Elizabeth Jennings had a great life till her parents died and she went to live with with her grandmother. When her Grandmother dies and there is no family that can take her in she goes into foster care. There her life has just went down hill being moved from one home to another. She has finally given up hope of family coming to take her. Soon it wouldn't matter anyway. Once she turns 18 her foster family was going to kick her out. WARNING - this story will have self harm and sexual scenes. I do not know or own any members of any band that may get put in here. This story is completely made out of my own dreams and thoughts. I did not write this to offend anybody that may be in the story.

It's not like I asked for this. I didn't ask. I didn't want this. But now there's nothing in this world that I could want more. Him, next to me. Smiling. Us sitting next to each other. Holding hands. Kissing. Hugging. Everything. Frank; a depressed kid with problems no one could imagine. And a desire to die. Gerard; another depressed kid who doesn't want life anymore. 3:39 am. Gerard finds Frank passed out on the beach. 5:24 am. Frank wakes up in his room with no memory of two hours before. 6:12 am. Mikey, Gerard's brother, sits in his brother's room, talking about the boy Gerard found on the beach. 9:52 am. Gerard wonders about the boy on the beach. 10:43 am. Frank wonders why he's still alive. 12:37 pm. Mikey wonders why his friend, Frank, is acting so weird. 2:19 pm. Gerard leaves the house and goes to the beach, where he found the boy. 3:49 pm. Frank realises someone found him. 5:26 pm. Mikey wants to know what the fuck is going on with the two important people in his life. Disclaimer: I only own characters that I have made up, all others I do not own, even though sometimes I wish I did. Cover made by a most wonderful person, BeatusQuinnOfficial (c) eat-a-butt-jurard

One of my earliest works it's been sitting unfinished - my writing started off as fan fiction, so this is a My Chemical Romance fan fiction. Well, I finally got around to finishing it and I quite like it so thought I would put it up here. Katya loses her parents suddenly and unexpectedly. She is then ripped from her home and has to move overseas to live with her brother - who happens to be a member in her favourite band! How will she handle the loss of her parents? What is she meant to do with her life now?

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

*Sequel to Emily, Please Don't Go Away* It was poetic, in a way. Almost like Romeo and Juliet, only I was trying to escape from him. As I stared into his eyes, he offered me a weary smile. "Emily, let's go home." Six years had passed since I had last seen him. I wasn't supposed to ever see him again. I was supposed to be free. Things weren't supposed to end this way.

Frank's parents died over a year ago which has caused him to spiral into a big heat of depression. He's angry, tired, and doesn't care. Gerard is tired of seeing his friend like this, so he hires him an at-home therapist. She's happy, sweet, and very optimistic. It's basically an odd couple situation. ~no I am not romanticizing depression, I am trying very hard not to do that, Frank just happens to be depressed, she won't be "curing him" with kisses or whatever, that's unrealistic, she's there to help him through this :) With that being said, if any of you guys need someone to talk to, I'm here. Suicide hotline- 800-273-8255 Tw- depression, drinking

Please don't read this, I wrote it when I was 12/13. Gerard and Frank have been married for almost two years. Everything has been going fine. Jobs are a success. But, Gerard falls ill, and he already knows what is happening. He had carried a child before, in his high school years, but that lead to a miscarriage. Gerard knows he's pregnant, and it raises past fears and depression. He starts doubting his trust on Frank, and starts to isolate his true feelings to protect his unborn child. Mikey urges Gerard to tell Frank, but his older brother is hesitant. His last boyfriend deserted him. Would Frank, his beloved husband, desert him, too?

Because who doesn't love a revenge era Frerard? It's 2004 and My Chem are on tour. It should be a happy time, and yet Gerard finds himself spiralling, caught in a toxic relationship and even more toxic addictions. The only people that can seem to get through to him at all are his bandmates, but that's becoming complicated too, as he's accidentally fallen in love with one of them. Disclaimer/warning - this story deals with alcohol and substance abuse. I don't want to romanticise it at all - if anything, this is about how love doesn't automatically fix these issues.

discontinued, sorry- i am re-writing it though, i'll post the link once chapter 1 gets posted :) Y/N had just moved to Belleville, New Jersey and had to stay in a hotel for the time being. She needed coffee one morning and decided to try to find a Starbucks Coffee. When she turned the corner she bumped into a man who was holding some coffees, his coffee ruined the Nirvana shirt she was wearing. Who would have thought that a ruined band shirt could change her life forever? TW: drug abuse, self harm, cuss words (no shit Sherlock), confusing as hell, and strange innuendos. Created June 6, 2020