chapter one: Again?

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A.N: I found this on pintrest. I thought it'd make an interesting book.

 I thought it'd make an interesting book

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ookay time to begin.

Everything is crashing down on me. Again. This time worse. My mom's just been killed, My boyfriend just broke up with me, I've just lost one of my two jobs, and my dog's recently run away. Not to mention my dad and brother have been blaming me for my for my mom. Mom and I had been um... out. Anyway we split up and she was killed. My fault. I've been told a million times in the past two days.

"GET OUT! WHY WON'T YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY?!" My father's voice rang snapping me from my thoughts. His beer bottle crashing on the wall behind me. I run from the house crying. I got in my 1967 black Chevrolet impala, Who's paint had new key marks down it's side, and drove away. Back to my apartment on the corner of 4th and Freemont. (please tell me you understand that reference) once inside I run to my bathroom. Shuffling around the cupboard and finding a small box of razors. I drag the blade across both wrists four times. 'Dad's right. I got my mom killed.' I thought watching the streaks of red stream from the horizontal cuts. I walked out letting them bleed. I glanced at my clock. 2:39 a.m it read. I go to sleep with no regard for my bedding.

Gerard's pov

I wake up at 2:40 in the morning to pain. I pinpoint it to my wrists. I turn the light above my small tour bus bunk bed on. I can now see the blood flowing from four horizontal cuts on each wrist.

"Uuhhmm Frank Mikey!" I half yell panicking a little now. I hear them shuffling around. Ray too. I hadn't meant to wake him. He most likely will go back to sleep.

"Gee, what is it? What's wrong?" Frank questions. Mikey then asks if I'm okay. They turn the actual lights on and climb to see what's up.

"Oh my god. Gee did you do this?" Mikey ask. Both of their faces showed concern. Which is understandable considering my past.

"N-no. I woke up in pain and found-" I raise my wrists awkwardly. "this." I finish. How's this even possible? Maybe my... soul mate? Why would they do this?

*time skip to the next morning*

I wake up in the morning and jump out of bed,remembering I have tickets to a my chemical romance concert tonight. My friend is coming to pick me up in twenty minutes. I live hours away from the venue. So I pick my outfit and do my makeup.

 So I pick my outfit and do my makeup

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After getting dressed I do my hair. Simply straightening/curling it and putting a little leather bow in one side.  I hear the horn from outside and walk out of my apartment to find Jordyn, Cheyenne, and Luce waiting in the car for me. I hop in and we start driving.

A.N: tell me if I should continue this or not please! I know this is kinda a short chapter. Only 500 words before this note. 531 by the end. BYE GUYS!!

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