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Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

Burn

We drove on the highway for what seemed like forever. Then, Ray took a sharp turn, causing me to smash into Gee, and for Frank to squish me between the both of them, and for Mikey to fall into Frank. Ray laughed as we bumped down a dirt road, heading deep into the woods.
Bohemian Rhapsody came on. We sang and then Frank came to a short stop, causing all of us to go flying forward.

"Toro sucks at driving!" Bob complained from the front as he popped out of the car. Everyone else filed out to, Frank crawled over as all and dove through the open window with a wide grin. I laughed and Gee pulled me out behind him.

Frank grabbed a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket and quickly lit up, taking a deep drag. He tossed the cigarettes to Bob who also lit up, taking a deep drag. Ray and Mikey and Gee did the same. Gee handed me them.

"I've never smoked before." I bit my lip, embarrassed. Well I technically I had smoked before, just not in the way you would think of. I shuddered as I remembered that.

"It's easy, just, you kinda..." Frank demonstrated by taking a deep breath and making a bunch of noise. "It's hard to explain, but it feels so good. Just.. try it." He shrugged. I nodded and Gee lit a cigarette for me. I took a deep breath like Frank had said and... began to choke.

They laughed. My face turned the color of a red apple. I tried a few more times until I finally got it. And man, was Frank right. It felt so good.
We stood there for a minute, just smoking, our breath intermingling in the air before fading into nothingness.

"Well, time to burn shit!" Bob shouted as he took out his lighter and then a small piece of paper.

"This is my twelfth grade report card. I got an F in music. Teacher said I had no talent at all." Bob shrugged. "WELL FUCK YOU MS. JENSEN. GUESS YOU WERE WRONG YOU BITCH!" Bob screamed and everyone laughed as he lit the paper on fire and it slowly crawled up the paper. Bob dropped it and stared, satisfied. He passed the lighter off to Frank.

"This is the note my dad left before he walked out on us." He said quietly. "Forgive and forget? Nah. I hope that man burns in hell, just like this paper." Frank smirked as he lit the small note on fire and dropped it next to Bob's burning report card. He passed the lighter to Ray.

"This is the paper saying how I had failed my driver's test four times because the instructor wanted to hit on me." He smirked and everyone burst into laughter as he lit the thing up, dropping it with the other burning papers. Mikey received the lighter.

"This is the note my best friend wrote to me about how he was going to commit suicide." Silence. "And when I showed up at his house he laughed and made fun of me." More silence. "BURN YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Mikey shouted, dropping the paper after lighting it. Gee patted his back as he took the lighter.

"This is one of the notes I received. It is addressed, 'Dear Fatass.'" Quiet. "It says how I will do nothing. But I don't wanna make it, I just wanna..." And he lit the paper on fire, handing the lighter to me. I had one paper I could do to forget in my backpack. I grabbed it out.

It was a letter from my stepdad. Memories came flooding back to me as I looked at it and I blinked tears away.

"This is from my stepdad. The note he wrote me right before I ran away." I said quietly. I lit the paper on fire and watched as the cause of my nightmares burned away.

We all stood in silence for a bit. I felt someone's hand reach into mine. It was big and sweaty and their were calluses from hard work. I looked and saw the hand connected to a big arm, connected to Gerard. I grinned at him and he smirked back.

"Well, we have a show in an hour...." Ray commented.

"SHIT!" Frank screamed and everyone piled into the car, throwing the cigarettes behind them as they burned out. I laughed as Ray took off at full speed and we were jostled around so much in the back of that car. We turned a half an hour ride into a fifteen minute ride.

I could still see that paper burning in the back of my mind.

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This is well rad. :)

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Sad but Rad Sad but Rad
4/6/14

back at it again with frank ierope

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4/6/14

frank gettin turnt

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4/6/14

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4/6/14