Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > The Life of Frank
'I'm not okay! I'm not okay! I'm not okay, you wear me out!'
I groaned and picked up my phone.
"Hullo?"
I asked still asleep.
"Hey, Frank?"
"Yea, who is this?"
I asked wanting to hang up really bad.
"Gerard, Mikeys doin better and he woke up. I didn't know if you wanted to come see him."
"Oh! Yea! I'll be there soon!'
I cursed myself for being such a bitch, but I don't wake up happy.
I have a quick look over myself.
My hairs tossled from sleep.
My breath smells of Mountain Dew and cheap cigarettes.
I sigh.
Yea, they really want me back in the hospital.
I had to go cause of an overdose.
Heroine just about killed me.
Needless to say that ended drugs for me.
I run a brush through my hair and brush my teeth real fast.
Then I jump down the stairs.
Erics asleep on the couch with the shotgun still on his arms.
I sneak past him.
I hop into our pickup and I'm halfway to the hospital in about three seconds.
When I get there I realize that I have no idea where the fuck Mikey's room is.
I glance hatefully at the reception desk.
I don't have a thing for hospitals, but this was important.
"I need to know what room Mikey Way is in."
I say.
"Mikey Way."
The receptionist says.
Yes, thats what I fucking said you ignorant white bitch.
(I'm white dont be offended)
Putting ignorant before any ethnicity always makes me feel better.
It takes the receptionist about ten minutes to find Mikeys name.
"Is that Micheal Way?"
"Yes, what room?"
I ask.
"336."
She says.
I just about run to get away from the desk.
Why do they always pick stupid people to work with people?
I get in the elevator with about six other people and press the three button.
I swear if had taken any longer to get to the third level I would have been one old dead mother fucker.
I refuse the urge to jump out a window.
We've had enough tragedies for one week.
when I arrive at room 336.
Mikeys laying on the bed and Gerard and Frank are making out in the corner.
I stop in my tracks and wipe some drool away from the corner of my mouth.
Mikey chuckles softly.
"You'll have to ignore them."
He says.
"Easy for you to say."
I groan still staring.
"I'm so addng this to my shrine."
I groaned and picked up my phone.
"Hullo?"
I asked still asleep.
"Hey, Frank?"
"Yea, who is this?"
I asked wanting to hang up really bad.
"Gerard, Mikeys doin better and he woke up. I didn't know if you wanted to come see him."
"Oh! Yea! I'll be there soon!'
I cursed myself for being such a bitch, but I don't wake up happy.
I have a quick look over myself.
My hairs tossled from sleep.
My breath smells of Mountain Dew and cheap cigarettes.
I sigh.
Yea, they really want me back in the hospital.
I had to go cause of an overdose.
Heroine just about killed me.
Needless to say that ended drugs for me.
I run a brush through my hair and brush my teeth real fast.
Then I jump down the stairs.
Erics asleep on the couch with the shotgun still on his arms.
I sneak past him.
I hop into our pickup and I'm halfway to the hospital in about three seconds.
When I get there I realize that I have no idea where the fuck Mikey's room is.
I glance hatefully at the reception desk.
I don't have a thing for hospitals, but this was important.
"I need to know what room Mikey Way is in."
I say.
"Mikey Way."
The receptionist says.
Yes, thats what I fucking said you ignorant white bitch.
(I'm white dont be offended)
Putting ignorant before any ethnicity always makes me feel better.
It takes the receptionist about ten minutes to find Mikeys name.
"Is that Micheal Way?"
"Yes, what room?"
I ask.
"336."
She says.
I just about run to get away from the desk.
Why do they always pick stupid people to work with people?
I get in the elevator with about six other people and press the three button.
I swear if had taken any longer to get to the third level I would have been one old dead mother fucker.
I refuse the urge to jump out a window.
We've had enough tragedies for one week.
when I arrive at room 336.
Mikeys laying on the bed and Gerard and Frank are making out in the corner.
I stop in my tracks and wipe some drool away from the corner of my mouth.
Mikey chuckles softly.
"You'll have to ignore them."
He says.
"Easy for you to say."
I groan still staring.
"I'm so addng this to my shrine."
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