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A/N: This is going to be a short story. It won't go past fifteen chapters, but then again, it could if I decide to put a solid effort into plotting it all out, and continuing it. If you like it, let me know, because I most likely will make it a long story. My Chemical Romance will be introduced soon enough. The main character, Darian, does not represent me in the least. I’m a female, kid’s, and besides, I’ll be in the story in the next chapter or so. LOL. Hope you enjoy – don’t forgot to rate and review. ex to the oh, Zombie.

To put your emotion onto paper in the form of words is an extremely daring and hard task. The words seem so right in your mind, yet as soon as they're sprawled onto blue-lined paper in black ink, they just don't seem fit. They work as well as Mindless Self Indulgence playing in a Retirement Village for Senior Citizens.

I am in the means of writing a heart-felt letter to my heroes, My Chemical Romance. I've wasted nearly thirty pieces of paper already, which were thrown throughout my already messy bedroom. You see, they had a concert coming up this Saturday in my home town, and I was going. If I were to meet the band, I was going to give them this letter, even though the chances of them reading it were nil to none.

Even though I thought they wouldn’t read it, that didn't stop me from writing it. I've got the slightest bit of hope inside, and through all the voices in my head telling me I’m wasting my time, I'm keeping the faith. Who knew, maybe they could get bored on the way to the Airport, and might decide to read it. Maybe luck will be on my side for once.

Today is Thursday, meaning two day's until the gig. It's an almost sold out show, so I'm going to get there early to try and get the best seat in the house. I'm going with my best friend, E-Jay, who lives two states away but is catching a plane up here to go to the show with me, rather than we go alone, in different cities. Her flight is tomorrow morning, and she should be reaching here by noon.

I continued to attempt to write a letter that made sense, and came from my heart, but it just wasn’t working. I was normally really good at putting my heart on paper, but I suppose today just isn’t my day. I ripped the paper from the notepad, scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it at my poster-covered wall.

“Fucking hell,” I mumbled under my breath, as I looked around my room. I was normally an overly-neat person, but J. Christ, my room was atrocious! My blankets were on the floor, along with the scrunched paper balls, as well as books, CD cases, shoes, and clothes. I wasn’t normally a slob, though these past few day’s I basically have been.

“Darian, get your arse out here!” My mum yelled from down the hall. I got up, kicking my dresser and hissing incoherent cuss words under my breath as I made my way to the living room. My mum sat on the couch, beside a male that wore only a pair of jeans that were unbuckled. Her latest customer, obviously.

My mum worked as a prostitute, as well as a stripper. I didn’t judge her for it, because at the end of the day, she’s my mum, even if she constantly bashes me. Her male companion looked at me with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Yes, Ma?” I asked in a sugar sweet voice.

“This man here – Dave – is willing to give you a hundred dollars if you suck him off. Make me proud, baby.” She didn’t smile, or even say it in a nice manner. Instead she glared at me and got up, and was in front of me, her mouth to my ear in seconds. “Do it you little cunt. I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you don’t.”

I gulped. She had almost killed me once, because I wouldn’t let one of her friend’s feel me up. She had basically beat me and left me to bleed to death. I would have most likely died, if it wasn’t for the land lord suddenly showing up. I had lied to him, though, and told him it was some people that broke in.

I felt tear’s come to my eyes as she shoved me over to the filthy man, who had taken his hardness from his pants, and was stroking it. I felt so dirty as I got to my knee’s in front of him, taking his length into my own hand, stroking from base to tip, before putting my tongue to his head. I swirled my tongue around a few times, before taking him into my moth. He wasn’t big length wise, but boy, was he thick. As my head bobbed up and down on his hardness, I felt him tangle his hand’s in my hair, moaning loudly. I let my mind drift away, to happier thoughts. I thought about how amazing the My Chemical Romance concert was going to be. As I thought more, I nearly choked as he released his juices into my mouth. I swallowed, feeling my stomach churn as I did.

“Best blow job I’ve had in a while,” He smirked, taking my hand which I tried to snatch away. “You sit here on the couch pretty boy, and watch while I fuck your mom senseless. It was part of our deal.”

I glanced at mom, who was now in nothing but her bra and panties, laying on the opposite couch. The disgusting man got up and walked over to her. He placed his knee’s on either side of her thighs, as his head dipped down to suckle on her breast, which he released from the bra.

I let my mind wander, so I wouldn’t have to witness this. One thing I loved was that I was easily distracted, but once I thought about something for longer than twenty seconds, I could be deep in thought for hours without realizing it. Their moans where very faint as I thought and thought about the My Chem concert.

I hoped to God that I’d get to meet the band. Bob, Frank, Gerard, Mikey and Ray were the only stable figures in my life that I could look up to and be inspired by. They were my biggest inspirations, my heroes, and all time favorite band, of course.

I decided it would be best to take notice of the dirty scene playing before my eyes, incase they had already climaxed, and Mum would end up beating me for not paying attention, which would most likely have lost her money if this Dave character noticed.

I felt the bile rise up in my throat as I watched them fuck. I let my eyes wander away or a moment, but I snapped my attention back to them as I heard them both loudly moan in unison. I turned my attention the guy, because I felt dirty and wrong to look at my mum. Dave pulled out of mum, as his dick went considerably limp.

“C-Can I g-g-go now?” I stuttered, and choked, not daring to look up at them.

“Whatever, pretty boy.” The man smirked.

I got up from the couch, and practically ran to my bedroom. I threw myself on my bed, straight after slamming my door and locking it. With my face buried into my pillow, I let tears flood from my eyes. I don’t know how long I had been laying there, but eventually I started to feel tired, and fell asleep.


I don’t know what the time was when I awoke, but it was still dark, and I could hear screaming coming from the living room. They weren’t screams of fear, more like screams of anger. My head felt heavy, as did my eyes, but I forced myself to get out from underneath the covers I had somehow managed to climb under in my slumber.

I walked over to my bedroom door, opening it slightly so I could see down the hall. From what I could see, Mum was standing near the kitchen door way, and her pal from earlier was yelling things at her. I loved my Mum, no matter what, and it made me sick to my stomach when her clients got violent, and threw her around, roughing up her face and whatnot.

Grabbing the baseball bat the rested by my bed, I slowly walked down the hall, not yet catching either of the two’s attention. The hall was dark, and the only light in the lounge room came from the TV. I was wearing nothing but black, so I blended in quite easily, and I thanked my dark fashion sense for that.

“Fuckin’ little slut.” He yelled, taking a step forward and raising a fist to Mum’s face. “’m not fuckin’ paying nothin’.”

“Get the fuck out, you dirty cunt.” She yelled back. “I can’t believe I fucking let my son touch you. You’re nothing but a piece of shit. I don’t need your money. You’ll be hearing from Daddy P though, dickhead.”

I was quite surprised when what’s-his-name took a frightened step away from mum, and grabbed his coat from the door, before opening the front door and running out into the early morning chill. I looked back to mum, who had tears streaming down her face and a bruise on her cheek that I hadn’t noticed before.

I dropped my bat, which frightened her, but when she saw me walk out of the shadows, she did nothing but cry some more. I walked over to her, taking her into my arms. There had to be a way to convince her to stop doing what she did; the drugs, selling her body, the alcohol.

We both sat there for at least an hour, with her in my lap and arms, while we both cried. When I was all out of tears, I forced to look up at me, as I wiped away tears that rested on her cheeks.

“Oh, mum,” I sniffled, kissing her forehead.”You can’t keep going on like this. Please stop, for yourself, and for me?”

“I-I w-w-want to, but i-it’s s-so hard, because t-there really isn’t a-a-anything else I’m g-good at.” She choked in between tears.

“Stop lying to yourself, Mama. You’re an amazing cook, you’re a friendly person, and you love to clean. How many of the other girls you er… work with can cook and clean, and like it? None, exactly. Mum you’ve got so much talent, but you’re just denying yourself the opportunity to find those hidden talents.”

“I don’t deserve you, Darian.” She sniffled, her tears now gone. “I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you, but yet you haven’t run away, or said a bad word to me.”

“It’s because I love you, Mum. At the end of the day, we only ended up in this mess because Dad left you.”

“I know. I’m sorry about earlier, sugar, even though sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m sorry for everything I’ve made you do, but they threaten to kill you if I don’t force you into this shit. We’re going to the doctors tomorrow, to make sure you have caught any diseases from the fucking sleaze bag.”

“Okay, but for now, you need a shower, then sleep. Your bedroom wouldn’t be in the best of conditions, I’m guessing, so you can have my bed. Go hop into the shower, while I set my bed up for you.” I smiled, getting up and helping her up.

“No, I’ll… sleep on the couch. Your bed is yours to sleep in. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Don’t argue, Mum. Shower, now!” I joked, pushing her up the hall slightly. “I’ll clean your bed and put fresh sheet on it then, if you’re so opposed to sleeping in my bed.”

“’kay, D.” She smiled, going into the bathroom.

I made my way to her bedroom, which was in complete disarray. I walked back out, grabbing fresh sheet’s and pillow case’s from the linen closet, as well as air freshener. I set out to cleaning her room, and was done within fifteen minutes, just as she walked into the bedroom.

“Thank you, sugar.” She said, hugging me. She was in the pajamas I had quickly thrown into the bathroom just before, and her wet hair hung over her shoulders.

“It’s no problem at all, Mum.” I told her, pulling back her bed covers and helping her climb in. “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”
“I love you. Goodnight.” She gave me a half smiled, just as her eyes began to droop. After placing a kiss on her cheek, I walked out of the room, shutting of the lights and closing her door. I went to my bedroom, feeling exhausted myself.

I just lay in bed for a while, letting a million and one different thoughts pass through, not really caring what I was thinking about. I was to trapped in an alternative universe to take note of what I was thinking, doing or how I was breathing, or looked. The sun was beginning to rise, just as I felt myself drift off into a dream less sleep. The last though the crossed my mind, which happened to be the only though I cared about was, one day until my life could possibly change.
A/N: I know I left an Author’s Note at the beginning, but I’m just here to remind you to Rate and Review.