Deciding to go to the gallery like Mikey had suggested we all got ready, at least I did the guys didn't have any other clothes. I observed my small pale frame and my shaven head and sunken eyes. It was all to much for a Green Day shirt and some makeup to fix. I still tried yet couldn't avoid helplessly running my hand along my body touching my naked scalp the loose skin, my ribs even appeared to be showing. I felt sick but still got dressed hoping to enjoy the day.
I walked into the living room to find Mikey and Gerard kicking Frank chanting the word 'art' over and over. He mumbled something like "Fuck Art" and rolled over. That didn't stop Mikey and Gerard and Gerard even bent down and began to lick Frank's face. That woke him up to say the least. He sat bold upright and swung. He of course missed but Mikey and Gerard still laughed at him.
"The fuck man?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes and staring at Gerard.
"Art" Gerard and Mikey practically yelled and Frank just slightly smirked standing. He cocked an eyebrow at Gerard.
"We're gonna go to an art gallery" Gerard explained.

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Mikey and I walked along hands intertwined my head resting on his shoulder. We wandered around for a while before actually going to the gallery Gerard and Frank behind us gaffawing at something.
it was an extremely nice day. The sun shown brightly and it felt warm enough for mid October. I was shivering despite how warm it actually felt, Mikey pulled off his red jacket handing it to me as he rubbed his arms. I thanked him putting on the jacket.
When we actually got to the Gallery Mikeys grip on my hand tightened. I was mesmerized by the beautiful art by artists I didn't know. Mikey pulled me along to a side that had a sign hung limply with the words 'Mr.Gerard Way' scrawled lazily in sharpie. I'd never seen proper art by him before and could barely resist the urge to touch it. The first picture I noticed was clearly of Mikey.
He stood grinning leaning against a telephone pole. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a black and white jacket over a plain black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. It was raining and his hair flopped over his eyes. My mouth was open slackjawed I could barely believe how good it was.
Next to it was one of Frank he wore a colourful jacket and a Frankenstein mask pulled up a bit on his head. He held a gun (roughly called so it was bright colours) in his hand and appeared to be in a face off. The background was bright yet melancholy, skulls littered the background mailboxes with words like 'Help us' or 'Capitalism kills' or 'Starved to death in the land of plentry'. My eye landed on a painting and my mouth dropped open.
It was me. My hair hung limp against me and I didn't looks sick, I looked normal sized and my eyes werent sunken and I was smiling brightly wearing the same jacket Mikey had worn in the one of him. I was in colour but The background was all in black and white with what looked like a parade float full of ill looking people behind me with the words 'The Black Parade' across the float. And in black at the top the words 'Don't Let them take the light behind your eyes'.
"I didn't draw that one don't tell the curater" Gerard said from behind me.

Notes

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