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Introducing DAH DAH DAH Alex Rocca, dont hate on her please. She will make the story totally better lol. have fun with his chapter Side note :Alex's pov is a true story , happened to me
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Alex's POV
The tears slid down my cheek and down my neck but stopped in the middle of my breast. I barely met the guy.
But I cried, I never wiped my tears because I wanted to prove myself I can still cry. I shouldn't have wore this much makeup.
Her eyes were as bloodshot as mine, how could you survive, I wouldn't be able to resist. Its probably her kids that kept her sane. I was insane, I wasn't born with sanity.
But yet im still young. I mean I'm 17. I put my earphones on and listened to my ipod, it was just a viewing at the morgue. I never really listened to the alternative music , but it seemed appropriate. After it was over my eyes where bloodshot. What if that happened to my family.
What if I did succeed on that day. I held my arm. I got up and walked away.
This was to much. I could barely run . This dress held me back. I didn't care to look back when my mom called my name. As soon as I thought I was far enough I started walking. I sat down on the grass. The wind blew and the grass danced around me. I studied the grass blades. Blades…
Frank's POV
Gerard and I went on a walk , he told me about how his mom and how she was always busy with her work so her grandma took him in.
For some reason, I felt like I could trust Gerard with my life. SHUT UP, Frank think straight. HES straight it wont ever work out that way.
Im going to have to make sure he doesn't get sucked into those cheerleading whores who looked for the innocent new ones. I don't think Gerard is that kinda guy. Looking to get laid I mean.
Gerard looked at me "Frank? Are you listening?" I didn't relize that Gerard was talking to me, I put my hands in my jacket pocket. "Sorry, I was thinking."
I looked at my watch 5:45. My mom is probably calling the police.
Why doesn't she trust me. "Are you okay?" He put his hands on my shoulders. "Im okay."
I said, I wasn't okay. He knew it too. "Come on we should head back." He grabbed my hand and squeezed. I was right Gerard isn't that type of guy.
Gerard's POV
"Come on ill walk you home." Frank's hand stiffened, "No you don't need to" His voice was faint but filled with nervousness , "No, I want to make sure your okay." He didn't reply.
The walk was silent. I stared at my feet and looked at frank once in awhile.
He would look at me with pain. Was his mom really that mean? I squeezed his hand, he blushed, and tried to hide it. He was cute.
GERARD you can't do this to yourself. Your not gay, your gay, no your not. I wanted to scream. Why can't I figure my life out anymore.
I stared at the leaves on the sidewalk as the cold jersey wind stroked its fingers through my hair.
I was startled when I heard franks mother "Frank!!!!" she saw me and stopped in her steps. "I got to go," Frank murmured , he walked past his mom, and went inside.
I waved at frank but I don't think he saw. His mom thought Frank wasn't good enough for anyone. I could see it the way she looked at him and then at me. She walked into the house and didn't look back.
"Gerard!" I looked back to see her.
She ran over to me, her eyes bloodshot, her long black hair in curls, a jacket covered her arms , and pale skin ice cold.
"Alex?! Why are you here?!? Are you okay?!?" she panted and she pulled her sleeves up to her elbows. She didn't think I would see it but I did.
I grabbed her wrist. Blood and scars on her pale skin. She winced in pain, "Gerard do me a favor," I looked at her green eyes, "Anything to stop this,"
She smiled and handed me a gun, "Kill me," My eyes grew wide. "Hell no!" She laughed.
She was my old morbed bisexual but mostly lesbian friend. "Whatever, Gerard I was kidding." I traced her scars ,
"Those are real though" she took a neon green bow and put it in her hair, "Cute boyfriend." She winked," I knew you were gay. Those whores at your school wear you out already?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Before I could even reply she pointed at her watch
"Gotta go gee see ya later." She ran away, behind her randomness , she was miserable. Her parents and boyfriend were murdered because of her sexuality. She was strong. Stronger than I could ever be. A friendly hand touched my shoulder, "Hey gee" Mikey smiled , "C'mon its getting late."
Frank's POV
"Frank come here!" anger in here voice made my body tense. I walked into the kitchen , one of her hands on the kitchen counter the other on her head.
"Who was that?" Her voice was calm but so demanding. "Just a friend," That's all he'd ever be , pain shot through my heart. She tried to look me in the eyes.
I looked down at my feet in anger, fear, and sorrow. She walked away, her heels hit me liked bullets, I wanted to throw up. Gerard was right. I'm not okay.
The tears slid down my cheek and down my neck but stopped in the middle of my breast. I barely met the guy.
But I cried, I never wiped my tears because I wanted to prove myself I can still cry. I shouldn't have wore this much makeup.
Her eyes were as bloodshot as mine, how could you survive, I wouldn't be able to resist. Its probably her kids that kept her sane. I was insane, I wasn't born with sanity.
But yet im still young. I mean I'm 17. I put my earphones on and listened to my ipod, it was just a viewing at the morgue. I never really listened to the alternative music , but it seemed appropriate. After it was over my eyes where bloodshot. What if that happened to my family.
What if I did succeed on that day. I held my arm. I got up and walked away.
This was to much. I could barely run . This dress held me back. I didn't care to look back when my mom called my name. As soon as I thought I was far enough I started walking. I sat down on the grass. The wind blew and the grass danced around me. I studied the grass blades. Blades…
Frank's POV
Gerard and I went on a walk , he told me about how his mom and how she was always busy with her work so her grandma took him in.
For some reason, I felt like I could trust Gerard with my life. SHUT UP, Frank think straight. HES straight it wont ever work out that way.
Im going to have to make sure he doesn't get sucked into those cheerleading whores who looked for the innocent new ones. I don't think Gerard is that kinda guy. Looking to get laid I mean.
Gerard looked at me "Frank? Are you listening?" I didn't relize that Gerard was talking to me, I put my hands in my jacket pocket. "Sorry, I was thinking."
I looked at my watch 5:45. My mom is probably calling the police.
Why doesn't she trust me. "Are you okay?" He put his hands on my shoulders. "Im okay."
I said, I wasn't okay. He knew it too. "Come on we should head back." He grabbed my hand and squeezed. I was right Gerard isn't that type of guy.
Gerard's POV
"Come on ill walk you home." Frank's hand stiffened, "No you don't need to" His voice was faint but filled with nervousness , "No, I want to make sure your okay." He didn't reply.
The walk was silent. I stared at my feet and looked at frank once in awhile.
He would look at me with pain. Was his mom really that mean? I squeezed his hand, he blushed, and tried to hide it. He was cute.
GERARD you can't do this to yourself. Your not gay, your gay, no your not. I wanted to scream. Why can't I figure my life out anymore.
I stared at the leaves on the sidewalk as the cold jersey wind stroked its fingers through my hair.
I was startled when I heard franks mother "Frank!!!!" she saw me and stopped in her steps. "I got to go," Frank murmured , he walked past his mom, and went inside.
I waved at frank but I don't think he saw. His mom thought Frank wasn't good enough for anyone. I could see it the way she looked at him and then at me. She walked into the house and didn't look back.
"Gerard!" I looked back to see her.
She ran over to me, her eyes bloodshot, her long black hair in curls, a jacket covered her arms , and pale skin ice cold.
"Alex?! Why are you here?!? Are you okay?!?" she panted and she pulled her sleeves up to her elbows. She didn't think I would see it but I did.
I grabbed her wrist. Blood and scars on her pale skin. She winced in pain, "Gerard do me a favor," I looked at her green eyes, "Anything to stop this,"
She smiled and handed me a gun, "Kill me," My eyes grew wide. "Hell no!" She laughed.
She was my old morbed bisexual but mostly lesbian friend. "Whatever, Gerard I was kidding." I traced her scars ,
"Those are real though" she took a neon green bow and put it in her hair, "Cute boyfriend." She winked," I knew you were gay. Those whores at your school wear you out already?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Before I could even reply she pointed at her watch
"Gotta go gee see ya later." She ran away, behind her randomness , she was miserable. Her parents and boyfriend were murdered because of her sexuality. She was strong. Stronger than I could ever be. A friendly hand touched my shoulder, "Hey gee" Mikey smiled , "C'mon its getting late."
Frank's POV
"Frank come here!" anger in here voice made my body tense. I walked into the kitchen , one of her hands on the kitchen counter the other on her head.
"Who was that?" Her voice was calm but so demanding. "Just a friend," That's all he'd ever be , pain shot through my heart. She tried to look me in the eyes.
I looked down at my feet in anger, fear, and sorrow. She walked away, her heels hit me liked bullets, I wanted to throw up. Gerard was right. I'm not okay.
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