The First Birthday.

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Okay. So I shall finish this book in Chandler's P.O.V.
~ Unicorn Boy|-/
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One day passed, it was my birthday- Saturday, October 31st- and I dreaded this day.
My mom and dad died, one year ago today, from a drunk driver.

I had just tied up my hair and I was now writing on my neck. 'Very Much Alive.'

"Chan! Come here!" Frankie called.
"No, I won't!" I yelled, tears welding in my eyes.

I had curled myself into a ball, then fell back asleep as my eyeliner on my neck dried seeing as it was liquid eyeliner because ew smears.

When I woke up it was around 6ish, and I knew there was a party going on upstairs, and by that I mean Mikey,Gee,Toby,Frank, and Ray where all just hanging out playing some music.
So I grabbed my guitar, Luna, and faced my back to the door as I played.

"I'm in trouble, I'm and addict.
I'm addicted to this boy he's got my heart in a knot and my stomach in a whirl even worse I can't stop calling him he's all I want and more.
I mean da-a-am what's not to adore?"
I sang, it was obvious as to me singing Trouble by NeverShoutNever. But instead of female pronouns I used male ones.
And by the near end I heard my door creak open a bit, yet didn't mind.
"Nice song." I heard.
Mikey, of course.
"Yeah right." I say sarcastically, realizing how I was in a t-shirt and shorts because pajamas are my best friend.
So to avoid things, I said. "Hey let me change and I'll be down okay?"
Mikey just nodded and walked out, closing the door.
I had on my black jeans(the usual) and a long sleeve nirvana shirt, then ran back up seeing how my room was in the basement.
"Hello fuckers!" I yell.
And on que Frankie and Toby yelled "Hobbit!" To me.
You see, my hairs naturally wavy, and I didn't straighten it-because  my straightener broke. And I really needed a new one.
I rolled my eyes, walking off to the kitchen, now don't get me wrong I fucking love the five people in my house(Frankie, Ray, Gee, Toby and Mikes) but when you're awoken at 8:10am it's fucking annoying.
And it's cold as shit.
I wanted coffee as well. So I got just that.
"Hey, after you're done in the kitchen we wrote a song for you, and we want you to hear it!" Frank called.
Ugh.
I got my coffee, and then walked out to find Frankie, Gee, Mikey, Ray and Toby all in a small group, Toby had her box drum, Mikey his bass, and Frankie and Ray on the guitar as I knew Gerard would be singing.
The song then started.
God let's hope this goes well.

"Long ago
Just like the hearse, you die to get in again
We are so far from you
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take
From every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well, I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take
From every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well, I've been holding on tonight." The song was amazing so far, yet I felt a small tear roll down my cheek, but hey, that's fine.

"What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight" the song I admit was beautiful.
But it was upsetting.
Why'd they write it for me?

"Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend
To leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide." At this point, I knew it was about my parents, and that's when I started crying, not just a few tears but crying.

"What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight-"  Gee had been cut off by me walking out and screaming "fuck you!"

"Fuck you!" I screamed again.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 07, 2016 ⏰

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