This Is How We Like To Do It On The Murder Scene

I got released from the hospital after her funeral. The fucking bitch ass nurse fucked up her chart and gave me a large dose of narcotics to make me numb while I was sleeping. I cried and cried for hours. First she was taken from me and then I didn't even get to say goodbye. I was emotional and mentally unstable. When I got back to the house I was acting the way that would become my new normal for a long time. I learned that Frank moved into Gerard's room so I would be with Mikey. They were writing songs in Gerard's room when I got downstairs. Everyone got up to hug me and Frank's hug was extra long.

We started writing songs and we just kept going at it. Before we knew it the whole dynamic of the album had changed. It was about Elena in a way. We wrote "Ghost of You" to say that we will keep going for her, and this would scar us but not kill us. Then came Helena. My middle name was Helen and Gerard said that we were like the same person and he wanted to put our names together. I wrote the bridge myself and every time we sing it, that would be my part.

Before the car accident I had been practicing with the guys and singing with Gerard. Everyone thought that me being there completed the band. It was unexpected to have two singers and we wanted to be different, so they officially asked me that day. We wrote until about 11 when Mikey said he was going to be and Bob was going home and so was Ray.

"Let's go out again Frank" Gerard said
"I dunno man like last night was a little much Imma stay here and drink"
"Kat lets go out"
"Ok" I had said. I had been in Jersey for 3 months and hadn't been out yet. We crashed some random ass house party and started to drink right away.
"Lets go do more shots!" I said
"Lets fuckin do it" he slurred pouring fire ball whisky into some glasses
"1....2....3!" I said sucking it down.
"I need something else, this shit isn't working" I said
"Come here" he brought be into a room and got some acid
"Fuck yeah lets drop this shit"
I don't remember much after that, just Frank yelling at me for being so stupid and irresponsible for getting so fucked up. That became the typical night as me and Gerard continued on our downward spiral.

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