Fake Your Death

I logged onto my blog as Mikey carefully watched me. On the other screen bared the note to the Killjoys we had written. For the past two hours we wrote the letter, having to stop now and again from not being able to take it. I took a deep breath and started to type in the post.

“You sure you want to do this?” Mikey asked again. I nodded and continued typing. The whole time, my hands were shaking so Mikey made me stop halfway and go and change while he finished it off. I didn’t want to argue so I stood up and walked to one of the guest bedrooms. Me and Gerard had always kept a spare set of clothing at Mikey’s just in case. I wished this wasn’t my “just in case” moment. I pulled the items of clothing out of the draws and walked towards the bathroom. I turned the shower on, watching the water splash everywhere. I took my clothes off and got in. Straight away I ran my fingers through my knotted hair trying my best to untangle it. Once I was happy with it, I poured shampoo all over it. Suddenly I found myself singing a song I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“When the lights go out
Will you take me with you
And carry all this broken bone
Through six years down in crowded rooms
And highways I call home?”
I closed my eyes, remembering the first time I heard the song. The memory was still so fresh in my mind. His voice playing over the acoustic guitar while his hazel eyes stared deeply in mind. The way his back was slightly arched, using the guitar as support.
“Something I can't know 'til now.
'Til you pick me off the ground
With a brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile,
Your scraped-up knees.
And if you stay I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes.
How long?
'Til we find our way in the dark and out of harm
You can run away with me anytime you want.”

I washed the last bits off shampoo out of my hair. By now, I was in tears again. I knew it was the song. I washed my body and stepped out of the shower not bothering with conditioner. I quickly put my clothes and pulled my faded pink hair into a bun. The bun showed my chestnut brown roots badly showing but after everything that has happened, I saw no point of re doing it. I stared in the mirror looking at the mess I was in. I looked like I could of gotten away of being in the Addam’s family. So I searched the bathroom draws in search of something to take my makeup off with. Soon I found a bottle of makeup remover and some cotton pads. Gently I took off the remains of my makeup. While searching through the draws, I also found an half used eyeliner. I delicately did a hard stroke on my bottom water line. Happy with my appearance now, I walked out and back into the study.

“You ready then?” Mikey asked after I had re read the note for the fifth time.
“No. But we need to do this.” I reached out to grab the mouse, opened twitter and wrote:

Okay guys. Sorry I’ve been on a hiatus for a while. Important news coming in a minute.

I took a deep breath as all the replies came back. Most were things like: “I hope you’re okay” or “Where’s Gerard been?” or “Is it good or bad?” I looked at Mikey. He was staring at the screen, reading all the replies. His mouth moved as he read them. The rest of his face was complete nothing.
“Okay let’s do this then.” I said, breaking the silence. Mikey looked at me and nodded before pulling me into a hug. As soon as we broke the hug, I hit send on the post.

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