Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You Can Cry All You Want to...


by XxkelseyxX 1 review

kinda long... and not a lot happens, read and review anyway?

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Mikey Way - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2008-07-06 - Updated: 2008-07-07 - 1103 words

I spent the rest of the evening in my room, adjusting. This was an awful, awful place. I had to play along though. Or I would never ever leave.

"Michael?" Spencer said, popping her head in the door, which was open. In fact, it wasn't allowed to be closed until after eight o'clock.


She walked into the room carrying a small paper cup. "Here, your medication,"

My brow furrowed in confusion, "Why do I need that?" I asked.

"Well, these are just mandatory." she explained, dumping them into my palm. I popped the two white pills into my mouth "A sleeping pill, and a laxative."

I spit them back into my hand. "A what now?" I exclaimed, "Why the hell do I need one of those?"

She smiled, "Welcome to detox sweetheart,"

My eyes narrowed into slits, but I choked them back anyway. Play along.

"So do you like it so far?" she asked, sitting next to me.

I shrugged. "It's fine," What else am I supposed to say? 'Not really, to be honest I think this is a complete waste of my time, and yours.'

"That's good. Well I'll see you tomorrow then," she said, standing up.

"Why where are you going??" I asked, my brain evidently losing control of my mouth. Why did I care where she went?

She laughed, "Well, I have been here since seven this morning, but I mean if you want me to stay..."

I noted the sarcasm but tried to be witty. "That'd be great, thank you,"

"Good night Michael." she said, flashing me that perfect smile again before she left.


"Micheal?" I heard Spencer from the doorway.

"Hmm?" I looked up from a paper I was writing on. Some know-it-all therapist told me to write down a life story type of thing. The most ridiculous waste of time since I'd entered this shit hole.

She smiled, "You have a phone call,"

I was surprised they allowed you to recieve phone calls. I got up, rubbing my belly. The creatures had returned, only this time near my stomach; pushing and pulling it in every direction. I hated the little bastards.

Spencer led me to the phone. I picked it up, and rubbed my sleeve over the part you talk into. God only knows what mouths have been near that thing. "Hullo?"

"Mikey?" Frank's voice greeted.

I sighed. I was still unbelievably pissed at all of them. "Hey,"

" is it going?" he asked.

"Who are you with?" I asked.


"I hate it here," I mumbled. It probably wouldn't go over very well if I said that loudly.

He scoffed, "I knew you would. I never wanted to send you there Mikey, you have to know that."

"Yeah, well,"

"Can I come there and visit you?" he asked.

That was a perfectly good question, but I didn't know the answer. I asked the nurse nearest to me. She nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I'll be there in a bit then okay?"

"Bring coffee," I replied, hanging up the phone.

I walked to the common area, to watch t.v., and sat on the couch taking up as little room as possible. The t.v. always stayed on one channel. Discovery. Yawn.

"Are you new?" A small female voice said from beside me.

I looked over to her. Her small frame was dressed in black, and she was curled up, resting her chin on her knees. Long brown hair was covering most of her face as she stared forward.

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. "You?"

She shrugged, "I've been here for a while."

I nodded, "What for?"

She finally looked over with the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen. "You first."

"Booze," I stated plainly.

She smiled. "Oh," she held out her arms, revealing numerous scars, and some new cuts too. She quickly retracted them, after seeing my reaction. It was merely surprise, but would have likely come off as disgust.

She exhaled loudly through her nose. "Do you have a cigarette?" she asked.

"Yeah," I stood up. "Where do you go to smoke in this place?"

She smiled, "I'll show you if you give me one."


She grabbed my hand and lead me to the front desk. She smiled cutely at the nurse sitting there, "Hey Alice, may we please go for a cigarette."

"You're Michael right?" she asked me. I nodded. "Yes you two may go." Alice said, opening the door for us.

The girl lead me outside. This was when I realized I hadn't asked her her name. So I did.

"Brooklyn," she replied, taking a long drag of her smoke. "You're Michael?"

"Mikey actually," I said. I was sick of everyone calling me Michael, but I never felt like correcting anyone.

"I hear you're in some band?" she asked.

"No," I lied.

She gave me a weird look. "Oh..." she butted out her cigarette and tucked it in her pocket, "This has been sufficiently awkward. See you around," she patted my head and walked away.

Frank passed her on his way outside. He looked intrigued. "Hey," he said, handing me a coffee, "Who's your friend?" he said suggestively, raising his eyebrows.

I took a sip of my coffee, "Do you really think this is a good place to look for a girlfriend? I mean, everyone here is just as fucked up as me, if not more."

He threw up his hands defensively. "Alright, alright,"

"Sorry Frank," I sighed, "I'm just...really pissed off."

He smiled sympathetically, "Its okay,"


Frank and I talked for a while about nothing really. I lied, telling him I was tired and wanted to go to bed. So he left. I probably wasn't going to get any sleep at all. The creatures had set up camp all over my body. I ached.

I walked inside and witnessed Brooklyn screaming at the top of her lungs, blood dripping down her arms and being carried to "The Rubber Room" by an orderly. She was writhing in his grip, kicking her feet furiously. "No!" she screamed over and over. Another orderly opened the door for the first, suffering a kick to the chest, and she was carried inside. The first came out sporting a bloody nose. He locked the door and walked away.

The whole time I was pressed against the wall, holding my breath.

"You okay?" Spencer asked me.

I nodded. I would be as long as I never got to that point.


A/N Hi people. So, just remember the three R's. And ya. I dunno, is there a point to continuing? Let me know. :)
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