Letters from the Grave Stone

Confession

Gerard called today.

I didn't answer.

He has a new song out. I like it.

I like his voice, his everything.

I walked with Marisa, searching for Olivia.

We bumped into a kid, blond hair, blue eyes, about 12 or 10..

He wore shorts, a tie and suspenders.

"The angel you seek is not near. She's speaking from afar. She says that she must pay for her sins in purgatory." Then he walked off.

[OOOH BOOK MIX. THAT'S A CHARACTER FROM PARANOID. HIS NAME IS RASCAL SO AHM YA AAGH]

"Weird kid. But some bad ass suspenders." Marisa said.

"I guess. Let's just find Olivia already."

"yeah, yeah.." she mumbled but I could tell she couldn't care less.

This was my problem and not hers. As much of a friend she was, when Marisa was tired and hungry, she was the bitchiest bitch who ever bitched.

I saw a figure sitting at a bench, intensely watching people.

Only creeps do that.

I think we found our angel.

I point it out to Marisa and she nods. We casually walk over.

"Yes?" Olivia asks once we get to her.

"My brother is like really hurt and.."

She touches my forehead and we're in Gerard's tourbus.

"Is that all?"

"My... my... brother..."

"He'll be fine."

She disappeared.

"Hey, Phil." Gerard said. He looked more awful in person.

Next thing I know, I'm sobbing in his chest, yelling about how I'm sorry.

He shushes me but I go on.

I felt better, like a sinner going to confession.

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is! I broke your heart, I made you hurt! I never want to do that again! I'm yours, Gerard, truly and lovingly!"

"That's why I called you.. I'm dating someone else."