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Catch me if I fall

You've got a pocket full of reasons why you're here tonight (Panic! At The Disco)

Karamels P.O.V
As soon as our asses hit the seat of the couch, a woman walked through the door who I was guessing was their mum. Wow, we got home in time. At first, she only saw Mikey and Gerard. But when she turned around, she finally saw the rest of the guys, myself included. You could see she was kinda shocked to she me just sitting there as if nothing were wrong. She walked up to see me and I stood up. The she did the nicest thing. She pulled me into a hug and gave me a big smile. It was one of those smiles that you got when you scraped your knee as a kid and your mom would give you one when she cleaned it, as if to say 'It'll be okay'. Of course I never got one until now. Basically, it made you feel really comfortable. I returned the smile.
"Hello honey, it's nice to meet you." She chirped.
"Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. " l said.
"I am indeed Michael and Gerards mother, " She smiled. Frank laughed when she said Michael. Mikey punched him in the arm.
"And I am aware of your background information. I am terribly sorry for your past, but we will try our hardest to help you enjoy as much of your teen years as we can." She said, pulling me into another hug. I thanked her and she told me that I was allowed to call her Donna (Apparently it makes her feel old when I refer to her as 'Mrs. Way') and that she waould always be of assistance for me. Not too long after, a man walked into the house. He introduced himself as Donald, Mikeys dad. I guess he was a bit shocked to see that his kids have a friend over this late at night. He didn't understand why I was here at first, so Donna explained to him about my dad.
"Wow. Your dad sounds like an ass." He said to me.
"Donald! Don't use that kind of language around them!" Donna said, surprised at her husband's language usage. When we were finished our conversation, Frank, Ray, and Bob said that they needed to leave since we had school the next day. Oh shit, thats right, we have school tomorrow. We were then excused to leave to bed. After s aying goodnight and 'Thank you' to Ways? I headed up to the room assigned to me, brushed my teeth and began fishing through my bag for tomorrows outfit when I saw a few things I don't remember putting in there. A spoon, a bag of heroin, syringes, and a bottle of lemon juice. I stared at them for a few minutes before wondering how they got in my bag. Then I remembered. About a month ago, I was actually goning to run away. I had put them In because I knew that was the main thing I would need, next to my razors. Wait. My razors! I quickly dig into the side pocket and find about 6 large razors. The biggest temptation is that they're new and sharp. I place them all on the bed and look at them. I have never seen such bliss just laying on a bed in front of me. I began think ing of how much of an accomplishment today was, and since it was great, why not celebrate with a quick shot of H? After that logic it all fell into place. I gave in quickly. I shoveled a bit of the powder into the spoon and poured a bit of lemon juice on it( It takes better effect with lemon juice than it does water) and put it in the syringe. I took off my belt and wrapped it around my bicep, near the inside of my elbow. I bit the end to keep it from falling while I got the syringe ready. Before I injected myself, I thought about how long this was going to keep going on. I started when I was 10, but it wasn't that much. I'm 14 now, but I only do it when I absolutely need to. What about when I'm 17? Will I be a full on addict? I don't think I will... No... I won't. I quickly pushed aside those thoughts and stuck the syrine in my arm. As I injected myself, I let my head roll back. I haven't felt this good in quite some time. I pulled it out and cleaned it. When I was putting my treasures away, I began to feel much stronger effects. And finally when I crawled under the sheets, I couldn't take it. It felt like the day when I ran away from Frank and Gerard when they caught me selling myself. Was that what it was? The H? I mean, I did do H earlier that day, and that corset thing was kinda tight. I had finally come to the conclusion that it was the H and corset. I think I over did it with the heroin; I used too much in my 'Celebration'. I can't breathe right. I wanted to get up and get water in hopes that it would help, but then I passed out.

Notes

HEY! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER, but I have been kinda busy. I will probably update again later today, but I need to work on project 2 at the moment. In the meantime, you guys should tell me if this sucks or not. :/
Thank you guys SO much for rating, commenting and subscribing! (You might wanna do that. It makes my lady parts tingle ;) jk)

Comments

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!! I love this fic, it is ,my new favorite!!!!!!!!!!!

mikeyXisXbae mikeyXisXbae
12/21/14

I don't know/remember Jordon. do i have to go backkkkkk. It has been five months

TheWhovian23 TheWhovian23
11/28/14

I don't know/remember Jordon. do i have to go backkkkkk. It has been five months

TheWhovian23 TheWhovian23
11/28/14

omg whos it gunna be

Do. Not. Be. Sorry. Your life matters more than a chaper in a story. And don't fret over high school it's not that bad. Unless you're me and have a fucking panic attack on the first day. But you're not alone because I start collage later this year and in fucking scared. AND NOW IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER WHO IS IT

Killjoy_Love19 Killjoy_Love19
7/30/14