Manage me, I'm a mess.
I'm gonna change you like a remix.
SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I AM FUCKED TO HELL WITH HOMEWORK! Anyways, enjoy!
I can’t believe it. My dad has really set me up with my old therapist, AND is now sending me to spend time with my faggot uncle. Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.
“NO!” I yell at my dad, glaring at him, “I AM NOT STAYING WITH THAT FATASS!”
“Kobra, just listen,” My dad tries, but I am not having any of it.
“NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME!” I scream, tears of anger burning in the back of my eyes, “YOU THINK THAT BY SENDING ME AWAY I WILL BE OKAY?! FUCK NO! I DON’T GET WHY YOU MUST SEND ME TO LIVE 3 HOURS AWAY WITH MY FAGGOT OF AN UNCLE! WHY I CAN’T I JUST STAY WITH UNCLE CHRIS?! AT LEAST HE WON’T BE SMOKING POT EVERYOTHER DAY!”
“Because,” My mum cuts in, clearly angry, “We talk to you therapist on the phone, and he said from the sounds of it, you have a problem with your father’s side of the family. So they said we should send you to live with your uncle for a few months, you will go to school there during your stay, and while you’re there Bandit will be dropping by a lot. You are to fix the hole you’ve created with them, before you come home. It was also recommended that we do that with you Nanna and Poppa, but they passed so we can’t.”
“BUT I DON’T WANT TO GO!” I scream, a few tears trailing down my cheeks.
“Look, Kobie,” I look up to see my dad kneeling at eye level to me, “The sooner we fix this, the sooner it will be over, okay?”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” I scream, tears now pooling out of my eyes.
“It might not be so bad,” My mum tries, “You might make some great friends there, and you could start a band.”
“Hey, maybe even get a girlfriend, or boyfriend,” My dad jokes, trying to light the mood, “I could give you a few tips.”
“Oh yeah,” I laugh bitterly, “Because I am so going to take tips from the guy who FUCKING CHEATED ON HIS FIRST WIFE!”
“KOBRA!” My mum screams, utter shock on her face, “HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THAT?!”
“Just google Mikey Way,” I tell her, glaring at my father through my tears, “It is all over the internet. How you cheated on your wife, what was her name? Alicia? With some fangirl. Wow, you must be pretty pathetic. I am surprised you were even allowed a second chance with mum. Maybe she should check your phone. You never know what fangirl you could be texting this time.”
*SNAP*
I feel immense pain course through my right cheek and my mother scream.
I look up to see my dad with his hand in the air, a look of pure rage on his face.
He just slapped me.
“If I was you,” He says, voice ice cold and full of pure hatred, “I would march right up to my room, start packing my bags, and get ready to leave for my uncle’s.”
He puts his arm down, and turns away.
“Now.”
I let out a choked sob, and dash up the stairs, straight to my room. I can’t believe it. The loving caring father known as Mikey Way just back-handed his only son. He has never hit me before.
I can hear screaming downstairs, and creep over to my recently slammed door, to listen.
‘HOW COULD YOU MICHAEL?! YOU HIT OUR SON! YOU KNOW HOW DAMAGING THAT IS FOR A CHILD, ESPECIALLY ONE WITH AN ANXIETY DISORDER?! WHAT IF IT BRUISES?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THAT TO TEACHERS?!”
“I AM SORRY KRISTIN! I WASN’T THINKING! THE KID JUST PISSED ME OFF!”
“HE PISSED YOU OFF?! HE IS UPSET! WE ARE SENDING HIM TO LIVE WITH GERARD FOR A FEW MONTHS! HE IS GOING TO BE SCARED, HOMESICK, AND FULL OF HATE!”
“I FUCKING SAID I WAS SORRY! YOU THINK HE IS SCARED?! I AM SCARED! I AM PUTTING HIM IN THE CARE OF MY BROTHER! MY BABY BOY IS STAYING WITH MY OLDER BROTHER! DON’T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE GERARD, BUT DO I TRUST HIM TO TAKE CARE OF MY BABY?! NO!”
“IF YOU DON’T TRUST HIM, WHY ARE WE DOING THIS THEN?!”
“BECAUSE I WANT TO HELP OUR FUCKED UP CHILD!”
I don’t listen anymore. I rush to my bed with a sob, and shove my head under my pillow, blocking out the sound of my parents arguing. My cheek hurts, I have an urge to punch my father in the dick, and I am scared.
I jump up when I remember the bag under my bed. I jump onto the floor, and reach under, bring out the old messenger bag.
“Maybe?” I whisper to myself, but shake the thought away.
If I do it here, they can easily find me, but where Uncle Gee lives, that could work. It is a bigger town there, and Gerard is so caught up in writing he won’t notice for a while, not to mention Lyn-Z is write new songs for MSI. I could easily get away.
I get an evil grin on my face, as my heart fills with determination. I am actually looking forward to my stay. Then I can get away from my family, forever.
I jump over to my guitars, picking up my favourite acoustic. It is a deep rose red colour, with nylon strings. I strum it once, tuning the strings, before I start to play. I play A Daydream Away by All time low. I put the guitar down once I finish, and rush over to my desk, picking up an old notebook and pen from the clutter on the floor.
I sit back down in the “Guitar Corner” as Frank calls it, and start to write down a list.
A Daydream Away,
If it means a lot to You,
The End,
Adam’s Song,
Kids aren’t Alright,
With ears to see And eyes to Hear.
I smile at my list, making a mental note to write down more. I start to strum the chords for each song, singing softly along to it. If I want my plan to go well, then I am going to need to practice this, or I am going to be in danger.
I finish playing the last chord for With ears to see and eyes to Hear, before I put my guitar down. I jump up, and take my duffle bag out from under my bed. I begin to throw different outfits into the small duffle, only packing a few though. I grab a set of pick, my guitar tuner, strap, and a few extra strings, and place them in the pouch of one of my guitar cases, followed by my rose red acoustic. I decide anything else in unnecessary, as I remind myself, I won’t be around them long, and zip the duffle up.
I place it by the door, along with my acoustic guitar, and messenger bag. That will be needed.
My stay at Gerard’s will be remembered forever. That’s for sure.
I can’t believe it. My dad has really set me up with my old therapist, AND is now sending me to spend time with my faggot uncle. Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.
“NO!” I yell at my dad, glaring at him, “I AM NOT STAYING WITH THAT FATASS!”
“Kobra, just listen,” My dad tries, but I am not having any of it.
“NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME!” I scream, tears of anger burning in the back of my eyes, “YOU THINK THAT BY SENDING ME AWAY I WILL BE OKAY?! FUCK NO! I DON’T GET WHY YOU MUST SEND ME TO LIVE 3 HOURS AWAY WITH MY FAGGOT OF AN UNCLE! WHY I CAN’T I JUST STAY WITH UNCLE CHRIS?! AT LEAST HE WON’T BE SMOKING POT EVERYOTHER DAY!”
“Because,” My mum cuts in, clearly angry, “We talk to you therapist on the phone, and he said from the sounds of it, you have a problem with your father’s side of the family. So they said we should send you to live with your uncle for a few months, you will go to school there during your stay, and while you’re there Bandit will be dropping by a lot. You are to fix the hole you’ve created with them, before you come home. It was also recommended that we do that with you Nanna and Poppa, but they passed so we can’t.”
“BUT I DON’T WANT TO GO!” I scream, a few tears trailing down my cheeks.
“Look, Kobie,” I look up to see my dad kneeling at eye level to me, “The sooner we fix this, the sooner it will be over, okay?”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” I scream, tears now pooling out of my eyes.
“It might not be so bad,” My mum tries, “You might make some great friends there, and you could start a band.”
“Hey, maybe even get a girlfriend, or boyfriend,” My dad jokes, trying to light the mood, “I could give you a few tips.”
“Oh yeah,” I laugh bitterly, “Because I am so going to take tips from the guy who FUCKING CHEATED ON HIS FIRST WIFE!”
“KOBRA!” My mum screams, utter shock on her face, “HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THAT?!”
“Just google Mikey Way,” I tell her, glaring at my father through my tears, “It is all over the internet. How you cheated on your wife, what was her name? Alicia? With some fangirl. Wow, you must be pretty pathetic. I am surprised you were even allowed a second chance with mum. Maybe she should check your phone. You never know what fangirl you could be texting this time.”
*SNAP*
I feel immense pain course through my right cheek and my mother scream.
I look up to see my dad with his hand in the air, a look of pure rage on his face.
He just slapped me.
“If I was you,” He says, voice ice cold and full of pure hatred, “I would march right up to my room, start packing my bags, and get ready to leave for my uncle’s.”
He puts his arm down, and turns away.
“Now.”
I let out a choked sob, and dash up the stairs, straight to my room. I can’t believe it. The loving caring father known as Mikey Way just back-handed his only son. He has never hit me before.
I can hear screaming downstairs, and creep over to my recently slammed door, to listen.
‘HOW COULD YOU MICHAEL?! YOU HIT OUR SON! YOU KNOW HOW DAMAGING THAT IS FOR A CHILD, ESPECIALLY ONE WITH AN ANXIETY DISORDER?! WHAT IF IT BRUISES?! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THAT TO TEACHERS?!”
“I AM SORRY KRISTIN! I WASN’T THINKING! THE KID JUST PISSED ME OFF!”
“HE PISSED YOU OFF?! HE IS UPSET! WE ARE SENDING HIM TO LIVE WITH GERARD FOR A FEW MONTHS! HE IS GOING TO BE SCARED, HOMESICK, AND FULL OF HATE!”
“I FUCKING SAID I WAS SORRY! YOU THINK HE IS SCARED?! I AM SCARED! I AM PUTTING HIM IN THE CARE OF MY BROTHER! MY BABY BOY IS STAYING WITH MY OLDER BROTHER! DON’T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE GERARD, BUT DO I TRUST HIM TO TAKE CARE OF MY BABY?! NO!”
“IF YOU DON’T TRUST HIM, WHY ARE WE DOING THIS THEN?!”
“BECAUSE I WANT TO HELP OUR FUCKED UP CHILD!”
I don’t listen anymore. I rush to my bed with a sob, and shove my head under my pillow, blocking out the sound of my parents arguing. My cheek hurts, I have an urge to punch my father in the dick, and I am scared.
I jump up when I remember the bag under my bed. I jump onto the floor, and reach under, bring out the old messenger bag.
“Maybe?” I whisper to myself, but shake the thought away.
If I do it here, they can easily find me, but where Uncle Gee lives, that could work. It is a bigger town there, and Gerard is so caught up in writing he won’t notice for a while, not to mention Lyn-Z is write new songs for MSI. I could easily get away.
I get an evil grin on my face, as my heart fills with determination. I am actually looking forward to my stay. Then I can get away from my family, forever.
I jump over to my guitars, picking up my favourite acoustic. It is a deep rose red colour, with nylon strings. I strum it once, tuning the strings, before I start to play. I play A Daydream Away by All time low. I put the guitar down once I finish, and rush over to my desk, picking up an old notebook and pen from the clutter on the floor.
I sit back down in the “Guitar Corner” as Frank calls it, and start to write down a list.
A Daydream Away,
If it means a lot to You,
The End,
Adam’s Song,
Kids aren’t Alright,
With ears to see And eyes to Hear.
I smile at my list, making a mental note to write down more. I start to strum the chords for each song, singing softly along to it. If I want my plan to go well, then I am going to need to practice this, or I am going to be in danger.
I finish playing the last chord for With ears to see and eyes to Hear, before I put my guitar down. I jump up, and take my duffle bag out from under my bed. I begin to throw different outfits into the small duffle, only packing a few though. I grab a set of pick, my guitar tuner, strap, and a few extra strings, and place them in the pouch of one of my guitar cases, followed by my rose red acoustic. I decide anything else in unnecessary, as I remind myself, I won’t be around them long, and zip the duffle up.
I place it by the door, along with my acoustic guitar, and messenger bag. That will be needed.
My stay at Gerard’s will be remembered forever. That’s for sure.
Ooh this is interesting! Update soon please!
(And about the BFF video, I'm pretty sure it's Miles. I don't know anything for sure but it would make sense if it was.)
10/16/16