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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 28, 2005 21:08:32 GMT -5
It was the invitation that I got in the mail that sparked back all of the memories I had gotten from attending one year at Dauntless High, nine years ago. I had been 16 when I graduated, on top of all my classes and had graduated a year earlier then I should have. And, looking back I could still remember my best friend, who was two years younger then me. He had helped me escape a northern town of New Jersey just five days after the graduation ceremony, from the life I had stuck out. I think, or maybe even know, that most the purgatory I had lived through was caused by my dad. My dad, was one of those washed up late 70's/80's hair band rock star. The 'sex icon' of the band The Demonaters. I know, what was he thinking when he thought of the name, but that was 'cool' back in the good 'ol days. When the Demonaters were just starting out they actually had made music. But, after much hair spray, exposure to breasts, drugs, and beer, the role of the Demonater's music had changed. Now, it didn't come all at once. The hair had always been there, just modified to make it look better. But before the breasts,drugs and beer part, there was a person. My mom. My father, Mavis Soprano, no relations to the mafia, was madly in love with my beautiful mother Adena Walker. According to my father, she had broken his heart by cheating on him. It wasn't her fault though, before she had met my father she was trying to get out of a strip joint. Oh what a great family history I have! So, the owners of the strip joint grabbed my mother and forced her to get photos of her kissing other guys, and sent them to my father. He, devastated, turned to drugs and alcohol. Soon after, was doing breast shots backstage and inviting any girl barely legal who had a nice body who showed her tits backstage. Typical rock band of the late 70's and 80's. When my mother disappeared from the picture, rumor has it, she found out she was pregnant with, who else, but me. When I was born, my father had gotten no word of it, and a year after I was born my mother had fallen ill, and having written out her will hours before crumbling to death. The will, had put me in the hands of The Demonaters. There was a letter attached to the will, and it had everything my dad had missed out in the previous year and 9 months. It also, had explained the whole strip joint mystery. Social Services saw my father, this is unbelievable, as a fit parent and for the next 15 years of my life I had lived in a hell. The first years weren't all that bad. My dad, still touring, had seen it that I was treated pretty good. I had gotten my own hotel room when we went on tour...sadly right next to my father's where I could always hear 'unpleasant things.' I was allowed to rock out backstage (mind you I was still a young kid growing up, you know around 5 to 9) and watch all my girls with long legs, short mini skirts, and the will to be a groupie make their way backstage. Some of them were nice though, they opted to babysit me and taught me things that girls my age were learning from their mothers. I learned how to braid hair, forget my imaginary friend, play dress-up, and have tea parties. Which speaking of tea parties, my dad would join, dressed up, with alcohol in his tea cup. Quite the fun. As I got older, I developed the luscious body my mother had. The long legs and her eyes. In the pictures of her I had seen, I resembled her a lot. And she was drop-dead gorgeous. My father being the 'sex icon' let me have some of his looks to, and attitude. So I couldn't disagree when anyone told me I was beautiful. Because I was always hit on. Especially by my fathers, just as messed up, band mates. Kevin Minister, Casper Gates, Donnie Hue, and Jake Corker. The worst, the man who I hate so much, would be Jake Corker. Jake, or as everyone would call him, 'Babe-Jake,' started to make me feel very uncomfortable at the age of 13. At 14 I saw my life thread around a finger. He had took control over me, forced himself on to me, and did horrible things for the next 3 years.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 28, 2005 23:53:48 GMT -5
Chapter 2
At the age of 15 1/2 my father and the band had decided to call a quits from the tour life and live a bit in a house. Where, he found this beautiful old house in a northern New Jersey town. He had picked it specifically, to let the neighbors know that, Mavis Soprano was back in the streets. All hell would break loose and rebels unite! He had just reversed himself back to his teen years, living through me. And, on my first day at Dauntless High, the very high school he attended, I happened to stumble across a very hyper tenth grader, bearing the name Frank Iero. Instantly we had become friends and in no time best friends. And the later and later I showed up at home, the more and more I got it from Jake. Jake was at his worst. Controlling me with every movement at my own home, since he lived there also. His room was right next to mine, and without my father's consent he had built a door in between both of our rooms, for easy access of course. Every night it was the same. He would creep into my room through that door and throw me on my bed, or drag me to his room. He'd then take control. He'd pin my wrists to the bed as he kissed me and once he had enough power he'd have gotten both of my wrists into one of his hands. With the free hand he'd start to undress me, and then after I was undressed, would command me to undress him. Why would I do it? He would either beat the shit out of me or drug me. So I did what I was told every night, and every morning after I would cry. Once Frank had discovered this, his little mind would be working out plans. His first one worked. He introduced himself to my father and my father had taken a deep liking to Frank, as Frank was different. And a month after, my father had let me sleep over Frank's house, and for one night out of 3 years I didn't lay awake in the early hours bruised or in tears. But the night after was the worst, because I had angered Jake, and no one ever angered Jake. For the next week I didn't go to school and I was a prisoner in Jake's bedroom. And it was the opportune week for me to be prisoner. Since my father, that very day decided to go to his summer house for a few days with some chicks. Once I returned to school, my sleeves were to my wrists, my make-up was on thick, and I kept my head down. Frank had spotted me, taking books out of my locker and quickly ran up to me. He tried to hug me but I stopped him. I looked around the hallway to make sure no one was there, and once that was certain I showed him the bruise on my stomach. "Are there anymore?" He asked. I nodded.
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Post by xxbetrayedxx on Dec 29, 2005 0:47:21 GMT -5
i like it so far...more plz
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 29, 2005 1:08:49 GMT -5
Chapter Three
As the year progressed, every attempt was considered failed on getting a life for me. Until June had came, and it was two weeks until graduation. Frank had suggested the idea of me leaving forever. And, I bought it. I managed to sneak out of the house early one morning to go over plans with him. We even drew up a contract that we'd said we'd both keep forever. The contract had said for as long as each other lived if either of us needed anything we'd do it without hesitation. I signed it without doubts and he did the same. I was counting down the days to graduation from Dauntless High, and as close as two weeks had come, the days started to become lengthy. And I would sit in class just staring at the clock as students and teachers talked their fondest memories of each other. I couldn't say anything about Dauntless High, it was a nice school, people were nice there, and I had made some very nice friends, who I knew I could not keep contact with. People in my grade had grown up, Frank told me, because in his grade he was the object of rejection. Graduation and prom were less then a week away when my dad sent me and one of his gal pals to go looking for a dress. This gal pal of his was actually really nice, and I could tell she didn't like her life at all. We spent the whole weekend driving around in a limo going to different designer dresses aroudn the surronding areas. And finally, a freelance designer named Alon Hubert had drawn out the only dress I would be me in. It was a beautiful dark purple with lace trimmings and a corsetted abdomin. And once my eyes had set on that drawing they were locked. That was only on the first day of our little drive of 'fashion.' But I had told the chick, Amber, to keep me as long as possible away from home. She didn't need to ask why because she almost lived at my house long enough to know what went on. The only one oblivious to the happenings was my dad, who was still hooked on drugs, alcohol, and sex.
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Post by xxbetrayedxx on Dec 29, 2005 1:11:40 GMT -5
do u need any g/f's for the fic?
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 29, 2005 12:34:08 GMT -5
not currently but ill see if i do need later
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 29, 2005 21:38:12 GMT -5
Chapter 4
For the next day we traveled to boutique after the other to find the perfect accessories and make-up for supposedly the best night of our lives. I think I could have had a great night with the way things were going. Amber was really nice, couldn't be any much nicer to me. She told me she understood how hard it was to grow up without a female for most her life, because her mother had died when she was young. She had also told me she knew my mother, which really interested me. She said I looked so much like her and told me all these stories of how great my mother was. I started to cry at one point knowing I had such a great mom. When we returned from our little shopping adventure with dress in tow with accessories, make-up, and shoes, I was wiped out. But I knew I still had to carry out the plans me and Frankie had made. So, I walked to the kitchen where my father was drinking something in a martini glass. "Hey dad?" I asked. "HM, princess?" He replied. He always use to call me his little rock princess, but just shortened it to princess. "C-Can I have graduation money, because I didn't have a sweet 16 or anything like that..." My voice trailed off. He gave a broad smile, and took his wallet out from his pants pocket. He threw it on the table right by where I was standing. "Take all the money, kid. Your the only thing I have left." He said. I was about to burst into tears, how could I leave him? I walked over to him and gave him a big hug and kiss on the forehead. "I'll always love you dad." I said to him. After, I had gotten the huge wad of cash out and sneaked upstairs to count it. When I finished counting, I started to believe that he knew something was about to happen to me. Because, this amount, would surely not have been given to me on a normal day. Over eight thousand dollars he had given me. I immediately stashed the money in a bank I had hidden behind a painting and dialed Frankie and told him. He had also the same idea and told me not to worry. Our phone call was cut short as Jake barged through the door. The next morning I headed to school feeling above and beyond anything, one more week and I was gong to be a bird, free. Away from the shit-box I was being forced into. As I went to class throughout the week, my friends and I were drawing out prom plans. Gabbing away at things like hair and nails. I felt normal for once, because this was the only public school I had ever went to. I had always been tutored. Tutored in everything, how to play an instrument, how to act, sing, dance, do science, math, read, write, and basically I was taught how to live. Finally, the night I was waiting for had came. I would only have to survive one more night, and one more day...because tomorrow is graduation and tonight is prom. Get your dancing shoes on tonight.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 30, 2005 16:41:47 GMT -5
Chapter 5
As I set off out in the limo, I waved good-bye all the problems at home and focused myself on My friends who were all seated there with their boyfriends. My friends had tried to set me up with a boyfriend, but tonight, I didn't want any guys to interfere. I just wanted to dance away the past. They didn't know that though. As we arrived to the club in NYC, where it was taking place, I truly felt like a little princess. There were ice sculptures, and fountains, and chandeliers everywhere. It was a beautiful place to have prom. The Prom Committee had chosen a band, which played all genres of music. They were really good, and I thought about giving them my dads number. My dad did some recruiting bands for labels. The night was perfect. Prom King and Queen were chosen, two really nice people. A girl named Cyndie, who was a cheerleader, but did a lot of donating and stuff. And how typical a really nice football star named Rodney. But, it was all cool because he proposed to her on stage. How sweet. My friends and I stayed 'till the very end. Until the Prom Committee had a surprise. It was an awards ceremony, picked by the senior class, I remember voting in the beginning on the prom. "First up.." said Prom Queen Cyndie. "Is the category for best dressed male at the Prom." Continued Rodney. A chaperon handed Cyndie an envelop. "And the winner goes to... Patrick Murphy!" Shouted the King and Queen. He came up surprised and saids a little speech as he was handed a trophy. He was wearing this pink suit with a top hat and a cane, which he was dancing around all night. He also won class clown...go figure. "Next up is best dressed female!" Rodney shouted. I could see all the girls cross their fingers. Another envelope was given to Cyndie. She opened it in anticipation and they both shouted out, "Christine Mavis!" I was shocked, and I could hear a few shattered gasps as the clubroom erupted in cheers. My friend Miranda pushed me to get me walking. I walked to the stage and up the stairs. Cyndie came over and gave me a great big hug and told me I looked fantastic. I walked up to the microphone and was handed a trophy by Rodney. "He-he, wow. Um, my year spent here has been the most fun I've ever had...it really was an experience here since I had never been to a public school before. I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me during the past year. And, um, I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their life and we all become...sucessful? Ha-ha well thanks everyone again." I sounded like a total douche, but that was OK, I was nervous as hell. Even more nervous then when my dad would pull me on stage in front of thousands. I received another hug from Cyndie and was given a stash and a bouquet of pretty flowers and was escorted off the stage. I basically ran aback to my friends who screamed and hugged me all over.
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Post by xxbetrayedxx on Dec 30, 2005 17:11:24 GMT -5
more plz
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Dec 31, 2005 0:35:29 GMT -5
Chapter 6: Lights
As I returned home from one of the happiest nights of my life, I was greeted by my father, who all smiles, looked very different. He looked...sober. And in all my life I could never not remember a day when he was not drunk or high. I gave him a big hug and told him how good he looked. "Come here princess, I have something to show you." He said whirling me around. He led me into our living room and on he coffee table, littered all over it were photo albums. He sat me down and picked up the first one. "This is a photo album...of when your mother and I were dating..." He trailed off, his eyes glistening. As we flipped through the pages, he told a story behind each picture. "Ah!" He said pointing to one. He paused and took a moment to reminisce. "This, this picture was taken the day your mother had told me she was pregnant." "But, w-wait... wasn't she far away from you? That's the story I've been told all these years!" I shot up. "That's what everyone wanted you to think, the real side is...your mother had not fallen ill and died after you were born. I was with her throughout her whole pregnancy. You were born and we lived so happily for a year. Then something happened." He said. "What happened?" I asked, knowing that's what he wanted me to ask. "No one actually knows, she just disappeared one day. And on that day, is when I turned to all that shit. And you know what, today I decided that it was time for me to sober up and stop grieving over the loss of her. Everyday cuts into me like it was that day, I never really was the same. And today is the anniversary of that day. I just want you to go on in life knowing that. And maybe one day, your mother will return to me. And we'll live happily like we did, 15 years ago." He said, tears racing down his face. I had tears down mine, knowing the whole life I knew of my mother was a lie. "Who told you...?" I cried. "Amber told me it was time for you to know the truth." He mumbled.
The next morning I was awoken by the phone. I was still curled in my dads arms on the living room sofa with photo albums still around us. I carefully slid out of his arms and picked up the phone. "Yo, I thought I'd never reach you!" Frank said. "Well, me and my dad were looking at photo albums the whole night after prom." I answered yawning. "Well, I had thought you were too partied out and drunk!" He laughed. "Yeah, like I'd ever get drunk." I said stating a moral of mine. "So how was it?" He asked. "Prom was amazing, I won best dressed. Oh I got to tell you something but not on the phone. Can you come over?" I said. "Of course I can, see you in a few." He said. "Alright, tootles." And we both hung up.
Frank arrived and I told him what my dad had told me last night. He was amazed and appalled and just there for me. We went to the safest room in my house, the spare room to convey the plans over.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Jan 1, 2006 18:16:56 GMT -5
Chapter 7; A Midnight Train to the End
It was 7 o'clock by now and it was getting dark, Frank had already left and I had finished secretly packing my suitcases. There was a knock on the the main door to my room. I opened it, knowing it was going to be my father, because he always knocked to one of the beats of their songs. "Hey, have you seen Jake lately? He's been missing since yesterday." he said a bit worried about his best friend. "Nope, haven't seen him." I said, my insides jumping for joy, but the tone of voice I had used was sympathetic. "He might be in his room." I said to him. "Alright I'll check later. I'm trying to order pizza from this place called 'Pe-king Duck,' no idea why it's called that." He said looking at the business card. "They keep saying you want duck? Silly people...I'll try again." He said laughing. "Dad, that's the Chinese food place. Angelo's Kitchen is the pizza place." I said playfully. "Well, I'll see you later sweetie." He said, kissing my forehead and he trotted down the hallway. I closed my bedroom door and went straight to the letters in my drawer. There was one for my father, one for Jake, and one for Frank. They were each, pages long. At this point, I couldn't tell whose was the longest, but all of the letters expressed my strongest emotions to the 3 guys that have altered my life so much.
About forty five minutes later, my dad called me down for pizza, our last supper....ha-ha, that reminds me of Jesus. ^-^. I talked a lot to him as we both devoured two pies, we were big eaters, and my dad never really ate a decent meal from all his drinking. But he was doing well, he told me, it wasn't as hard for him to quit. He only drank two bottles of beer today as opposed to having a drink almost every half hour. And the drugs, he started to quit those a year ago, he's doing good with those too.
It had become nice and dark and my dad was retiring to bed. I, quickly pushed my mattress out of my second floor window, called Frank to meet me in my backyard, which my room faced. I placed my fathers' and Jakes' letters in a place both would see them. I then silently crept into my dads room and gave him a kiss on the forehead and looked at him for the last time. A photo album was open to his side to a picture of my mom, him, and me...it was such a beautiful picture that I took it. Luckily, there was a double. I then returned to my room to see Frank bouncing on the mattress I had thrown down there. I laughed silently, threw a paper ball down to him which caught his attention. I then took out the money, stuffed it in one my suitcases and started to throw my stuff down on the mattress that Frankie had stopped jumping on. Frankie then removed all my suitcases and, as I got another mattress from my bed, yes I had two mattresses, i threw that on down. Frankie made sure they were aligned and I jumped out of my second floor window safely. I gave him a big hug once I had gotten off the mattresses. I apparently had been crying this whole time, but a smile was on my face. We both quietly trudged down the street with all my luggage in tow, talking silently.
We had finally reached the train station where Frank would sit and wait with me for 2 hours until my train would arrive. We had both pulled out our contracts, and to make it official, we both cut our selves, and put a few drops of blood on each others contract. We were binded that way. After the two hours of waiting was complete my train was in the station, being cleaned or what not. We both stood up and we both handed each other letters, which was a surprise to both of us. When the conductor called us aboard, I promised Frank I'd call him as much as I could, and for Frank to do one last favor. To visit my dad once in awhile to make sure he was OK. He promised that and made me promise that I would come and visit if I was close by. We hugged each other for the last time and said our goodbyes and I jumped on the train.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Jan 1, 2006 19:58:19 GMT -5
Chapter 8: I have no where else to go
The train led me to a place I had always wanted to go, and somehow I felt safe in the craziest city of the world. "Welcome to Times Square!" I shouted in the middle of the bustling cars, standing in the fork of one of the most famous places on Earth. I had been to NYC many times before, and had fallen in love with the night there. I had taken a map I printed out from my computer back at home, that told me exactly where to go. There was this skate park, near Central Park. I had decided to get there as quick as possible. This skate park is famous for runaways and outcasts alike, and I was joining the legion of them all. I, as fast as I could move with all my luggage made it to the park. There were many kids there, most of them dealing drugs, but I couldn't blame this. I was sucked into their world immediately. When I arrived, a tall, skinny kid maybe a few years older then myself, welcomed me to the park. "Yeah, hi, welcome, and um yeah. I'm Blake." He said gesturing me to follow him. "Oh I'm..." I trailed off. No one could know I'm the daughter of a rock legend.
"What did you say your name was again?" Blake shouted, as we got closer to where music was being dished out. "Oh! I didn't say....my name is....Violet!" I said looking over to a girl who had the same color hair as my name. "Awesome, where you coming from!" He yelled again. "New Jersey!" I yelled back. "Ah, I came from there, a lot of us are from there or NYC itself." He stopped around a group of people. "Hey Blake!" A girl said jumping off a bench and giving him a big kiss. After they were done he hooked his arm around her. "Everyone, this is Violet. She's a NJ kid too." He said introducing me. They all greeted me and got me settled in. I made friends in no time, learning all the stories, who to stay away from in the park and much more.
I became best friends with a girl named Miranda, or Randa. But I liked to call her Mir for some reason. We were sitting alone around one day in the shade when I decided I was going to tell her my secret. "Hey Mir, my name isn't Violet." I said. "i kind of figured that." She laughed. "My real name is Christine. The daughter of Mavis Soprano." I said to her. Her expression became wide-eyed. "I thought you looked familiar! Holy shit, there's something I need to show you then!" She said pulling out her newspaper, she swiped from a businessman every morning. She handed it to me and I looked at the front cover. "Rock Legend's Painful Suicide." And, a picture of my father was on the front cover. I quickly turned a few pages to the story. "Mavis Soprano was in a pit of deep depression when he committed suicide last night....Heavily used drugs and alcohol, especially after his daughter Christine Soprano went missing last month." were somethings I skimmed through. My eyes flooded with tears and Miranda immediately pulled me into a hug, her blondish hair covering my face. After a few hours of silence, I stood up and told her I was going to make a phone call. I walked over to the pay phone that was barely used and inserted a few coins into it and dialed Frank's number. Luckily for me, he picked up.
"Frank...oh Frank....it's me....I'm so sorry." I told him bursting into tears again. "Christine? Oh my gosh! Christine you know what happened?" He asked surprised, shocked, and sadness all in his voice. "...Yeah...oh Frank, I'm sorry I never called, I'm so sorry. I'm coming to his funeral. Tell me when, I'll be there." I told him. He gave me the information before the stupid pay phone disconnected our call.
I was going home.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Jan 1, 2006 21:12:22 GMT -5
Chapter 9: Farewell
Almost immediately, Miranda and I set out for NJ, catching a train that led to the town I had lived in. I had brought all my stuff, fearing I could never return to the skate park again after this. As I walked up to my old house, where police tape surrounded it and a few detectives were, I ran up as fast as I could with my luggage to a police officer. "Please tell me he's not dead! Please...please tell me!" I cried as I fell to my knees by the feet of the officer. Miranda quickly caught up to me. The police officer stared at me awkwardly and I would never forget how coldly he said the next thing to me. "Mavis Soprano is dead." I burst into more tears and stayed for a few minutes until a kind lady asked me if I needed something to drink. I recognized her as my former neighbor and went up to the same police officer that had acted so rude to me. My neighbor was right by my side. "Excuse me." I said, pissed off. "What?" He asked annoyed. "This young lady here is his daughter." My neighbor said. The police officer raised his eyebrows in shock. His lips quivered as to say 'I'm Sorry.' He quickly yelled over his shoulder and shouted to someone name Private John.
The man hurried over and looked at me. "It's his daughter." the rude police officer said.
I was quickly then taken to the police station with Miranda where I was questioned as to where I was. Then, they told me, that it might have not been a suicide at all. "Two hours ago, a note was found in Jake Corker's room. It had mentioned the gun that's bullet killed your father. We presumed it was a suicide due to what we believed a suicide note that we found on the scene. The note mentioned how your dad was feeling. We have scans of the note for you. Attached to Jake's note was what we believed a letter you had written to Jake sometime before you had ran away. The three pieces of evidence are vital to solving this case." Private John said. "Do you know of anymore evidence?" He asked. I nodded my head. "I gave a letter to my best friend Frank Iero. I asked him to visit my dad to keep him company and make sure he was OK. Also a letter I wrote to my dad." I said. "We'll get Mr. Iero on the phone to come down here. As for now do you have any idea where the letter you wrote your father could be.?" He asked. I looked down at my hands and remembered the photo album. "I think I know where it could be." I said.
I was then taken back to the house with Private John explaining that after this they wanted me for a physical examination, because after all they read the note to Jake and understood it. They let me through the police tape and opened the door to my house. Immediately, my vision became black and white, and it was if I was looking through a ghost. I could feel death and heartache in the air. Nothing was right, nothing was ever right. I walked up the staircase and headed down the long hallway to wear my father's room was. I was about to turn the doorknob when Private Ryan, who was following me told me I might not want to do that. "There's two places this could be, and this is the one it could most likely be." I said to him opening the door. I felt as if a thousand spirits had knocked me down as I looked at the state of the room. My father's blood was all over the wall behind the bed and on the bed sheets. I could picture the photo album right next to him like the night I had left, a night like this. I flinched badly but continued to walk into the room. I went over to the oak desk where I knew he hid all his important papers. "Have you checker here?" I asked Private John. "We haven't been able to open it, but we are getting something tomorrow morning for it." He said. I pulled my necklace out from under my shirt, to reveal a small key. They key only fit into two keyholes, this desk, and my safe which also needed a combination. I put the little key in and opened the drawer to reveal a mess of papers, but not that photo album. "I know where it is then." I said to Private John. We left the room as I walked back down the hallway to my room, I couldn't help but take glances back to his room. I felt as if he was going to pop out and say 'Princess!' to me. I opened the room to my room, a but dusty, but exactly the way I left it, except for the safe. I went over to the windows, and put my head out of them, since they were still open. The mattresses were still there. I closed the windows and went over to the painting that had been closed. My dad had put the safe in for me as soon as we had moved in, he knew the combo, but promised me he would respect my privacy and would never go in it. I drew open the painting, which I l had left wide open when I had left, and revealed the safe. I did the combination and then put in the key and it opened. The photo album was there, along with some pills and many other papers I had seen before. I grabbed the photo album and opened it to the page I had took the photo of us from. There was the letter I had written to him. Some of the ink was smudged, but still legible. I handed it to Private John and quickly took out the mess of papers. Most of them, as I skimmed through them, were lyrics. Lyrics about me...or my mother. Until one of the pages in the middle caught my eye, it was a letter.
Dear Mavis, This is my second letter to you. I beg you, please don't do anything stupid. I know you must hate me, Christine must hate me, but I Will not let this happen to you. I love you, and I love Christine, we will find her. It was so nice to see your handwriting again to me. Please Mavis, stay strong. Love, Ade
I dropped the paper and froze. This was from my mother. I looked through the pile to the end and founds her first letter.
Mavis, As soon as I heard Christine was missing, I had to write to you. It has been years Mavis, and I haven't seen our daughter since I left. I need you to know that we will both pull through. And please tell me what's going on. Write back Mavis, so I know you'll be alright.
Love, Adena
I looked at the envelope I had set aside next to it. "We need to contact Adena Walker." I said to Private John.
As soon as we got out of the house Frank had arrived. I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug ever. I wouldn't let go, he was going to erase everything once I asked him to. Although the contract binded us to do anything the other asked, this however could not work.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Jan 2, 2006 15:26:21 GMT -5
Chapter 10: Decisions, Decisions
If I were to spend time recollecting everything that happened from 9 years ago to now, I would miss the whole point the invitation was stating. It was one of those get tog-ethers, where they invited everyone from your senior class to get together and celebrate. It's odd usually it's 10 years they wait, but the invitation had stated it was the principles last year, since he was too old and wouldn't be getting out of the house much after this event.
I sighed, how the hell did they find me? Oh well, I wasn't going to go anyway, I didn't like going back to Jersey. Especially after I lost complete contact with Frank and the whole Jake murdered my dad thing. I had changed a lot in the last few years. Miranda and I decided to move to upstate New York, where I had thought nothing could be better then NYC. I was wrong. The city was amazing, but you never got to see the stars. And stars, you saw plenty of in the countryside. The landscape was beautiful, the people there were friendly, and there happens to be a lot of gigs in venues here. A few things that changed of me was that I use to have this beautiful natural red hair, and Miranda talked me into dying it. I couldn't thank her more for that. I had dyed my hair this deep purple color and it went beautifully with my eyes. Miranda and I had bought a small cozy little cabin house in the woods. We both had jobs to support it and we were doing great. The bills weren't high at all, since we were always out, and we occasionally met up with old friends in the city. Life was incredible so far.
But I'm lonely, even with the company of Miranda and my friends. I had started to go out late at night by myself with a sketchbook in hand and draw what I had seen. But nowadays I seem to be drawing other things.
It's quite funny though, how my hand never cramps up with how much I draw. I mean, I do work as designing merch for bands. And it's absolutely wonderful.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Jan 2, 2006 17:06:33 GMT -5
Chapter 11: A Rose is a rose, by any other Name
I responded to the letter saying I couldn't make it, no big deal, and then I grabbed my keys and headed off to work. I had been told earlier by my boss, Mr. McCain that a manager of a band would be stopping by. The manager had seen a few shirts I had designed for other bands and really wanted my talent for her band. I'm very excited over this, I loved this kid of appreciation, although I thought I wasn't very good.
As I reached the building, the manager was already there. Mr. McCain introduced me to her. Her names was James Benway, and she was a really awesome person once we started talking about the band she was managing. Her hair was short and black, with these spikes ion the back of her head, and it looked really nice against her blue eyes.
"So, I want you to listen to their CD. It's incredible, I can just see them getting to every bands dream." James said handing me over a CD. "I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love," was on the front of the CD case, with which looked liked someone hanging upside down. It reminded me of a magician. "This is a really cool cover." I remarked. "The lead singer did it, he's a fantastic artist like yourself, but really he hasn't been able to draw lately, or even operate lately. Well I'm running late for a meeting. I'll see you later, it was so great to meet you." She said looking at the orange clock on the wall. "Oh it was awesome to meet you too!" I told her excitedly.
Mr. McCain shooed me out a few minutes later and I headed home to listen to the CD. As soon as I got in, I kicked off my shoes, changed into sweatpants and put the CD in our stereo. The first song, was a little popular jingle from numerous places. I sat next to the stereo and decided to flip through the CD booklet. As I skimmed the booklet, looking at the pictures. which were black and white, the booklet fell out of my hands on the the fourth page. I couldn't believe the name I had seen written on the bottom. Frank Iero- Guitar. Fate had brought James to give me this CD. The first song started to play. And I had completely fallen into the trance, of what this band means to me.
The voice, it was pulling me in, killing the past and inviting me to a state where my mind was at ease. The voice was freeing me, and I found myself tranced at the voice. The voice of an angel...
I listened to the whole CD, but zeroed in on the songs I liked the best and started to draw to those songs. Nothing came out right though, so I decided to go to my countryside spot with the music. As I got down to my spot, pulled out the good 'Ole sketchbook and put my headphones on, my imagination wouldn't stop.
I kept drawing and drawing and I was stuck in ectasy...
Frank's Point of View
James, our manager had just got back from her meeting with what she called exciting news. She started to chat away how she visited this merchandise company in upstate New York, and met a girl who was going to work on some merchandise for the band. That was cool and all, but I really wasn't in the mood to be celebrating. "What's the girls name?" Gerard asked, also bored, but trying to keep James from thinking we wanted to do something else. "--Oh, her name is Christine, Christine Mavis. You know the daughter of the vocalist from the Demonators who was murdered years ago. Such a sweet ---." But I had cut her off. "NO FUCKING WAY!" I jumped up and grabbed James and started to make her jump up and down with me. "I...guess...you...know...her?" James asked between jumps. "YES!" I yelled. "I have her number if you like!" She said after our little jump-fest. But I didn't take the number, I wanted to see her and tell her how much I missed her.
Gerard's Point of View So, the daughter or a murdered rock star was going to be designing shirts for us. That was pretty cool. The way Frank jabbed away about his old best friend...he painted a really beautiful picture of her. Then he pulled out and old picture of her from when they went to school together, she was really beautiful. I was just hoping she wouldn't let her fathers fame get to her head and act like she was better then everyone else. After all, she could be so much then what her name was.
What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.
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