I'm Not Afraid To Keep On Living...

I was shaken awake gently by Mikey "H-hi... sorry... but the uh... the bus is here..." he looked down, I'm so glad Gerard didn't wake me up or i'd have had a heart attack. "Oh... Ok..." I smile as Mikey leaves. I stand up and grab my bags and my notebooks, still in my pajamas I trudge down the stairs and out the door, time for another tour.

I sit in my bunk, writing a new song for myself. I don't know why I write songs for myself, I guess sometimes I just need to get things off my mind that i'd rather not have the guys read, I had a hard enough time showing Gerard my song "The Light Behind Your Eyes." which I wrote about my late mother Kelly and my late best friend Damion, Kelly passed when I was three, and Damion when I was fifteen, that impacted my life in not the most positive way, but it was for the best, they're both happier now. I closed my current song book and stuffed it under my pillow, grabbed my lime green "Like Moths To Flames" tank, black jeans, batman converse, makeup and hair straightener and went to the bathroom to get ready, I sighed and looked in the mirror as a tune came to my head, I hummed along and once I was finished I went to my bunk to quickly write on my brainstorm page "If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me" and tossed it on my bunk. I went to see the guys, building up my confidence "H-ave we stopped y-et..?" I stuttered and Ray smiled at me "Yeah, you've got about an hour until we leave." I smile back and nod, exiting the bus and going to the store for cigarettes

when I got back to the bus I couldn't see the guys "H-hello..?" I choked out and heard them all mumbling near the bunks, I walked toward them and saw them in a circle with a Deathnote notebook... MY Deathnote notebook! Anger bubbled up inside me "What the fuck are you doing?!" I spat and Gerard looked up "Uh..." Mikey quietly muttered to himself from his bunk "You guys are fucked

Notes

Hello fellow human specimen! This is my first My Chemical Romance story, so yeah leave a comment, tell me what you think etc.
The stuff about Kelly and Damion are true events
I have to get to work now though, too many damn clients to deal with, "I want an infinity tattoo" oh okay fucking stereotypical white girl let me jab you with needles until you're satisfied

by the way, I'm a tattoo artist, not a drug dealer cx
peace humans