My Ovaries!

My Chemical Romance

"Gerard Way saved me," you repeated to yourself, "he is a God in the emo community." Ever since the concert you had gone to on March 22, 2013, you felt as if you were going insane.

How could Gerard just say that. They were the best band ever. "Why would they just split up with no warning whatsoever." you thought to yourself.

"So long and goodnight-" the only words that mattered. The only band that mattered. It angered you to a great extent because of the fact that My Chemical Romance was literally the only band that you felt speaking to you on a personal level.

As a little bit of a backstory on your life, when you were born, your dad became an alcoholic your mom did the same. When you were older your uncle molested you and your dad would beat you. You told nobody because you thought they would not believe you. Gerard Way actually did save you. He saved you from yourself. I guess we all know why it was a mass suicide of emo kids after they split up. They were their lifeline, and they pulled the plug on their life once their life support was gone.

Nothing had ever made you more happy than My Chemical Romance, so now that they were gone, there was no point in holding back whatever emotion you had towards anyone, so you comped a letter, staring at the bottom of a bottle, it seemed to be your only friend. Why did life have to be so torturous with them gone? When your mom died, you did not feel sad, just sheer envy. You wanted to be with her and I guess this would be your final straw.

"Dear Mother, I love you, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. Dear Father, forgive me, 'cause in your eyes I just never added up. In my heart I know I failed you... but you have abandoned me. If I could hold back the pain, would I still be here? 'Cause I remember everything. If I could help you forget about me... would you move on? 'Cause I remember everything, everything that you have done to me, fuck you.

Oh dear Brother, just don't hate me, for never loving you, or even caring . Dear Sister, please don't blame me. I only did this because you all are fucking cunts. It's a long and lonely road, when you know you walk alone...

I honestly feel like running away. All of you say I will never change. But what the fuck do you know, absolutely nothing, you don't know anything about me because you don't care. I would burn this all to the ground, before I let you in. Please forgive me, but just know that I can't forgive you.

But this all went by so fast, and I cannot change the past. If I could start again, would that have changed the end? Just remember. I remember fuck you all I hope you die. I don't love you, so long and goodnight."

Nothing had ever been more meaningful to you. Except for what you were about to write to your boyfriend. "Was he even really my boyfriend?" you thought to yourself.

"Dear (insert qt3.14 bf name like Carter), another day in this carnival of sadness. Another nights end, as quickly as it goes. And it is almost like Gerard is trying some gang shit with my feels, by the way I'm killing myself. The places I've been, and the faces I've seen, a million stories shattering only my dreams. And yet I still can't seem to find my way back home, honestly I have none.

I will no longer be an annoyance to you. I will be gone from existence, my life is like a diary and I guess it is time for it to be closed like a casket, and never be opened, I guess that's a bit ironic, but it's how my story goes. I won't forget you, I hope you're not mad at me."

In the midst of writing that, you started to cry. You knew it was your time to go but nobody else did. You put the letters into an envelope and watched yourself lower them onto the table. You made your way into the bathroom, ready to end every single thing in your life that has ever brought you down. You were going to let the voices win.

The rusty razor looked like it needed some compassionate attention on your wrists. You said your last goodbye to this earth. The razor blade kissed your skin as your uncle had done when you were younger. The blood started to pour out of the gaping wound you had caused. But you liked it. It was now your only source of ecstasy. You loved every single grieving second as you slashed through your wrists. Letting every single last feeling of pain, enjoyment, agony, and solitude out with one last slice, hitting your radial artery, dripping all of the blood from your body onto the bathroom tiles. Being dead was the best thing. No more would the pain hurt, or the wounds bleed, there was no blood left in you to succeed.

*OwTheEdge*

They said you would never change, but now you have changed, in a matter of minutes you went from a mess, bleeding out from the wrists, to just a bloody pile of nothingness.

Your dad came home that night, drunker than usual, alongside your mom. They did not notice you or the letters. Your brother and sister both went up to their rooms because they hated seeing their parents drunk. Your boyfriend was coming over to your house, to sneak into the bathroom, the way he had always came, he would be the only one to know you were dead. And you knew that. Your spirit still lingered around your body, ready to be laid to rest.

The minutes went on, he finally arrived, he came with flowers and chocolate, ready to comfort you. He knew how much you loved My Chemical Romance. You noticed from afar that he was wearing a Marilyn Manson T-shirt. "What a sadistic fuck." you thought to your lifeless self because suddenly spirits have the ability to do all of this "He must be married to the devil.".

He saw your body on the floor, blood, tears, and all. A large grimace formed across his face as he whispered "I have been waiting for this moment for a real long time, boo." he said it in the most evil way whilst unbuckling his belt, and pulling his pants down, exposing a small, hairy, uncircumcised cock. "The world you gave me has been a complete hell and am glad you died, heh.".

He pulled the panties off and slid his fingers into your wet with urine fingers, he moaned, looking at you in a horny fashion, he stated to rub his dick on your pussy, making him moan even more, he shoved his fingers deep inside of you, he loved the feeling. He finally shoved his dick in you, thrusting faster, rubbing your clit he spit on it and flicked it. He started to moan more, he kept going deeper inside of you, choking your lifeless body. He started to cum inside of you but pulled out and brought it to your mouth, as he came he let out a monstrous moan that your dad happened to hear.

Your father rushed into the bathroom, naked and with a boner, grabbed your boyfriend off of you and started kicking him, even in his drunken stupor, he managed to knock the boy out, he dragged him out of the bathroom, onto the couch, and started to fuck his tight asshole, ripping and tearing at his pink anus, the boy started to bleed but your father did not care. He thrusted in his ass deeper, and deeper, until the boy literally split in half. Your dad left his body lying there. He went back to bed. Nobody ever cared to clean up your body.

You are just a worthless emo.