Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Drums of a Marching Band

Medication

by DisenchantedPatient 2 Reviews

I'm tearing at myself, nobody gives a damn about me or anybody else

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Drama,Romance - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [V] [?] - Published: 2012/04/05 - Updated: 2012/04/06 - 382 words

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Chapter 1




Cherry scribbled furiously at the now blotchy paper, the salty tears leaking from her ducts like rain from clouds making the blackness around her green eyes drip and stain the note.
She sniffed furiously and wiped at her orbs with the back of her right hand in a vain attempt to improve her vision.

Through the blurriness of it all she ended her note with an extract from the poem she’s clutched to her heart since the moment it first graced her punctured ears.
Several faded red hairs escaped the hold of the back of her ear and fell in front of her watering eyes.



The sharp metal glistened in the light the grimy bulb hanging above her head had to offer.
Her empty orbs skimmed through the messy note, taking in the slight tremor of her hand’s effects on her writing.

With a defeated sigh, she grasped the blade tightly and stifled a low moan as it cut into the flesh of her closed hand.
The bath she prepared had mist curling over the edges, inviting her, so she, dressed in black underwear, climbed in.



All the words her bane have tormented her with, fat, ugly, pathetic, hopeless, she carved everything into her flesh, each letter deeper than the last, until her legs, arms, stomach and chest were covered in what she had come to believe were true about her.
The hot water was now tinting scarlet, and she lay back, waiting for the dark to capture her.



Her life essence now mingled with the very thing that would kill her.
With the last of her strength she turns her head towards the peeling door of her small bathroom and through a fog in her mind due to loss of blood, she makes out a figure in black uniform, holding a white Gibson Les Paul with the word 'Pansy' on it out to her, black around the eyes of his painted white face and a lopsided smile.


As drums of a marching band played out their tune, the world flaked and peeled away into nothing right before her frightened eyes.









I know it's really short but I wanna see who'll read it, if I get a review I'll continue posting (got loads more, this is like a starter) :)
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