GUESS WHAT PEOPLES? THE LONG- AWAITED SEQUEL TO "TO LIVE IS TO LOVE..."! WELL, MAYBE NOT LONG, IT HASN'T BEEN MORE THAN A WEEK. BUT STILL, THIS IS ONLY TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. I'M SORRY IF THIS COMES OUT TERRIBLY, I'M NOT AS INTO THE BEGINNINGS OF STORIES. ONCE IT GETS TO THE EXCITING MIDDLE, THEN THESE WILL PROBABLY TURN OUT SO MUCH BETTER. SO ANYWHO... YEAH. ENJOY. I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS, BUT THIS PROLOGUE IS ONLY FOR RECAPPING TO THOSE THE VERY ENDING OF WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYONE IN THE OTHER STORY.
Dying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR, nor do I even know them Sure... I've seen Gee shake his a** on stage, but I've never had a civilized conversation. So, to my knowledge, everything in this story is fictional except for a majority of the characters. If this really happened, well then, I must be psychic. whee
Rating: PG-13. Because of.... swearing? I really don't know. It's all precautionary.
Characters: Same as in the first story (excluding Bella... she's dead people), and some new ones. You'll have to wait to know who they are. Cause hell, I don't even know who's gonna be in this.
Final Chapter Count: Dude, I've barely started yet. gonk
Prologue
-Frank’s POV-
Nothing was right anymore. Everything we all did had a shitty outcome and nothing could change that. We just… no one could get over the fact that we lost someone very important to us… someone who was the only thing that kept Gerard going all these years alone. Well… not alone, but what could you count his ex as? She was just a distraction.
Ever since then life was spiraling out of control.
Tay was drinking nightly, leaving normal, but returning with too much alcohol and the occasional drugs in her system. Gerard joined her. They were with each other a lot now. I guess they just had a few more things in common than Tay and I did.
Sam was angry constantly. It was worse than before; I could tell by how everyone acted around her. They were terrified of her, afraid she would snap if you said something wrong to her. There was no doubt she would. Mikey was almost as bad-off as Gerard and Tay. Only he was better at hiding it. Except for the occasional shattered bottle on the wood floor of the bedroom Sam and Mikey shared, or the pill bottle that lay on the floor with little white tablets or crushed powder sprawled on the floorboards, he was almost normal.
Ali and Britt were anorexic. They wouldn’t eat unless forced to. And by forced, I mean tied to a chair and fed through a syringe what they needed to eat. The situation was that desperate. Bob and Ray were, unsuccessfully, trying to get the two girls to eat something, anything that could sate the shooting pain they felt in their stomachs because of hunger. The few times they did, they just became bulimic for those few nights. The two guys couldn’t take it. After seeing Britt puking her guts out the last time she decided to eat, he wanted to get her to seek help. She threw a fit and broke up with him, the poor guy. He hasn’t been the same. Ali and Bob might end up the same soon.
Marissa hasn’t come back. She got her number changed or something, because she hasn’t answered anyone’s calls. I think the girls have stopped trying and the guys can’t find the time to care. Now her and Bella’s former apartment is completely bare, with nothing more than just the furniture that no one bothered to take.
I’m sitting now, on the comfortable, emerald green couch that once belonged to the deceased Bella and the disappeared Marissa. It’s causing me to sink into the cushions. I can’t help but think whenever I’m here. I can’t help it that out of everyone, I probably have the least problems. She was close to me, yeah, but I couldn’t afford to break down; not now. Not when Tay and everyone needed me the most. If – when, they got help and figured everything, then I will let out everything I’ve been holding in.
For now though, I need to help everyone organize this s**t they call our lives.
Dying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have
Disclaimer: I do not own MCR, nor do I even know them Sure... I've seen Gee shake his a** on stage, but I've never had a civilized conversation. So, to my knowledge, everything in this story is fictional except for a majority of the characters. If this really happened, well then, I must be psychic. whee
Rating: PG-13. Because of.... swearing? I really don't know. It's all precautionary.
Characters: Same as in the first story (excluding Bella... she's dead people), and some new ones. You'll have to wait to know who they are. Cause hell, I don't even know who's gonna be in this.
Final Chapter Count: Dude, I've barely started yet. gonk
Prologue
-Frank’s POV-
Nothing was right anymore. Everything we all did had a shitty outcome and nothing could change that. We just… no one could get over the fact that we lost someone very important to us… someone who was the only thing that kept Gerard going all these years alone. Well… not alone, but what could you count his ex as? She was just a distraction.
Ever since then life was spiraling out of control.
Tay was drinking nightly, leaving normal, but returning with too much alcohol and the occasional drugs in her system. Gerard joined her. They were with each other a lot now. I guess they just had a few more things in common than Tay and I did.
Sam was angry constantly. It was worse than before; I could tell by how everyone acted around her. They were terrified of her, afraid she would snap if you said something wrong to her. There was no doubt she would. Mikey was almost as bad-off as Gerard and Tay. Only he was better at hiding it. Except for the occasional shattered bottle on the wood floor of the bedroom Sam and Mikey shared, or the pill bottle that lay on the floor with little white tablets or crushed powder sprawled on the floorboards, he was almost normal.
Ali and Britt were anorexic. They wouldn’t eat unless forced to. And by forced, I mean tied to a chair and fed through a syringe what they needed to eat. The situation was that desperate. Bob and Ray were, unsuccessfully, trying to get the two girls to eat something, anything that could sate the shooting pain they felt in their stomachs because of hunger. The few times they did, they just became bulimic for those few nights. The two guys couldn’t take it. After seeing Britt puking her guts out the last time she decided to eat, he wanted to get her to seek help. She threw a fit and broke up with him, the poor guy. He hasn’t been the same. Ali and Bob might end up the same soon.
Marissa hasn’t come back. She got her number changed or something, because she hasn’t answered anyone’s calls. I think the girls have stopped trying and the guys can’t find the time to care. Now her and Bella’s former apartment is completely bare, with nothing more than just the furniture that no one bothered to take.
I’m sitting now, on the comfortable, emerald green couch that once belonged to the deceased Bella and the disappeared Marissa. It’s causing me to sink into the cushions. I can’t help but think whenever I’m here. I can’t help it that out of everyone, I probably have the least problems. She was close to me, yeah, but I couldn’t afford to break down; not now. Not when Tay and everyone needed me the most. If – when, they got help and figured everything, then I will let out everything I’ve been holding in.
For now though, I need to help everyone organize this s**t they call our lives.
