A Bell Of Juxtaposition

A Bell Of Juxtaposition

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'A hand jabs my neck. My eye shoots open in the shock of the icy finger touching me.' You wake in a dark, damp, box room with hardening stares on your bare bloody body. A shadow sits cramped in the corner. BANG...he's shot dead. 'Where am I?' This question is never answered but one that will be is 'Will you get out?' At each ring of the bell, brings you more pain and ominous memories that were buried. They are dug out from the grave of your brain by a man who's name you must learn again: Gerard Way. With your worst nightmares buried under the mud of mind, what will be unearthed as you dig deeper? What you find will change everything, again.
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"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...

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