
Dreams Never Come True
I'm outta here!
When we showed up at my door, my mom was freaking out. I remember telling her that Gerard and Mikey love coffee, so she makes a pot. I looked into their eyes when she said that she was going to make coffee, their eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas Day! When she comes back out, we start talking busness. "As I was saying Ms. Stay..." Gerard starts. "Please, call me Sam please?" He smiles and says,"Well Sam, Jazmine here has an amazing talent. She can sound like other singers perfectly. Do you know about this?" She mods excitedly,"Yes! When she was little, she would sing this Godsmack song and sound exactly like them! The song was Voodoo I think." He mods slowly and Mikey exclaims, "Well I don't care what song she songs, she is amazing! I was in a horrible mood before I heard her sing. After, I was in a really good mood because we found a great singer." "Exactly. I wasn't feeling well yesterday, and I had to put a video for Bandit, my daughter, of me singing. But I found her video and I was very curious. If I wasn't curious, we wouldn't be here now. So I was thinking, maybe if we helped her a little, she could become very famous, like us. So maybe she could live with me and my family, and go to where I went to school." "Really? I always thought she had a beautiful voice, but enough to be famous? Yes. This a once in a lifetime opportunity." I wrap my arms around my mom and start screaming. I'm going to live with Gerard Way! I get to meet Lindsey and Bandit! My life is coming together from a simple video! My life is going to be perfect. "I'm going to go pack. I'll be right back." Frank follows me and and I start to throw clothes into my bag. I open my top drawer with my tin with blades in it. He peeks over my shoulder and sees it. "What is in there Jazz? Seriously." I don't answer and he grabs it. "Frank! Give that back!" Before I can get it back, he opens it and I hear the delicate tinkling of the metal. His mouth is wide open and he picks up the most recent one. It still has my blood on it. "Why do you do this to yourself? You are so talented and pretty. Why?" I turn away and murmur,"You just don't know how my life is.." "You don't think I know!" He screams. He lifts up his sleeves to revealed very old scars. Criss crossed on his arms and spell out words like, worthless, immature, unwanted. I gasp as I see one huge scar on his wrist. He tried to kill himself. He leaves the room and I start sobbing. The world just wouldn't be right without Frank Iero. No laughs from MCR no guitar from MCR. No nothing.
I apologize for not updating........i cant think of anything and i feel this story is going too slow. If you have any cool ideas, please message me. I need inspiration
~Cyanide
4/9/13