THESE ARE THE LAST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THEY'RE MY GOODBYE :PICKING DAISIES:

I woke to the blaring of a car horn. Groggily, I opened my eyes just in time to see the red NISSAN that had made an emergency road-side stop. 'Maybe they need help...' Oh, how lovely. Even the little voice in my head is a morning person. It hadn't always been there. But something about being alone for so long had caused it to develop.
'Stop daydreaming and listen Daisy, you're going to meet someone who can help you. Let them.' "FUCK THAT. " My hands almost instinctively covered my mouth. I had spoken aloud. Not one of my strongest traits. Looking again at the car that was parked not so far away from where I was laying, I wondered if they had noticed me. I hoped not. I hoped just this once that my voice would be wrong.
"You okay, sugar?" I sighed inwardly. No of course not. I couldn't have just one day of normal, non-prophetic voices. Sitting up and turning as quickly as I could, I tried to pinpoint exactly where the voice had come from. And then I saw his face. His cheekbones were high- defined like those of a male model; at least the ones I had seen in store windows and magazines. And yet he was so much more beautiful than any man I had ever before encountered. Striking hazel eyes stared me down, forcing me to look at his strong arms crossed over a hard chest.

'Good lord the man is talking to you, stupid! And all you can do is look at him like a deear caught in the headlights. Didn't i tell you to listen? '

I truly had no words to say. And even if I would have had the stregnth to protest, believe me I would have when he bent down over me. He was talking to me. Which, I suppose was an oddity all by itself. But his voice was kind. And I never got the impression that he was going to hurt me. I didn't feel the least bit threatened. Not even when he touched my face; though I will say my suprise must have been quite visible, as well as my discomfort. " It's cut up here pretty bad." He murmured. I just nodded. Having forgotten already my reason for leaving Chicago. It would all come back to me later how I had been desperate for money. How i had gotten involved with a man whose real name I would never know. How I had been forced to do so many horrible, unspeakable things to pay back the man I called Daddy and---

I opened my eyes, forcing the memory away. And looking around I saw that the man must have moved me to the back of his car. ' Why am I not freaking out? Isn't that what normal people do in these situations? ' 'Key words being 'normal people.' You aren't normal Daisy. You know that.' 'Why would you say that? Because I have a voice in my head that tells me fairytales at night about an apocolypse that will never happen. Fine your'e right, I'm not normal. I'm CRAZY. ' The apocolypse is real. BLI is real. And everything you know is going to change very soon. ' I noticed a blanket had been loosely tucked around my shoulders and thought it best to shrug off the warnings. It was so much easier to focus on the gentle hands that were soothing me for in spite of myself, a river of tears had started and it didnt look as if it was stopping anytime soon. "My name is Gerard, " he sounded tired. And i realized he had been trying to tell me his name for the past twenty minutes. So I simply nodded. That seemed to put him at ease and his face relaxed into more of a, well...honestly I had never seen anything like the expression on his face but looking back on it now I am told it was love. But I didn't know then what I know now. And neither did he at that point. So instead when I had finished crying. When I had finished processing and putting together all of the facts myself I allowed this " Gerard" to explain. And that he did. He explained how he wanted to help me. How he couldn't just let me sleep on the streets. I just stared at him. Why? Why would he want to help me? What did he want in return? Money? Drugs? Sex? I couldn't risk the possibilities. Had it not been for that little voice in my head things may have been very very different. I might not be where I am today. But as I remember it, that was the very first time my little voice had ever spoken through me, though it would certainly not be the last. And though I swear I never told him my name he and the voice swear otherwise. " My name is Daisy Lee. Thank you."

Notes

I'm trying my best to finish out this story. Not for me but for my best friend. Who was (and still very much is) the original inspiration for this fic.
Enjoy the Black Parade Tielor.
Your memory will carry on.