All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Consider The Pregnancy Terminated
“Gerard Way” I typed into the Google search bar. Amazing thing, Google. It finds anything you want. A few pages came up, advertising a band called ‘My Chemical Romance’. I’m guessing this was the band he and Frank were talking about starting... but it says the band wasn’t started until 2001? Of course, Gerard must’ve gone to art school without me, that bastard. No matter, this makes them easier to find. Seems they have a concert nearby in two months. I might as well let them know I’m here. I’ll go to that concert and we can have fun once again. If they don’t want to cooperate, I might as well hold my favorite knife to their throats. That always works. Oh, just sixty one days until I get to do what I love with who I love. Of course, I could start today as well. I like that option.
“Gimme a tequila. Actually, gimme two. I’ma drinkin’ for two here.” slurred the heavily pregnant woman at the bar. She is someone who’s asking for it. Thinking fast, I walked over to her.
“Allison? You shouldn’t be drinking.” I said, putting on a concerned face.
“Mah name ain’t Allison, yah slut.” She responded, attempting to hit me, but missing by a couple of feet. People were starting to stare.
“Allison, you’re drunk. Please, I’ll take you home. It’s not good for the baby.” I cried. People were beginning to support me in my supposed “good deed”.
“Lady, listen to your friend. You’re going to kill that kid inside of you.” The bartender said.
“The kid I didn’t want? I don’t care! I want it to die.” She said. I dragged her out of the bar, kicking and screaming, much to the enjoyment of the bar. They applauded. Straight from the bar to the alleyway, where my knife was waiting. She began chocking on her blood from the second I slit her throat. Well, I might as well add a smile while I’m by her head. How else will Gerard and Frank know about me? I quickly sliced it in and moved down to her stomach. I sliced it open, watching the small kicking actions emanating from a watermelon-sized organ. I sliced it open, looking at the small life inside it. What is this emotion I feel... sadness? Madness? No... sympathy. Why do I feel this? I never have before, besides, I’d be sparing this child from the depressing, injuring, reality that is this world. I quickly jabbed the knife in its small neck and twisted. I watched as both mother and child quickly bled to their deaths. ‘Why not give the child a smile as well?’ I though. After all, it will never have a natural one. Afterwards, I got rid of any evidence of my presence. A clean crime is a good crime. I’m sure they’ll be found and put on the news. It feels good to be back.
“Gimme a tequila. Actually, gimme two. I’ma drinkin’ for two here.” slurred the heavily pregnant woman at the bar. She is someone who’s asking for it. Thinking fast, I walked over to her.
“Allison? You shouldn’t be drinking.” I said, putting on a concerned face.
“Mah name ain’t Allison, yah slut.” She responded, attempting to hit me, but missing by a couple of feet. People were starting to stare.
“Allison, you’re drunk. Please, I’ll take you home. It’s not good for the baby.” I cried. People were beginning to support me in my supposed “good deed”.
“Lady, listen to your friend. You’re going to kill that kid inside of you.” The bartender said.
“The kid I didn’t want? I don’t care! I want it to die.” She said. I dragged her out of the bar, kicking and screaming, much to the enjoyment of the bar. They applauded. Straight from the bar to the alleyway, where my knife was waiting. She began chocking on her blood from the second I slit her throat. Well, I might as well add a smile while I’m by her head. How else will Gerard and Frank know about me? I quickly sliced it in and moved down to her stomach. I sliced it open, watching the small kicking actions emanating from a watermelon-sized organ. I sliced it open, looking at the small life inside it. What is this emotion I feel... sadness? Madness? No... sympathy. Why do I feel this? I never have before, besides, I’d be sparing this child from the depressing, injuring, reality that is this world. I quickly jabbed the knife in its small neck and twisted. I watched as both mother and child quickly bled to their deaths. ‘Why not give the child a smile as well?’ I though. After all, it will never have a natural one. Afterwards, I got rid of any evidence of my presence. A clean crime is a good crime. I’m sure they’ll be found and put on the news. It feels good to be back.
