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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:22 pm
So uhm. Yeah. This is my first fanfiction
ON THIS SITE.
I've written fanfiction on LJ and MCRMY and stuffs like that.
So here I go.
LONG LIVE THE MIKEY WAY.
So, there was this guy.
Yeah, there was this guy. Isn’t there always “this guy”? Yeah, well this guy was different. He found a way into the very deepest crevice of my heart and stayed there. His name was Mikey. Mikey Way. Michael James Way.
I met him in high school. Yeah, I know, a little early to find the love of my life, eh? Nope.
It was twelfth grade. Senior year. I’d known him my whole life. Well, I didn’t know him. He’s been in all three schools. Elementary, Middle, and High school. I’d always seen him, I just didn’t notice him. He had a brother, a couple of years older than him, Gerard, but I’d always preferred Mikey. He was just…calmer and more laid back.
It was science class. Isn’t it always science class? I mean, that’s the class you learn the hardcore anatomy. Yeah. But it wasn’t really that. I got up to sharpen my pencil and tripped over his foot. I mean, it was wayyy out in the aisle. Of course, he got up and freaked out, making an idiot of himself. That’s when I truly knew. Those looks that we shared every four seconds for the rest of the day were how I knew it was him. He was the guy I was always looking for.
We weren’t the most sociable two people in high school. Okay, I admit it-we had a total of three friends each. But, we had the same interests. He liked Anthrax, I liked Anthrax. We both liked Schlock films. Not to mention, I loved his glasses. They were my reason to get up and live very morning, to see him and those glasses every morning. And now I’ll never see him again.
It was a car that took him. He was walking to the park to meet him. I could see him, 200 feet away. He was crossing the street. I stood up to greet him. The car-the drunk driver-hit him. I screamed until I lost my voice and sprinted those 200 feet, spraining my ankle-I was in heels. I called 911. He was still there, He was breathing and stroking my face, saying, “It’s okay, babe. I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine,” His face was so cut up, and his legs were broken. I wouldn’t stop crying. I heard the ambulance was coming, but I couldn’t see it. All I could see was him-my love, my life, Michael James Way.
We were in the hospital when he passed. I sat there, trying not to cry as he struggled to say, “I love you,” and I heard his last breath. Gerard was there. And his mom and dad. The room was silent, except for our endless sobbing. No sound from him at all. He was gone. I sat there for hours in the hospital, crying, my body splayed over his cold, lifeless one. They finally took me away, and that was the last time I saw him. Cold, dead, lifeless.
And you know what bothers me most? He lied. He wasn’t fine. He said that because he loved me. And I loved him. But I know he’s there. I may be crazy, but, I see him. If I’m sleeping alone, I see him there, his chest rising and falling in a heavy manner. He wakes up, and smiles to me. He whispers, “I love you. And I’ll always be here.” I know he will. We’ll see each other. It may be soon, it may be fifty years, but I’ll see him again. My love, my life, Michael James Way.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 6:06 pm
My goodness, this was... wow. I really loved it. It had a point, and flowed, and I love your style. It was like I was in conversation with her, like she was telling me her whole story. It was... really amazing.
The only advice I have to offer you (and believe me, I am not flaming you, I'm too nice for that LOL) is that you should probably include breaks after every paragraph. It makes it easier to read.
You should post something more soon, and I would love to read your stuff on LJ. <3
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