

        I walk out to the kitchen. "Impressive" Mikey hands me a foam cup. I take a sip. Black coffee. "What?" A goofy smile spreads across his cheeks. "You haven't passed out yet."

        Slow ass motherfucking elevator, I won't miss you. Mikey sighs, "so, um. I was a bit of a dick before... At the hospital." I laugh. "Oh, really?"

        He ignores my snarky comment. "I just wanted to know if you still hate me. Because its fine if you do." The door opens. I pick my bag up and walk out. "I never hated you, I was only jealous." What am I saying?

        The van is outside, with a dinky trailer attached. My Chemical Romance is spray painted on it, along with other various things. Ray walks around the back and opens the trailer. Mikey puts his bass in, and I put my keyboard. Once that's shut and locked, Mikey and I try to get in the van.

        It's really tight quarters in here. I'm stuck next to Gerard and Mikey. We're all quite close in here, literally. Gerard looks over at me and grins. "Hi, Dakota. Bet you're excited to stay with us in this tiny van for the next three months?" I chuckle. "Thrilled" I yawn.

        It's still only 6:30am, and I am still really tired. I rest my head on Mikey's shoulder and close my eyes.

        "Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down" he grins, twirling the knife in his fingers. I take it from him and throw it to the ground, he frowns at me. "Why the nursery rhymes?" He sighs. "You wouldn't understand, they hold greater meaning in the world."

        When I open my eyes again, it's broad daylight outside. Frank has made himself quite cosy, and has his legs across our laps. Gerard is drinking a cup of coffee, and also smoking a cigarette. Mikey is asleep, his head against the door.