All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Daddy Wore Black, Daddy Had Guns
“Mikey!” Ray yelled at his friend. “You spaced out again. What’s wrong?” Mikey was staring at a wall again. Nothing on the wall, just a plain wall.
“Oh, I was just thinking about something. No biggie.” He replied, still not all there.
“I know something’s wrong. That’s the only time you ever get like that.” Ray paused, trying to get Mikey’s attention again. Now he was whimsically staring into his coffee.
“MIKEY!” Ray yelled again.
“What?” Mikey said, confused about what stopped his day dream. It was the same thing he’s been thinking about for the past few days. That moment when his lips connected with those of another. It changed his feelings around, and messed his head up quite a bit. I suppose it seems as though he’s falling in love.
“Did you and Skylar have a fight or something? You haven’t been talking to her as much as you did.” Ray asked.
“Uh, no. We just... don’t have much to talk about. That’s all.” He answered, even though he knew they had plenty to talk about.
“You’re the worst liar in the world. I’m going to get her, and you’re both going to apologize.” Before Mikey could say no, he was gone.
“Why am I being dragged?” He heard Skylar’s voice from down the hall.
“Alright, you two. Mikey, say you’re sorry.” Ray said, like a mother trying to control two fighting children.
“I’m sorry.”
“Now Skylar, say you’re sorry.”
“I apologize.”
“Now kiss and make up.” The air got heavy with tension when he said that. It made them wonder if he knew. Mikey took the statement all to literally. He leaned in and connected his lips with Skylar’s once again.
“That’s enough making up, you guys.” Ray said, but they didn’t stop until they needed oxygen. When they separated all Skylar could think about was where her cold, analytical mind had gone, and how to get it back.
Signing’s at concerts were always hard to deal with. All of the children coming up, it got tiring. Don’t get me wrong, the whole band loved their fans, but sometimes it gets ridiculous. But tonight... tonight was special. A young fan came up, looking to be around fourteen.
“Can you read my poem? It’s about my life, and my older sister. I’d really like feedback.” She said to Gerard, handing him the sheet of paper.
“Hush little baby you have to keep quiet,
I don’t want you to notice, but dad started a riot
Mama’s in hiding, been there for years
But with me you are safe now no need for your tears
Hush little baby this is a warning,
I’m really not sure if we’ll make it to morning
Dad’s getting closer, just hear him yell,
And if we both die then we’ll see him in hell
Sleep little baby, I know you’re in sorrow
Just close your eyes and I’ll see you tomorrow
Maybe someday we’ll see Mama again,
But for now little baby this might be the end
Sleep little baby hold onto me tight
I’ll save you from fires that started tonight
Hush little baby, for this is goodbye,
I’m broken and bleeding and I think I might die
But dad’s off in jail now, no need to worry,
The neighbor called 911, I just hope they hurry
Hush little baby, I see Mama coming,
I hear a lullaby, she’s the one humming
Kiss me goodbye, right there on my head,
We’ll meet again little baby, as soon as you’re dead.”
He read.
“Is this true?”
“Yes, every word of it, besides the part where he was put in jail.” She said. The bruises and cuts covering her body could’ve answered that.
“Give me one second.” He said, running off to share the poem with Skylar and Frank. They had a plan instantly.
“Oh, I was just thinking about something. No biggie.” He replied, still not all there.
“I know something’s wrong. That’s the only time you ever get like that.” Ray paused, trying to get Mikey’s attention again. Now he was whimsically staring into his coffee.
“MIKEY!” Ray yelled again.
“What?” Mikey said, confused about what stopped his day dream. It was the same thing he’s been thinking about for the past few days. That moment when his lips connected with those of another. It changed his feelings around, and messed his head up quite a bit. I suppose it seems as though he’s falling in love.
“Did you and Skylar have a fight or something? You haven’t been talking to her as much as you did.” Ray asked.
“Uh, no. We just... don’t have much to talk about. That’s all.” He answered, even though he knew they had plenty to talk about.
“You’re the worst liar in the world. I’m going to get her, and you’re both going to apologize.” Before Mikey could say no, he was gone.
“Why am I being dragged?” He heard Skylar’s voice from down the hall.
“Alright, you two. Mikey, say you’re sorry.” Ray said, like a mother trying to control two fighting children.
“I’m sorry.”
“Now Skylar, say you’re sorry.”
“I apologize.”
“Now kiss and make up.” The air got heavy with tension when he said that. It made them wonder if he knew. Mikey took the statement all to literally. He leaned in and connected his lips with Skylar’s once again.
“That’s enough making up, you guys.” Ray said, but they didn’t stop until they needed oxygen. When they separated all Skylar could think about was where her cold, analytical mind had gone, and how to get it back.
Signing’s at concerts were always hard to deal with. All of the children coming up, it got tiring. Don’t get me wrong, the whole band loved their fans, but sometimes it gets ridiculous. But tonight... tonight was special. A young fan came up, looking to be around fourteen.
“Can you read my poem? It’s about my life, and my older sister. I’d really like feedback.” She said to Gerard, handing him the sheet of paper.
“Hush little baby you have to keep quiet,
I don’t want you to notice, but dad started a riot
Mama’s in hiding, been there for years
But with me you are safe now no need for your tears
Hush little baby this is a warning,
I’m really not sure if we’ll make it to morning
Dad’s getting closer, just hear him yell,
And if we both die then we’ll see him in hell
Sleep little baby, I know you’re in sorrow
Just close your eyes and I’ll see you tomorrow
Maybe someday we’ll see Mama again,
But for now little baby this might be the end
Sleep little baby hold onto me tight
I’ll save you from fires that started tonight
Hush little baby, for this is goodbye,
I’m broken and bleeding and I think I might die
But dad’s off in jail now, no need to worry,
The neighbor called 911, I just hope they hurry
Hush little baby, I see Mama coming,
I hear a lullaby, she’s the one humming
Kiss me goodbye, right there on my head,
We’ll meet again little baby, as soon as you’re dead.”
He read.
“Is this true?”
“Yes, every word of it, besides the part where he was put in jail.” She said. The bruises and cuts covering her body could’ve answered that.
“Give me one second.” He said, running off to share the poem with Skylar and Frank. They had a plan instantly.
