Angel Alvarez, also known as 'Dark Angel' by her fellow peers has suffered through more than one can imagine. After her brother's death, Angel quickly spirals into a world of darkness. She thinks that no one will ever be able to pull her away from her repetitive nightmares, awful memories and bad addictions but is Angel right? Is she too gone to be saved? Or will someone be able to pull her out of the darkness?

"Today's date is March 15th, 2009. My name is Peasnie Ann Sullivan. I am fourteen years of age. I live in Chicago, Illinois with my step dad. My mom walked out on us when I was four. I never knew my dad but my mom left me clues. Like my last name, it's Sullivan not Jones. Then she said he lived in Long Beach, California. My dad's name is James Sullivan. I've never met him but I'm going to. Tonight is the night of my fourteenth birthday and tonight is the night I break free from my step dad's clutches. I'm going to find my dad. I don't know what he looks like, his phone number or even where he lives but I'll find him. I'm leaving Chicago and going to California. I'm taking this camera as evidence on my quest. Wish me luck."

School is almost over, but the drama is just beginning. Frank and his friends couldn't be happier that the long-awaited Senior trip has finally arrived, even if it means the entire class, including the preps, the jocks, and the stoners are going. And where else would they be going other than the city that never sleeps; Las Vegas. But some of Frank's excitement deflates when he's assigned to room with the biggest jerk in school, Gerard Way. Nothing could be worse... until Frank wakes up in bed with Gerard, no memory of the night before, and a wedding ring. And let the drama begin... WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIA AND HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE

In that place that everyone's afraid of, that place that only the most pure souls can avoid, that place where the flames burn your bleeding soul until there's nothing left of it, he made a deal. After being killed without remembering who did it or saying goodbye to anyone, the only thing that he wanted was to see his lover again, but there was a price, a big one. He had to bring the devil the souls of a thousand evil men, and he was willing to do it without any complain. Nothing was stopping him from seeing her again, since he had a lot of experience from his past life on earth, and maybe, he'd find out how he died.

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

The members of Green Day were used to going out, getting drunk, and forgetting their names. Infact, it was a common night for Mike Dirnt, Billie Joe Armstrong and Tré Cool. But one thing they weren't used to was Billie Joe being gone. He's not dead... but he has disappeared...

Brandii Madden is the sister of Joel and Benji Madden of Good Charlotte. She is a make up artist who never expected her life to become as complicated as It does. Facing difficult events such as Love, heartbreak, fights, and slowly going from her private life to well known, will she survive the life style of fame or will it be too much for her?

Frank, a young man coming from a broken family, moves into a small apartment complex in Jersey, next to a forgotten polluted lake. Gerard, a college dropout sits in his own apartment, rotting away, downing his sorrows with coffee and cheap art supplies, thrives on nothing more than sheer luck. But then they meet. Seemingly enough, Gerard finds Frank, the youngster, a bit odd and annoying, whilst Frank...well Frank's thoughts are undertermined.Follow their lives as Gerard strives to uncover the young mans hidden secrets, scars, and past-While trying not to fall for him in the end. [May possibly contain super fluffy scenes, and/or MAYBE smut (only if requested!) ] Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, nor the band, but the idea was mine, and if any characters resemble, mimic, or have the same identity as someone else [besides Gerard, Frank, ect.] then it was completly by coinscendence.