My Chemical Romance

[Voice recording rewinds and plays certain parts, speeds up and slows down:]
"...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors,
they are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody
was gripping my throat and squeezing and..."

Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Don't toi breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.

And through it all
How could toi cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep....

A/N: I cut this short a bit because I felt like I was taking to long to get this chapter on here.As always,please excuse my horrible spelling

~At School~

I slammed my locker and rushed off to meet the guys. Two cheerleaders who obviously didn't get the memo that the rest of their bitchy clique was already eating lunch on the front lawn of campus, still stood in the hallway. They had noticed,just like the rest of school, that I was wearing Mikey's clothes. Big fucking deal. Way to jump to conclutions.
"Hey Paigee," They snickered.
As far as I was concerned,these whores could go to hell.
"Fuck...

Framia: Wherever toi Are
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART Friends DID
Jamia aimlessly flipped through the chapters of her chemistry textbook, bored to tears and lonely. She hated being grounded on homecoming night, and she knew Frank was disappointed that she wasn't able to come. He was probably having a nighttime rehearsal in his mom's basement, ou smoking weed at the park near his dad's place. Maybe both, meaning he'd be smoking a joint at band practice. He was so bummed out that she wasn't able to come. She blamed her parents and her history teacher's epic fail of a...

Framia: Scared
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY FRIEND ON DEVIANTART DID!!
Frank heard his cell phone go off after band practice. He saw on the tiny screen his girlfriend was calling him. He answered immediately.
"Hello?"
"Frankie? Thank God." Frank's hazel eyes narrowed in concern. Jamia's voice sounded worried, tear shaken, and just plain scared.
"What's wrong, honey? toi don't sound so good."
"Frank...I think I'm pregnant." His eyes went from narrow to wide. How was that possible? He used a condom. That should have been enough.
"What?"
"I missed my period and I'm scared and I have no...