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A few moths after staying in the orphanage, I had become friends with the three girls in my room. They were all a bit younger than me, but they were all still really nice. There was Anna, they nine-year-old whose father abused her and her mother didn’t care. She ran away, too. Then there was Margaret, or Maggie, as we all called her. She was thirteen, and her parents dropped her off when she was a baby. Then there was Lena, who never talked. She wasn’t a deaf-mute or anything, she just didn’t want to talk. She was 12, and extremely considerate. She was also so funny that if she would just talk, she could be a stand-up comedian.
One day when I was cleaning our room, Lena came in with an excited look on her face. She was jumping up and down, her eyes wide as saucers. I stared at her, slowly smiling.
“What’s up, Lena? Good news, I take it.” She stopped jumping, an insane grin on her face, and swallowed.
“I’m being adopted, Stacy!” She talked. She finally talked. I dropped the broom I was holding and hugged her so hard it was almost a tackle.
“Oh my God, you talked! You have such a beautiful voice, holy crap you talked, I can’t believe you’re being adopted, holy CRAP, YOU TALKED!” We started jumping up and down together. “This is cause for celebration!” I said, taking her face in my hands. “I’ll make a special dinner!”
“Okay, Stacy,” She said, her voice a little distorted because her face was squished by my hands. “That sounds cool.”
“I’m gonna go to Lexington market and get food! I’ll be back!” I let go of her face and flew out the door, where I ran into Mrs. Taper. Mrs. Taper was our caretaker lady. She was nice, but kind of strict.
“Good day, Stacy. Where are you off to in such a rush?”
“Lena’s getting adopted!” I said, grabbing my coat. “I’m going to get stuff to prepare her a special dinner.”
“Well don’t be late.” She said, nodding with a smile on her face. I put on my coat and walked out into the January air. On my way to Lexington Market, it started to snow. I laughed in delight and started spinning around, trying to catch snow flakes on my tongue. Until one dude outside of a crack house told me to stay on my side of the street, or he’ll knock me out. After that, I didn’t spin again. I just quietly snickered to myself.
Lexington Market always creeped me out. The sheer number of people always made me nervous, but once I started shopping, I got used to it. All of the smells, the sights, the faces, the voices; they all seemed like home.
I was buying some vegetables when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, and there stood Gerard. I gasped and dropped the pepper I was holding.
“Hey!” yelled the vender. “Ya hafta buy tha’ now, missy.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” I said, taking out some money and paying the man. I then turned back to Gerard. “Wow, hey, Gerard. What’s happening? How come you guys are back in Baltimore?”
“Oh, well, we were supposed to be in Toronto right now, but there was a planning error, and we were somehow scheduled for playing at the club you work at again. I’m buying groceries.” He held up a plastic bag as evidence. “Hey- how come you weren’t at the club again? We missed you and your bouncing skills.” I nodded and looked away, rubbing my arm.
“Well, uh, I had to quit so I could help my mom around the house. She’s a, um, doctor, and she doesn’t really have time to stay home and clean, you know?” This was a complete and total lie. I had to quit because Mrs. Taper didn’t think it was “lady-like” to be a bouncer at a nightclub. I didn’t feel like telling him I was an orphan now. I didn’t want him to unnecessarily worry. He nodded and smiled.
“It’s good that you want to help out your mom. Well, I actually have to go. I bet Frank’s going crazy without food, and-” He stopped short. “Oh, God.” He said, his eyes wide. “I left the Sourpatch Kids out on the table. s**t. I gotta go, Stace. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said, giggling a bit. “Go stop Frank from taking over the world with his sugar high.”
“Bye Stace.” He said, giving me a hug. “You have our phone numbers. Call us whenever, okay?” I nodded and hugged back, trying to keep the tears from overflowing. I knew it was the reality that I would never see or talk to them again. Then, with a last pat on the shoulder, Gerard raced off through the crowds, yelling, “Frank! You better not touch my candy!” and looking like a madman. I laughed, wiped away a tear, and went back to shopping.
That night, I cooked a huge dinner for the whole orphanage- all ten of us. I never said it was a big orphanage. Anyway, I cooked dinner, which everyone loved. Then, after a couple hours of talking, laughing, and crying, we all went to bed. Well, everyone else did. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to process all of my thoughts. Lena, one of my best friends, was leaving. And we had just received word that Maggie and Anna would be getting adopted soon, as well. All my friends were leaving me, and I had nowhere to go. I wiped away the tears that suddenly appeared on my cheeks, and sat up. I stood up, grabbing my coat from a chair.
“Stacy?” Lena was half-awake, and had a confused look on her face. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just gonna take a walk, Lena. No need to worry.” I smiled and patted her head. She nodded, gave a sleepy groan, and rolled over to fall asleep again. I walked out of the room, and out of the house as quietly as I could. Now, some of you out there may think it’s dangerous for a sixteen-year-old girl to be walking in the middle of the night in Baltimore. But, as I’ve said before, nobody wants to mess with a six-foot girl dressed in all black.
I went down to the Inner Harbor, sat down on the edge of the dock, and looked out at all of the boats. I could see the Domino sugar factory’s lights in the distance. I loved the city at night- it was so peaceful and pretty. All of the lights looked like the stars we couldn’t see because of the smog. I sighed, taking in the beauty, until a rough voice came out behind me.
“Hey, girlie. Ya hafta get outta here. Boat’s comin’ in, an’ yer in the way.” I looked back out at the water, and a big cargo ship was headed straight for me. I nodded, got up, and wandered back in towards the heart of the city. It started to rain, a hard, freezing rain, so I ducked beneath a covered alley. I slid down into a sitting position, not caring if my pants got dirty. I rested my head against the brick wall and looked up, trying to think. I hadn’t been able to stop and think for a while, but now that I had all the time in the world, I found I couldn’t process my thoughts. A car passed by, and the headlights reflected off of something shiny. It caught my eye, and I bent down to investigate further.
It was a piece of glass; a normal, ordinary piece of broken glass, but something about it intrigued me. I picked it up and turned it back and forth. Then, without thinking, I brought it down against my arm, making a thin red slash. It didn’t hurt, as I thought it would. I watched as red liquid seeped from the cut with a fascination and a peace that I hadn’t felt before. An idea came to mind, a way to end all of the pain and loneliness that would never go away. I grinned with the idea, and laughed quietly as I drew a deep red line down the center of my arm.
“Down the lane, not across the street.” I reminded myself, chuckling a bit. As more and more blood ran down my arm, my vision began to fade. Everything became blurry and distorted. Time moved jerkily. I became dizzy and lay down to stop the world. Everything became darker, and I felt tired. So very tired…
Then I was sure I was dead, because I heard an angel calling out my name. It seemed so far off, though…
“Stacy! Stace…! What’s going on? Why are you…oh, Jesus.” I felt a tugging at my arm, and did my best to resist it. I didn’t want to go away, I wanted to stay on the ground, curled up, where no one and nothing could bother me. But the angel apparently didn’t want me to stay on the ground, and I felt myself flying up, being carried away into heaven.

She's gonna die...

naw, I'm kiddin'. I will update as fast as my fingers allow me!

Maybe I will.

Mmmm...Gerard eating a cherry off of ice cream...yum.

Okay, just because that image put me in a good mood, I'm gonna post an update!

Lights were flashing all around me. A loud, annoying noise kept going off. People. Lots of people around me. Shouting. Poking me, prodding me, sticking me with…I shuddered to think of needles. Noise. Confusion. Gerard’s face, worried, before me. Then, darkness.
I woke up to white. There was nothing but white. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and when I opened them again, everything began to come into focus, and I heard a beeping somewhere near my head. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. It disgusted and amused me that the first thing I thought was, Now come one, come all to this tragic affair…
I turned my head and saw Gerard, asleep beside me, his head resting on the side of my hospital bed. On the other side was Frank, in the same position, and at the foot of my bed, there were Mikey and Bob asleep in two chairs. I frowned, wondering where Ray was. A nurse was on my left, checking my vitals.
“Where am I?” I asked, my words mushing themselves together. She smiled at me.
“You’re in Harbor Hospital, hon. You slit your wrists, remember?” My eyes widened with fear, but not with fear of cutting.
“Harbor Hospital?! But that’s where people go to die! This is an awful hospital! I was born here, and they almost killed me! They misdiagnosed me! No! Get. Me. Out. Of. Here!” The sound of the beeps increasing and becoming louder woke up the guys, and Gerard was the first to try to comfort me.
“Stacy, it’ll be fine.”
“No, it won’t! They’ll…they’ll say I need surgery or something and kill me in the process!” The nurse looked a little offended at my reaction.
“Okay, she needs to be sedated.” She said in a hard voice. Gerard put his arms protectively around me.
“You don’t come near her with that needle. I have a lawyer.” The nurse glared at him and walked out just as Ray came in.
“What did I miss?” he asked, carrying coffee. I gave a shaky laugh and ran a hand through my hair.
“Not much of importance.” He grinned, set the coffee down, and gave me a hug.
“We were worried, Stacy. Why did you go and do that, huh?”
“I don’t know,” I said, tears streaming from my eyes. “I think I wanted to die.” And with that, I began to sob. I hugged him and cried into his front, and it seemed as though I would never stop.

I was at that hospital for three months, and after I was through therapy, I was released on my birthday- April 9th. During the three months I was at the hospital, I revealed to the guys that I ran away from home and was now an orphan. I told them that I had lied when I gave the impression that my mother cared. That conversation started a lot of sobbing parties.
When I was released, I was forced to exit the hospital in a wheelchair. It embarrassed the crap out of me, and I kept my face in my hands the whole time. Once in the car, I felt better.
“Are we going back to the orphanage?” I asked, looking out the window.
“Well, yes, but we have a present for you.” Said Gerard, grinning at me. “A sort of joint present, for both of our birthdays.” I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“It’s not a party, is it? I hate parties.”
“No, nothing like that. But it is a wonderful present, if I do say so myself.” He grinned once more, and we pulled up to the orphanage. I gave him a confused look and walked out. When I went in, I started to head to my room, but Gerard stopped me.
“Nope. We’re going this way.” And he dragged me to the main office. He sat me down, sat in the chair next to me, and grinned like a crazy person. “Well?” he said to the guy at the desk. “Tell her.” The man turned to me and read off of a sheet of paper.
“Miss Reynolds, we have some exciting news. You will no longer be staying here; Mr. Way has adopted you.” I stared at him, shocked.
“What?”
“You are no longer Stacy Reynolds, but Stacy Way. All of your legal documents have been transferred to his name. You are now in the care of Mr. Way. Happy birthday.” He gave me a small smile and handed a folder to Gerard. I stared open-mouthed at him.
“So…I’m your…daughter, then?” I asked. Gerard nodded, his smile turned careful. I was barely able to keep the scream of joy contained. “Oh my God, Gerard Way is my dad! I’m…I’m your daughter! Holy crap!” I jumped up and hugged him, grinning until I thought my mouth would fall off. My life didn't seem as awful as it did a couple of months ago.

Yeah, well....

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YAY! For sappeh-ness!

xd April 9 is my birthday too!

You... YOU ENDED IT! And my birthday is in April too! Only it's not on any special day like April 9th... no, mine's April 8th ..... stoopid mother couldn't hold off labor for 24 more hours.