gerard way as a fourteen year old

i was practicing some cordes from iron maiden when i large cannon like noise i broke a string DANGIT! i screamed i rushed out of my room to find blood on the coach WTF not abbrebiated i see a shotgun on the table i looked too see a dead body on the floor it was my mom a note with blood and brain matter it says its not your fault i look at my full body makeup black long hair old scars on my wrist studs and nirvana t shirt im i roar in anger wearing and ripped up jeans my eyeliner is running from anger tears i stop and think i feel like beating up air ill get it itle get back up i called 911 i hear sirens coming wow that was fast i said under my breath i see a pale hand i look up and i see its ana my girlfriend yanking me too out side she got on her board i got on mine and got on and pumped on the road noticing ana still has my hand i pull myself closer to her shes been boarding way before me shes way better than me still turning theres alot of step hills and crossways in the roads at dover england wear i live she brings me too her house too only see blood and brain matter everywhere HOLYCRAP! i scream wow holy crap this is freaky theres a note it says go check on sage for us that was on my note but it said ana not gerard my eyeliner and body paint still running on my nirvana shirt staining with white paint from my face dangit it was my favorite one dang oh well it has bloody tickets to nirvana on the floor on em one says gerard and one says ana awesome front row looking at them theres a note saying come here and find what you must do i look over saying ana crying i run up and hug her her eyes go wide i stop realizing that that was stupid flipping my hair into my deep brown eyes the look red i like that are street was a bad place filled with guns and violence but nothing is wack as this *2 months later*1 2 1 2 3 4 i screamed to my band called mcr at the time ana watching us out of our garage the future is bullet the after is secondary killjoys make som enoise NA NA NA NA NA NA drugs gimmie drugs gimmie i dont need it love give me love gimmie love -you get the song- my fingers blisterd from overplaying i dont seem too care my bright red hair was in my eyes i no longer wear makeup and body paint i seemed too get past that phaze but still emo READ PART TWO FOR MORE

1. CHAPTER TWO NOT ONE SORRY FOR THE MIXUP THE SUMMARY WAS CHAPTER ONE

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