Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

Gerard greeted his three companions at the enterence of the hospital with the dying Darla in his arms. They were shocked at what they saw. The door always slammed behind them, making sure they won't escape.

"What happened to her?!" Piper ordered.

"He got her, but she's still alive but barely..." it had taken Gerard about 10 minutes to explain to them about what happened back in the hallway, and other 10 minutes to re-explain it to Frank.

"He told me that Mrs.Markett wouldn't be here to help and I asked him why and he said that she knew why." Gerard said.

"W-why wouldn't I-I want to save my daughter?" Mre. Markett asked.

"I don't know, why dont' you tell me." Gerard said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she said.

"Oh cat fight!" Frank random;y chimed in.

"I think you know what I'm talking about, Mrs. Markett," Gerard started. "After Aaron said that, I pondered it for a second but I tried to shrug it off. But it kept creeping up in my mind. I think you were the girl who escaped 15 years ago. And I think you promised him your first born's soul or ghost or whatever. You sacrificed an innocent, beautiful girl just to save your self. Am I right, Mrs. Markett? Am I?"

She looked like a deer caught in head lights.

"Well I came didn't I? I know what I did was bad, horrible, but I never thought I was going to be a mother." she explained.

"And why would you think that?" Gerard started to yell.

"Guys..." Piper said softly while Frank was watching the arguement.

"Because I was raped a year before and they said I would never have any kids!" she snapped back.

"Well you still shouldn't have promised something like that! You should've moved far away!!!"

"Guys..." Piper said again.

"How could I?! If she died at this age, her soul would automatically end upi here! With him!!"

"GUYS!!!" Piper snapped.

"What?!" Gerard and Mrs. Markett hollered in unison.

"Jeez," Piper said. "Look at Darla. I think she's trying to say something."

"No, I think she's screaming." Frank said.

A small raspy noise came from her mouth, with blood dripping out and inaudible words with it.

 

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"Get off me!!!" Darla yelled.

"Nurse! Get the restraints!" A male doctor yelled.

A male nurse grabbed her wrists as another grabbed her ankles and restrained her to the bed.

"He's gonna kill you!!! He's gonna kill all of you!!!" Darla screamed, pointing at the male nurse who had ahold of her ankles.

"She's paranoid!" The nurse yelled.

"No I'm not Aaron! You're made at me, or my great grandma, for ending the affair you and her had! You're mad at your dad for killing your mom and sister and you're mad at the world in general!! You show no mercy!! You're a killer! A cold hearted killer!" she yelled at him.

He let go of her ankles and reached behind him.

"You're right," he said, whipping out a riffle from behind him and shooting the doctor next to him in the head. "I show no mercy."

Blood splattered all over the wall from all of his victims in the room and now he had the gun pointed at Darla.

"You're turn." he said.

Darla kicked the gun out of his hands and tried to get free from the one restraint that was on her. Aaron grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down on the bed. She grabbed his hand and bit down onit. He pulled back in pain as she got out of the bed and ran for the door. Aaron grabbed her by the ankles and brought her down to the floor. He got on top of her and grabbed for the gun. He held it to her head.

"You look so sexy when you're scared," He said stroking her face. "Too bad I can't fuck you one last time, Darla."

"You know my name?"

He bent down to her ear and whispered in it. "I never forgot your mothers promise. I'll make this painless, don't worry my love."

He became face to face  and nose to nose with her. He kissed her on the lips again, but with no pain this time, and positioned the gun back to her head again.

"Goodbye, love."

 

to be continued...

 

Darla stepped outside into the hallway, gazing at it inch to inch.

"Gerard!" she yelled. "It has so much life in it now! I think the ghosts want to help us!"

"What?" he said, stepping out into the hallway seeing nothing, not even her. "Darla?"

Darla looked around and she couldn't see Gerard either. There was patients and doctors and visitors, but no Gerard.

"Gerard?!" she yelled.

"Mrs. Markett," a woman said. "Come on, dear. Let's get you back to your room Your husband and son are waitin for you."

The woman was old, fairly wrinkled with white hair and brown sun spots to show that she had skin cancer. She had an scottish sounding voice and was small and thin.

"But I'm not married. I don't have any kids. I'm only a teenager!" Darla yelled.

"Nonsense. You're 36, you've been married for 16 years and you have two kids." the woman said.

"But you said my husband and son. "

"And your daughter is at home with your sister, now come on! Get!"

 

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"Darla?" Gerard hollered. "Darla where'd you go?!"

No answer.

"Okay, I'm calling Frank." he decided.

He set Darla's body gently on the ground and sat next to her bleeding self. He reached in to his backpack and took out the cell phone her mom and gave him to use. He dialed Franks number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" a man's voice came from the other end.

"Frank? It's me Gerard."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, but Darla's not. You've got to come in here. I need help. I'll explain everything to you when you come in."

"Okay, where are you at?"

"I'll meet you at the enterence. And uh, I guess bring Piper."

"And Darla's mom."

"Only if she's up to it."

"Okay, I'll meet you there, dude."

"Okay, bye."

Gerard quickly hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek.

"Everything will be okay, Darla. Just hold on." he whispered into her ear.

Gerard, yet again, took her into his arms and headed towards the eneterence.

"Her mother isn't coming." a voice said.

Gerard turned around and saw Aaron right behind him.

"Oh yeah? How do you know?" Gerard asked.

"Why don't you ask her." Aaron said laughing and doing his fading away thing that he does quite well.

Gerard shrugged it off and waited for help at the enterence.

 

to be comtinued...

 

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i'm sorry if this annoys some of you...but this is a way for me to get my anger out with out hurting myself so here i go....

What the fuck!!! Is my mom stupid?! Why the fuck did she drop the charges against my fuckin so called father?! i know he's gonna violate the fuckin PFA again!! and maybe this time he will possibly hurt us!!! I wanted him to go to jail!!! he fuckin deserved it!! he has my little nine year sister around fuckin druggies and guys who raped little girls (yes my dad has friends who have raped girls...) She's coming home with fuckin bruises and her lips and stuff and he's fuckin yellin at her for no god damn reason!!! she's fuckin 9 years old!!! she doesn't know anything!!!! my goodness!!!

And now my sister ex boyfriend...he's a fuckin piece of work....He has his "new" girlfriend fuckin calling our house and shit and made my fuckin sister fuckin cry and get mascara all over my moms shirt! And then he's goes around callin her a fuckin whore?! what the fuck!! all he wants is ass!!! I pity his new girlfriend because he's gonna do the same thing to her!!! Thank god i didn't beat his ass because then i wouls stoop down to his level...which is a bad fuckin level to be on!!! I hate hiim!!! At leat my sisters new boyfriend is nicer and stuff...and he has a buzznet(sisters new bf)...I hate her fuckin ex!!! At least i'm nice enough to not mention his fuckin name!!!

okay....i'm done....for now at least...

Gerard came running into the room over to Darla who was still unconcious. Blood laid under her, staing not only her dress, but the floor and his hands.

"Darla? Darla?" he whispered. "Wake up."

She was still breathing, but the sound of her breath was almost inaudible. Gerard held her hand, she squeezed it, but was still unconcious.

"I'm gonna get you out of her, okay?" Gerard whispered in her ear.

"Gerard," he heard her whisper but her mouth didn't move.

"Darla?"

"Gerard, I'm right behind you." she whispered again.

Gerard turned around and saw a ghostly looking figure of Darla staring back at him.

"What the hell?! Are you dead?" he flipped.

"No, I'm still alive, but I'm dying," she pointed out. "I'm still breathing and damn I'm bloody."

"Yeah, you are. You're bleeding to death. We gotta get you outta here." he said.

"I know but Aaron sealed the place up. He wants me to die. He wants me to be with him forever."

"I won't let that happen," Gerard said still holding her dying bloody hand. "I like you, a lot."

"I like you too." Her ghost blushed.

Gerard took the bloody Darla's body into his arms. Blood was dripping all over the floor.

"Maybe you can help me save you," he said. "Maybe you have powers like Aarons and maybe you can open the doors."

"I don't know, I mean, he's dead and I'm still breathing. I'm attached to my body still."

"Yeah, well, what if you persuade him to let us go. Maybe he'll make an exception."

"I don't think he will. I just wanna know how that other girl escaped fifteen years ago."

"Maybe she had help." Gerard suggested.

"Do you think the other spirits in here will help us out? You know, the good spirits." Darla asked.

"Maybe, I don't know. I haven't met any yet."

"Neither have I. Let's go find them." Darla said.

"What about...um...you?"

"Um, take me with us I guess. I'm gonna need my body when we escape."

"Okay....Let's go."

Darla started hearing little girls' laughter from the hallway.

"Do you hear that?" she asked.

"No. What do you hear?"

"Laughter."

"What?"

Darla stepped out of the room and into the hallway.

"Oh my..."

 

to be continued...

Aaron squeezed her even tighter, letting blood drip from her back and arms. The blood ran down the back of her white dress, down her arms and legs, making a small puddle under her feet. Darla screamed out in pain, but her wouldn't let her go. How could a ghost be so strong? Why is he doing this?

"It'll all be over soon." he kept whispering in her ear.

"No...please...stop." she whispered in pain.

She screamed again, and Gerard could hear her cries from the enterence. He ran down the hallway he was at, screaming her name in search for her.

"Darla! Darla, where are you?!" Gerard yelled in every hallway he entered and exited.

"He won't be able to save you, Darla," Aaron whispered in her ear. "No one will."

Darla sqwirmed, trying to fight back, but instead the wounds had become deeper and more painful. Darla brought herself to raise her hands in front of her and try to at least push him away, push him hard away from her.

"Let me go!" she screamed, starting to push him away. "Let me go you son of a bitch!"

"Darla!" Gerard yelled in the hallway that she was in.

"Gerard! Help me!" she yelled back to him.

"Darla! I'm right here! Hold on!" Gerard yelled from behind her.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind her. It started to drag her away from Gerard. the pain was unreal, blood carpeted the hallway that she was being dragged.

"No!" she yelled.

The wind blew her into a room, and the door locked itself.

Darla could hear Gerard banging on the door, screaming for her to open it and let him in.

All she could see now was the ceiling and everything in the room spinning.

She finally lost concoisness and the door opened.

 

to be continued....

Darla stepped and stumbled over the debris to make her way to the end of the hallway. She looked around, looking for the light. Where was it coming from? Where did it go?

The bright light flashed before her eyes.

"What the hell?!" Darla screamed.

A landscape formed in the hallway, it looked like a highway. The wind blew through her hair and cars sped by her.

"What the hell? How did I get out here?" she asked herself.

Darla noticed a familiar car come towards her. The car was picking up speed and was headed right towards her. Darla had no time to get out of the way. It was headed straight towards her and she didn't move!

The car went right through her, as if she were a ghost, and it slammed into a tree and flipped over. This sight was oddly familiar to her. She walked over to the crash sight and peered through the driver side window and peered over to the sprawled bodies in the car.

"Daddy?" she whispered in pain.

On the passenger's side, Darla saw a little movement. It was her, when she was little. She saw herself banged up and bleeding. She saw the pain that she felt that day. The liitle Darla peered back at her and started to cry.

"It's all your fault!" Little Darla cried. "You made daddy mad! You did it! You killed daddy and Shawna!"

"No! No! I didn't! It wasn't my fault, it wasn't!" she sobbed. "It is my fault....I made daddy angry...it was me."

Darla fell against the cold concrete and sobbed in small sobs.

"Then you deserve to die, like Aaron wants you to, Darla." Little Darla said, hanging over her shoulder.

"Aaron? This isn't real..." she choked. "THIS ISN'T REAL!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

She screamed and ran away from the scene. She was back in the hospital now, right back were she started. In that creepy hallway.

"How can you do this to me?" she squeaked. "HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME RE-LIVE THIS NIGHTMARE?!"

"Because I'm capable of anything Darla," Aaron said stepping out of the shadows. "I will make you come to me. I will have you."

He lifted her into his arms. His hands stung like a thousand bee's poking into every inch of her body.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

He hugged her into his painful arms.

"Make me." he whispered.

 

to be continued....

 

Darla sat on the cold, hard, debris filled floor. She had her knees against her chest and her head between her knees, crying.

"Calm down, Darla. Calm down." she whispered to herself.

Darla took a few long, deep breath and tried to clear her mind. She noticed that she had blood all over her shirt and her pants. She pulled a piece of clothing out of her bag. It was only a short, white dress but it'll have to do.

She got up and took her pants off and put it in her bag. She took her shirt off too. Darla slipped on her dress and pulled o black hoodie over it. Darla felt as if someone was watching her, maybe someone was. She didn't care. All she wanted was to escape this hell.

Darla got rid of the unnessercery items in her bag (excpet food and water) and moved warily through the hospital to find her way out. Her feet danced along the rubble and debris, door to door in search for an exit.

Strong winds sung in the stale air of the hospital. How were they being made? She steadied herself into a seemingly dark hallway. A light was flickering down at the other end.

"What is that?" Darla asked herself.

She started toward the light.

 

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Gerard waited outside the 7/11 for Piper and pobbibly Frank. A black hummer approached Gerard. He didn't recognize who it was until the tinted window rolled down. Inside was Piper, Frank, and Darla's mom.

"Get in." Piper said to him, fighting back tears.

Gerard did as he was told and got in the back of the Hummer. All three of their faces looked wooried and scared for Darla. Gerard's face was full of fear. He feared of what could happen to poor Darla. He feared of her death.

The arrived back to the hospital shortly after they picked Gerard up from the 7/11. Not a word was spoken during the whole car ride. All they could think about is what lied ahead.

They exited the car and stood in front of the hospital, staring for a few short moments.

"I'm going in with you, Gerard." Piper finally said.

"Me too." Frank and Mrs. Markett both said at once.

"No, I have to do this by myself. I can't risk putting you all in danger too." Gerard replied in a soft voice.

"But I'm her mother."

"And I'm her best friend."

"And I'm....um....Frank."

"No. I have to do this. I have to save Darla. You guys just wait out here for when we come back." Gerard broke out.

"Then, take my cell phone," Mrs. Markett said, handing him her cell. "Call us if you need any help. We'll come in and save you and my baby."

Gerard nodded and headed in the front doors yet again. They slammed behind him and he only thought of was to save Darla and bring her back to her nervous mother.

 

to be continued....

Gerard ran his way into the closest town. He was out of breath by the time he reached the local 7/11. He walked his way upi to the cashier and tried to catch his breath.

"Can...I....use....your phone?" he panted.

"Over there." The cashier pointed to the side of the wall.

"Thanks." Gerard gasped.

He picked up the phone and dialed Piper's cell number. He waited until the phone picked up.

"Hello?" the voice said on the other end. There was laughing in the background.

"Piper? It's me...Gerard." he said, still gasping.

"Gerard? What phone are you on and where's Darla?" she came quick with the questions.

"I'm on the local 7/11's phone...and Darla's in danger. The gjost of Aaron Wardley got her. We got to save her." he said abruptly.

"Gerard, stop messing around. You guys lost the dare." Piper sighed.

"No! I'm not messing with you! Darla....Darla said to tell you um...The living....the...the living...the living can't make dead promises! That's what she said!" Gerard blurted.

"What?" Piper said with stuttering breaths.

"She's in danger! We've got to save her!"

"I'm on my way." Piper said hanging up.

Gerard sat outside the store and sobbed on the bench. Why did he leave her?

 

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"I don't want to die! I won't let you hurt me!" Darla cried.

"I'll make it as painless as possible." Aaron siad.

"No! I want to live! I want to be with my mom, and Piper, and Gerard and the rest of my friends! I don't want to die like this!" she sobbed uncontrolably.

Aaron approached her, stroking her face once again and looked into her eyes. He kissed her on the lips without her consent.

Darla pulled back in pain. His sharp kiss make her mouth bleed horribly. Darla was spitting out blood with every painful breath. She pushed away from him, running out the door.

"You can't run from me forever!" he shouted. "I will have you!"

"Leave me alone!" she shouted as she turned the corner.

With every step she took, she could feel his presense behind her. Darla stubled on the rubble a couple times as she ran.

She reached the enterence. It was shut.

Is Gerard still in here? she thought to herself.

Darla saw the blood on the door from where Gerard punched his fists against it.

"Oh no!" she cried. She thought the worst had happened to him. "I'm all alone."

 

to be continued...

"Fuck! Fuck!" Gerard yelled each time he tried to bust through one of the exits. He kicked and slammed every door to try to get it open.

Gerard ran all the way back to the entrance of the hospital. He stared at the door, angry, very angry. Tears started to pour out of his sweet eyes. He needed to get help. He needed to save Darla.

"You fucking fuck!" Gerard started to yell in high pitches. "Why do you have to do ths to us?! What the fuck did we ever do to you? I NEED to save her!"

Gerard broke down into short sobs, falling against the rubble ridden floor. He reached into his pocket, he found the drawing that Darla drew. A red bleeding rose with her signature at the bottom.

"I have to save her," he whimpered with tears crashing onto the drawing. "I have to..."

Gerard did the only thing he could possibly think of doing. He shoved the drawing back into his pocket and picked up an old chair. Gerard ran with it and rammed the chair into the door. It shattered into pieces.

"Dammit."

He started kicking it with his foot and punching his fists up against it until they bled heavily. Blood was running down the wall and his hands.

"Open you fuckin door!" he hollered.

The door slowly crept open in front of his eyes. Why did it all of a sudden open?

Gerard took advantage of this, and ran out to get help.

 

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"What do you want with me?" Darla asked the ghost with tears in her eyes.

"The woman that I shot in the hospital bed, was your great grandmother," the ghost answered in a shrill voice. "Her and I had an affair. She wanted to end it but I told her no. I loved her. And, amazingly, you look just like her. And act like her and are just as beautiful as her."

"You want me to join you in the afterlife? To be your girlfriend?" she squeaked.

"Yeah, pretty much." he replied.

"But you're murderer! How can I love you?!" Darla screamed.

"How can you not?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can give you anything you possibly desire in the afterlife. I can reunite you and your father and sister."

"You're lying. You can't do that." she whispered.

"But I can," Aaron (the ghost) said approaching her. "I can do anything."

He stroked her face. Darla jumped back in pain as a thin line of blood formed on her face.

"How are you making me bleed?" she asked, covering her cheek.

"I don't know, I guess cuz I'm evil." he answered.

"But Daniel..." she started.

"Was me..."

Aaron shaped himself into the body of the little ten year old boy.

"Don't you see?" he said in the boy voice. "I'm capable of anything."

He morphed back into his shape just in time to see the shock on Darla's face turn to fear.

"I don't want to die." she whispered.

"You don't have a choice."

 

to be continued....

Darla and Gerard slowly started to make their way to the door. The ghost's eyes were following them, watching every step, every move. They already knew something was going to happen, but how to prevent it from happening is worse than expecting it to happen.

Aaron, the ghost, started to slowly follow them across the room.

"Darla, get behind me." Gerard whispered.

"I don't want to put you in any danger," she whispered back, then glancing at the other slowly fading dead ghost bodies. "And I don't want us to end up like them."

"Just do it, okay?"

"Fine..."

Darla slowly got behind Gerard as they were backing towards the door. Aaron's eyes were never on Gerard, they were on Darla, watching her like a hawk. Darla was the one who realized what Aaron wanted.

"Gerard," she sqeauled. "I think he wants....me."

"What? Don't be ridictulous, Darla. I think he wants to kill us!"

"Gerard, how about you get behind me?" she suggested.

"No! Jeez, what are you crazy?"

"No, you'll be if you get behind me."

The both heard a clicking sound. They both turned around to see the ghosts' gun pointed at Gerard.

"I told you," she boasted. "Now get behind me and get out of the room, and if you can, get out of the hospital."

"But what about you? I don't wanna leave you." Gerard said.

"Call Phoebe, tell her I'm in trouble. And if she doesn't believe you, tell her I said 'The living can't make dead promises.'" Darla commanded.

"What?"

"I know that sounds crazy but we made it up when we were little, it's a code just in case one of us is in trouble."

Without saying another word, Gerard headed out the door, in search for an escape. He needed to save Darla's life. But how can he get out?

Darla turned to face the ghost, who now had an evil grin on his face.

"I don't know what the hell you want with me, but do your worst. I can take it."

 

to be continued....

They headed down a long hallway to find the room that Daniel was talking about. Darla's hand was still bleeding from Daniel holding her hand. How can a ghost holding her hand make it bleed? She doesn't quite understand that. Gerard's hand was still attached to Darla's. It's only been a couple hours and they already started to get along. There are still things she doesn't understand about him...and there's a few things he still doesn't understand about her. Why are they so attached to each other all of a sudden? Does the rush of death make them combatible or do they just like each other?

"Are you sure you know where you're goin?" Darla asked.

"Yes, I think." Gerard replied.

"You know you're still holding my hand?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." she blushed, holding his hand more tightly.

"Here we are," he whispered. "Room 408."

"I don't wanna go in Gerard," Darla quivered. "Something bad could be in there."

"Don't worry, Darla. It'll be okay."

Darla now attached herself to his arm as they walked in, slowly.

They saw three people in the room. Three ghosts. One was a familiar ghost. Daniel. And the other, it was the man who shot the woman in the nursery. Was the woman in the nursery the first one to be shot?

And there was a woman, she looked very much like Darla. Very much alike.

"Daniel?" Gerard said.

It was like they weren't there, like they were meant to watch what happens next.

The man was a male nurse, he slowly took out his gun and held it to the boy and shot mercilessly. And then the woman. A man energed from the hallway, yelling at the man who shot the boy and his mother.

Darla stood there, with her face drenched in tears.

The man that came in looked like Gerard. Daddy? He must of been the father.

The man with the gun, Aaron, looked at him with rage and revenge shot the father too. He averted his attention to Gerard and Darla.

"He see's us?" Darla askes.

"I think so..." Gerard answers.

 

to be continued...

 

 

Daniel took Darla's hand and started to lead them to "her" room. Halfway to the room, Darla dropped her bag, yet again.

"Hold on, Daniel," she said. "I dropped my bag."

Her iPod was on, and it paused near the end of a song. The song was "Radiant Eclipse" by Avenged Sevenfold. The song stopped at a specific time.

"4 minutes, 8 seconds," Darla whispered. "408."

"What?" Gerard said.

"408," she repeated. "He's taking us to room 408."

"408? The number that was written on the wall in blood. And where he killed his first victim. His mom was the first one killed by Aaron Wardley."

"Gerard, we better not go." she said staring blankly at Daniel.

"Darla," he said, scrunching his face. "Your hand..."

"Jeez, it's...bleeding." she said sounding astonished.

Gerard ripped off the sleeve to his shirt and wrapped it around her hand to stop the bleeding.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Daniel chimed in.

"Oh, Daniel. We...we're not going. You're mommy is feeling way better and we're just gonna go somewhere else." Gerard said.

"Gerard, that was a little rude..." Darla whispered. They glanced at one another, then looked back at Daniel as he was fading, like the man in the nursery.

"Where did he go?" Gerard asked.

"I don't know, but something tells me that somethign bad is goin to happen."

"Why?"

"Because something bad always happens that's why."

"I say we check out Room 408...maybe we'll find something." Gerard suggested.

"Somethingn bad could happen though." Darla said.

"I won't let it happen, now let's go." Gerard said, taking Darla's other hand and leading her to room 408.

 

to be continued...

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?:it would be cool if one of MCR called me for no rwason at all

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?:  sometimes...  

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?: Listener. i'm not much of a talker

Do you take compliments well?:  hmmm...sometimes...

Do you play Sudoku?: No! That game is hard!!

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?: haha...hell no!

Do you like nipple rings?:maybe to play with....*kinky*

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?: yup...and i always managed to get hurt

What was your favorite game as a kid?: CANDYLAND!!!

Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?: yes...if i like the person

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?: be pursued.

Do any songs make you cry?: haha...yup...many songs!

Are you continuing your education?: yes...i want to go to Temple

Do you know how to shoot a gun?: no....not really...

If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?: anything MCR or MP3 player

How often do you read books?: yesh! Anne Rice kicks serious ass!!!!!!

Do you think more about the past, present or future?: All

Favorite children's book?: the cat in the hat

What color are your eyes?: BLUE!!!

How tall are you?: 5'6

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?: hahaha! with my bestest little Gee!

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?: Florida!

Do you like mustard?: hell no.

Do you look like your mom or dad?: my mommy!

How long does it take you in the shower?: 10-15  minutes

Can you do splits?: no it hurts me...

What movie do you want to see right now?: Eastern Promises

What did you do for New Year's?: watch the ball drop?

Do you think The Grudge was scary?: the first time i saw it

Do you own a camera phone?: no....

Was your mom a cheerleader?: FUCK NO! (no offense to any cheerleaders...)

What's the last letter of your middle name?: N

How many hours of sleep do you get a night?: Insomnia.

Do you like care bears?: i like....skeleanimals!

What do you buy at the Movies?: SKITTLES!.

Do you know how to play poker?: no...

Do you wear your seatbelt?: sometimes...

What do you wear to sleep?: uh...PJ's

Is your tongue pierced?: no...i'm scared of needles though i want a bunch of tatt's

Do you like Liver and Onion?: uh...ew!

Are you in love?: i'm not really sure...

Do you like funny or serious people better?: both both both

Ever been to L.A.?: no :(

Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?: PAY! PAY! steal?

What do you and your parents fight about the most?: chores...the way i dress...my hair...my weight...

Are you a gullible person?: haha! yeah!

Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?: no...but i would want someone to spend my life with

If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?: GRAPHIC ARTIST!

Are you easy to get along with?: yesh

What is your favorite time of day?: NIGHT! IMA VAMPIRE!!!!

Would you rather sleep alone or with someone?: both? maybe?

Would you give up the one you love/care for the most to become immortal?: NO! I would die for my loves!.

What animal are you most like?: hmmm...a silly wabbit!

What kind of tea do you like the most?:  haha...no tea for Brandy! Pepsi is my bitch!

Do you laugh at peoples' stupidity?: yes...but they mostly laugh at mine...and i laugh at the scene's in certain movies when people die..

Do you feel guilty for doing so after you're done laughing?:  haha...no!

you know...why can't i have a normal day like any other normal teenager? or a normal weekend at that? Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!

Well, i just found out that my sister was/or still is... pregnant and her ex was like "Get an abortion and maybe i'll get back together with you"...and then somebody punched her in the stomach for no damn reason ans we don't know if she's still pregnant or not!

Then today...i went to therapy today...and how many fuckin disorders can the diagnose someone with? Now i have like 7 mental disorders (PTSD, Major depression disorder, some other trauma disorder, another depression disorder, and ajustment disorder, and no i have an underlying depression disorder, and some disorder that has to do with my fears...and they're gonna be testin me for more!!)

After i got back from therapy...my mom called me  about a little boy (he's three and got hit by a van on friday and got seriously hurt...) and she said that he died either today or yesterday...

Well now i got Pepsi and Sunkist and now i'm waitin for something else to happen.........

I don't really know yet...but something will come up eventually........

 

I just randomly wrote down about 23 rockstar birthdays from september to february...so yeah...and i left some comments on some of the pictures....very interesting pics...espacially bert's...

Tomo Milicevic (30 seconds to mars) : September 3rd  (I'm gonna get him a little doggie)

Lacey Mosley (Flyleaf) : September 4th

Mikey Way (My Chemical Romance) : September 10th  (Coke Zero for Mikey)

Faris Rotter (The Horrors) : September 21st  (I am so mad that i missed his bday now)

Adam Lazzara (Taking Back Sunday) : September 22nd  (i'm gonna buy a kawalla(sp?) bear)

Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship) : October 11th  (Dancing Lessons)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance) : October 31st (Halloween) (Better tasting paper...lol)

Johnny Christ (Avenged Sevenfold) : November 18th

Davey Havok (AFI/ Blaqk Audio) : November 20th

Ville Valo (H.I.M.) : November 22nd  (I think Ville's describing what he got for his birthday...)

Zacky Vengeance (Avenged Sevenfold) : December 11th  

 

Amy Lee (Evanescence) : December 13th

Jared Leto (30 seconds to mars) : December 26th  (He needs a shirt holder...lol)

Bob Bryar (My Chemical Romance) : December 31st  (The best present ever)

Adam T. Siska "Sisky Business" (The Academy Is...) : January 8th  (I'll just bail him outta jail then)

Wil Francis (Aiden) : January 8th  (he needs a comfier couch)

Matthew Tuck (Bullet For My Valentine) : January 20th  (Don't buy him any guns)

Coffin Joe (The Horrors) : January 21st  (What to give Joe...I think we all know what he wants...badly)

The Reverend (Avenged Sevenfold) : February 10th  (I don't think Rev needs anymore drinks...lol)

William Beckett (The Academy Is...) : February 11th (Don't worry William...I'll buy Travis for you)

Cassandra Ford (The Vincent  Black Shadow) : February 17th

Spider Webb (The Horrors) : February 18th ( hmmm...waterproof mascara...lol)

Bert McCracken (The Used) : February 25th  (OMG Bert...i'll him some more clothes....)

Darla slapped Gerard on his shoulder, signaling him to say something ot the boy.

"Um, Hi," Gerard said. "What's your name, kid?"

"You know my name. Stop messing with me. " The boy asked.

Darla and Gerard both stood up at the same time, and gingerly made their way to the boy.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know who you are." Gerard whispered.

"Yes you do." he said.

"Well, I forgot." Darla siad.

"It's Daniel. But you know who I am too."

"Where's your parents, Daniel?" Darla asked.

"Don't be silly. You're my mommy and you're my daddy." Daniel said pointing to Darla then Gerard.

"I'm-I'm sorr...what?" Gerard stuttered.

"I said you are my mommy and you are my daddy."

"But that's impossible. We...we're only teenagers." Darla said in a high voice.

"Mommy," Daniel said stroking her face. "Didn't the doctor tell you to rest?"

"Yes, yes, he did. Why don't you show me to my room." Darla suggested.

"Okay." Daniel said, averting his attention over to Gerard then back to Darla.

"Come on....honey." Darla hesitated.

"Darla," Gerard whispered. "What are you doin?"

"I wanna see what the hell he's talking about. Come on...let's go."

 

to be continued...

A little poem thingy I wrote...i hope you like it....it's a conversation between two people...i think you'll know when it changes from one person to the other...

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I sit and I look at you

lying to me all the time.

Why do you lie like this?

What is your point in lying?

I want it to stop!

 

Why can’t you be like 

my mother?

Your grandmother?

Are you disappointed

in me?

Did I cause you to lie?

I can’t live like this!

 

You want the truth?

Fine.

You do disappoint me!

You did cause me to lie!

Do you know why?

Because you deceived me!

You are no father of mine!

I hate you!

I hate what you did to me, mom, and my sister!

I lied about you beating me.

I lied about you beating mom, and Chrissy.

I lied about who you are

And what you do!

You can’t live like this?!

I can’t live like this!

And you know what?

I’m gone.

 

haha...i was just on stardoll and i made like a lot of doll's...if i could show you all i would except i don't know how too so i emailed them to myself..lol

I made 2 Lauri (from The Rasmus) dolls

Frank Iero

Gerard Way

Mikey Way

2 Amy Lee dolls

Bam Margera

Ville Valo

Charmed

Holly Marie Combs

Davey Havok

Lily Allen

And Tokio Hotel...

...it's fun...lol

"What do we do now?" Gerard asked.

"I don't kow...we have to get out." Darla replied.

"Maybe I can call Frank on my cell phone..." Gerad said whipping out his cell phone from his back pocket, broken into pieces. "Oh fuck....do you have your cell phone?"

"Uhh...yeah...I'll call Piper." Darla started to dial Pipers number. The phone started ringing. Someone answered.

"Hello?"

"Piper?"

"Noooo...."

"Who is this then?"

"Don't call here again." The person hung up.

"That was weird," Darla said raising one eyebrow. "That wasn't Piper."

"Did you dial the right number?" he asked.

"Yeah...I did. This is Pipers number. Maybe I should try later."

"Yeah. Why don't we find a another way out." Gerard said, lowering his tone.

They started off into a different direction than when they arrived. They headed up the the ICU to check out what's there.

"Do you have your iPod?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah...why?"

"I just wanted to know what kind of music you have on there."

"Okay...I have a lot of music."

"Like what?"

"Ummm...The Misfits, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Linkin Park, The Dollyrots, ummm...The Almost...and some other bands."

"Oh, I thought you were more of the Backstreet Boys, or N'Sync type."

"They're okay...I like a lot of punk, and goth, and some jazz and stuff."

"Cool.."

They walked into a big room full of old beds and chairs.

"Is this it?" Darla asked.

"I think...you wanna stop and rest for awhile?" Gerard asked.

"Um sure," she took her bag off her shoulder and dropped it to the ground. Everything spilled out, and Gerard bent down to pick it up. "Oh...no...um...you don't..."

"What's this?" he asked, holding up a picture from her bag. Darla sighed with a little tear in her eye.

"Um, that's me my dad, my mom , and my baby sister." she gasped.

"You have a dad and a sister? Since when?"

"Well, before you and I even met...my dad and my little sister...we were driving one night...my dad picked us up from my grandma's house...we got into an accident...and...and they both died...that night...i was the only one who survived..." she started to cry.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't...I'm really sorry." Gerard said, blushing.

"It's okay, it was a long time ago...I don't really remember them anyways."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes until Gerard discovered something more from Darla.

"You draw?" he asked even more estonished.

"Yeah...I love drawing like gothic stuff...i write too."

"Jeez, I feel like total strangers now." he smiled.

"Why did we start hating each other anyways?"

"I don't remember. Maybe we fought over something."

"Who knows?" she blushed.

They sat on the ground for a while, staring at each other, trying to figure each other out. Darla soon became distracted by a chill brushing all over her body. She looked to her left and saw a little boy standing my one of the beds.

"Hello." he said.

 

to be continued...

So i had to share an email with my sister....but now i got my own!!!

so if you want to add me...my email is:

mychemgurl44@yahoo.com

xoxoBrandy a.k.a. Mikey

so i have to make a super cool magazine about me...Brandy...who is really weird and shy and loud and not sexy...and obsessed...my teacher gonna have fu nwith those...

I have to write 3 essays...about me...grrrr....

and i need about 2-4 advertizements

2 interviews

poems/short stories

and other things

I'm gonna be up to my ears this weekend...and i have a damn cold!!!

but i'll be on...i'm always on...lol

Darla fell out of Gerards hands. The something had pulled her down. Her hands flew up and by luck, Gerard caught them again.

"Hold on to my hand, Darla! I won't let you go! I swear! Just hold on to my hand tight." Gerard looked worried and scared.

Through the crack in one of the wall, light had shone through, leaving a thin beam of loght on his beautiful eyes.

Gerard used all of his strength to pull her out of the dark hole. She was frightened. There was something down there. There was something pulling her down.

"My ankle," she choked. "It grabbed my ankle."

"It's...bruised...badly." Gerard said sounding shocked.

"Is that bad?"

"Yeah...it is," he sighed. "If you were dragged down by something, and if that something was a ghost, then the ghost has a hold on you. It can touch you, hurt you."

"Oh no...Gerard we need to leave now!" she whimpered.

"Okay okay....let me help you up." he offered.

"Ow! Oww!" she cried out in pain.

"Okay...just...just...put your arm around my shoulder...come on."

She did as she was told. Darla had never been that close to Gerard before. Within a couple hours, they seemed to get along perfectly.

They limped through the hallways, cautiosly, so that they don't walk over crumbling floors again.

"What do you think '408' means?" Darla asked Gerard.

"I don't know....maybe that's the number of people that died here."

"That could be it...but wasn't the first victim killed in room 408?" Darla questioned.

"How do you know that?"

"I researched the massacre before we came. I wanted to know everything about what happened here." Darla answered.

"That could be the case...maybe it's warning us not to go in that room or something."

"You believe me now? You believe that there's ghosts?"

"I don't know. There could be."

"Well, if the spirits are behind this, wouldn't they want to lure us there?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"Look..." Darla gasped. "Isn't that the enterance?"

"Yeah, the door's still open...let's go." Gerard said.

They made their way to through the rubble to the enterance. As they were about to leave, an unseen force expelled them backwards as all the doors to the outside shut and locked them in.

"We're...trapped." Darla sobbed.

 

to be continued...

 

i have a cold...it's goin around...i'm gonna kill my sister cuz she gave it to me...that bitch

damn her...that bitch

I hate being sick...

...though i'm used to it...sometimes i like being sick...

...i like to suffer from a cold sometimes...

...i don't know why though....maybe cuz i always wanna get outta school....

i'm weird....very weird....i'm gonna sing a song now....

A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...

The Horror's kick ass! woo!!!

I'm gonna stop now...lol

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

"Ouch..." Darla whined as Gerard tried to disinfect the cut on the back of her neck.

"Thank god I was smart enough to bring a first aid kit." Gerard sighed.

"Yeah, whatever. How's your hand?" Darla asked.

"Better I guess."

"Why did you protect me from the glass? I thought you hated me." she questioned.

"Instinct I guess. And, I don't hate you that much." he smiled.

Gerard put a bandage on her neck and stood up.

"Do you think maybe Frank and Piper set this up? You know, the whole glass thing and what not?" Gerard asked.

"I don't think they would put us in that kind of danger."

"Frank would." Gerard laughed.

"Well, that's nice." Darla laughed with him.

"Oh my god...you know what I just realized?" Gerard asked.

"What?"

"We're actually gettin along!"

"Oh goodness...we are. Is it the sign of the apocalypse?"

"I guess...we should get out of here. Which way did we come from?"

"Over there," Darla pointed into the hallway filled with shards of glass. "Do you think it's safe?"

"No, but we gotta go that way." Gerard sniffed.

"Isn't there another way? A safer way?"

"I think this hallway goes to the entrance too," Gerard said. "Let's follow it to see where it takes us."

They walked down the creepy hallway, jumping at every little noise they hear. They kept close so that they wouldn't lose each other. I mean, they couldn't spend more than five minutes apart right?

"Whoa." Gerard said.

"What?"

"The wall."

"What?"

"The wall....look." he pointed to a wall at his far left.

"Whoa...what is that?"

"Blood."

On the wall, someone had written in blood: "408."

"That's really creep...ah!" Darla didn't finish her sentence.

"Darla?"

"Gerard! Help!" she screamed.

Gerard looked down and saw that the ground below her caved in. She caught herself and hung on by only one hand. He grabbed that hand and tried to help her back up.

"Give me your hand!" He shouted.

"You already have my hand!" she panted.

"Your other hand stupid!"

"Oh."

She gave him her hand as they both tried to get her back up with him.

"I can't...I can't hold on any longer!" she cried.

"Yes you can!"

"No!! I can't!" Darla tried to push herself up with her feet but felt something brush against her foot.

"Come on Darla!" Gerard puffed.

"Somethings...somethings down there! Gerard pull me up!!!"

Gerards palms were sweaty as were Darla's. She was slipping and now something was oulling at her ankle.

"Gerard!"

 

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Darla approached the window, pressing her hand against it.

"The glass is cold." Darla whispered.

She observed the "beings" in front of her.

"She's just standing there." she said.

"Who? Darla, who's there?" Gerard asked, impatiently.

"She's not holding the baby anymore," she added. "Why is she just standing there?"

"Who? Dammit! Who?" Gerard exploded.

"Oh....oh no!!!" Darla screamed backing away from the window.

The glass slowly began to crack, making Darla's vision of the "beings" slightly blurred. But Darla wasn't the only one who saw the glass crack.

"What the hell?" Gerard whispered.

With the little bit of vision of the man with the gun, Darla saw a sudden movement. The man raised the gun.

BANG.

"He shot her! He shot her!" Darla choked with a tear rolling down her cheek.

The glass shattered. Instintively, Gerard pulled Darla away and sheilded her from the flying glass. Both of them got cut by the glass. They looked back, and this time, they both saw the man standing there covered in the womans blood, smiling. He faded away.

Blood poured from their wounds, not badly though.

"We've got to get out of here." Darla cried.

"Let's get cleaned up first." Gerard said.

 

to be continued...

"Wow," Darla said. "This is creepy."

"You scared?" Gerard laughed.

"No, I'm not scared. All I said was that it was creepy." Darla rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

Gerard and Darla wondered down a hall which seemed to be the emergency room. The hospital was dusty and full of cob webs and creatures.

A mouse squealed across the floor and startled Darla.

"Oh, Jeez!!" She sqeaked. Gerard laughed at her and continued on his way. She followed behind him, burning a hole in the back of his head with her eyes.

They were now in the nursery, where the babies would be. They stopped and rested on some old chairs that were dirty and unstable.

"Do you really think this place is haunted?" Gerard asked her, taking a sip of some water.

"Well, yeah, of course I do." Darla replied.

"Why?"

"I don't know...I guess I've always believed in stuff like this."

"I think it's totally bogus. Why would a spirit keep hundreds of others locked up in a creepy old place like this? It's totally stupid." Gerard sighed.

"The guy was a fuckin psycho, Gerard. Why wouldn't he keep the spirits of his victims with him?"

"I don't know...Let's explore some more. I wanna check out the ICU."

"Fine, hold on."

Darla packed up the water in her bag and slowly followed Gerard. She passed the window where the parents are able to see their babies after their born.

"Wait," Darla paused. "Someone's in there."

"What? I don't see anyone. There's no one there...let's go." Gerard said.

"No...wait...there's a woman....she's holding a baby. There's a man next to her...with a gun."

 

to be continued...

 

                                                                      ***next day***

"You got everything?" Piper asked Darla.

"Yup, I think..." Darla trailed off.

"Alright, checklist...give it," Piper said. "Okay, shirts..."

"Check."

"Pants?"

"Check."

"Sweaters?"

"Check?"

"Enough water for two days?"

"Check."

"Enough food for two days?"

"Check."

"Underwear?"

"Piper!....uh...check."

"Shoes?"

"Uh...duh!"

"Chapstick?"

"Yup..."

"Brush? Hair supplied?"

"Yup...and yup."

"Flashlight?"

"Yesh."

"Matches."

Uh-huh."

"And last but not least...a note to your mom?"

"Not yet but I will." Darla sighed.

"Okay...do it soon...cuz we have to leave in an hour."

"Okay, okay...I'll do it now."

Darla picked up a pen and a notepad and started writing the note to her mother. It had only taken her about 5 minutes to write. The note read:

"Dear Mom,

I'm goin to Ricketts Glen Memorial hospital for a couple days on a dare. I know you don't really care, but I just wanted to let you know. I'll be back by evening in two days. See ya.

Darla"

"We can go now, Piper. I wanna leave before my mom comes home." Darla said, looking down at her feet.

"Okay, let's go then."

                                                         ***An hour later...at Rickett's Glen***

They had driven in total silence all the way up to hospital. Darla was scared out of her mind but she didn't want to worry Piper. She saw that Frank and Gerard were already there, waiting fi rhte two fo them. Darla sighed as she got out of the car and headed in the direction of Frank and Gerard.

"You ready, Darla?" Gerard snickered.

"Yeah, whatever." she replied.

"Alright, about this time Saturday, we'll be waiting for you both." Frank smiled.

"You two behave now." Piper warned.

Gerard and Darla both looked at each other and waved their friends behind. They headed towards the abandoned building, not saying one word to each other. When they reached the door, they both hesitated to open it.

"After you." Gerard sighed, opening the door for his companion.

"Let's just get this done and over with."

They headed inside, not knowing what lied within those doors.

 

to be continued...

"I did some research about the hospital," Darla started.

"You know," Piper interupted. "You never say Hi to me anymore. I find that to be quite rude."

"Sorry, Piper. Let me start over." Darla cleared her throat and gave Piper a serious look. "Hello, Piper. How was your day? Anything good happen?Anything...important I need to know?"

"No....proceed about the hospital, Darla."

"Okay, as I was saying...I found out that everyone who entered that hospital after the massacre, was never seen again. Which means that they were murdered." she explained.

"So you're saying no one ever made it out alive?"

"Exactly, well, except for one person. A girl about fifteen years ago. She was about our age. Um, she was dared to go in with her friends...all of them died except her. Everyone thought she was crazy."

"What was her name?"

"I don't know...it doesn't say..."

"I think you're saying all of this so you don't have to spend some time with Gerard." Piper snickered.

"No, that's not the reason...I..."

"I think you like him."

"What?! No! Nuh-uh!! NO way! Ewww!!!" Darla gagged.

"Whatever...you're still goin tomorrow, Darlin'."

"You know I hate when you call me that...my dad used to call me that." Darla sighed.

"Alright...sorry. Come on. Let's go so I can help you pack," Piper paused. "Is your mom okay with this?"

"She doesn't care. She's never home to care." Darla winced.

"Okay, then, let's go. You have a big day tomorrow."

 

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"No way, Piper! It's fricken haunted!" Darla screamed.

"But you don't back down on dares, Darla. I know you!" Piper replied as calmly as possible.

"She's too chicken...jeez, I thought she was tougher than that," Gerard commented. "I'll do it."

"And try to come out as brave? No way! I'll do it!" Darla re-thought for a moment.

"No, I'll do it...you already backed down! You just can't change your mind like that!" Gerard shreaked.

How 'bout....you both do it?" Frank stepped in.

"Huh?" Gerard and Darla said in unison.

"You both do it...you know...together." Frank explained.

"With him? Why?! No way in hell!" Darla squealed.

Frank sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I guess Gerard was right, then. You are too chicken."

Darla thought about it for a minute. She didn't want to look like a chicken. She knew that Gerard would hold it over her head for the rest of the year.

"Only if he does it..." she finally said.

"Fine," Gerard added. "When?"

"Well, we do have off next week...hmmm...Piper?"

"How about Thursday and Friday...spend the whole two days together. Don't leave each others sight. YOu can't spend more than five minutes apart...how about that?" Piper thought out loud.

"Fine," Darla sighed. "Rickett's Glen Memorial, here we come."

 

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"Do you think that's a good idea, Piper?" Frank asked.

"Well, yeah, I mean it's totally harmless and plus, they don't back down from dares. Neither of them do. Trust me, they'll do this." Piper tried to reassure him.

"yeah, but what if the stories are true? What if..."

"No, no. The stories are not true. It's just a silly legend."

"You sure, hun?" Frank questioned.

"I'm sure." she smiled.

"Okay, let's go dare them."

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School was pretty much rough for Darla. She forgets so many things, it's amazing that she still gets all A's. She walked home alone today. She was pretty sure that Piper was with her boyfriend right now.

I can't believe they're dating, she thought to herself. Why didn't she just tell me eariler?

Her cellphine rang as she was just a block away from her house. Who could be calling? Piper. Darla answered her phone in anticipation of what Piper says to her.

"Hello?" Darla said, sounding pissed off a bit.

"Hey, Darla...ummm... are you mad at me?" Piper asked abruptly.

"No, I'm just confused. Why didn't you just tell me?" Darla sighed.

"Because I know how much you hate Gerard and his friends and...and...I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Is this what you called me for?" Darla said.

"No...how do you know I didn't just call you for that?"

"I'm psychic...so what did you want?"

"Ummm....meet me at the park in like an hour." Piper stated.

"Piper, it's gonna take me more than an hour to get to the park." Darla whined.

"Why? Where are you now?"

"Like a block away from my house. You know, near the elementary school."

"Okay, I'll have someone pick you up, okay?" Piper asked.

"Alright."

"Stay there."

Darla heard Piper hang up on the pther line. She snapped her cellphone shut and slipped it into her black purse. Darla tapped her foot, repeatedly, waiting for her ride. By the time her ride came here, she looked really annoyed.

A car pulled up in front of her, a nice red car. She couldn't figure out who it was. The window rolled down and one of Gerards friends was sitting in the drivers seat.

"I'm here to pick you up, Darla," he said. "Hop in."

Darla made her way to the passenger's side and and got in.

"Hi, Ville." she said, buckling her seat belt.

"Hey, love." he replied back.

That was the only words they exchanged during the car ride to the park. When they arrived, they both stepped out and headed in the direction of the forrest park of the park. It had taken them at least half an hour to get to their destination. Piper, Frank, Lacey (Darla's friend), and Gerard where sitting on one of the picnic benches, talking.

"Oh, goodness," Darla sighed as she sat nest to Piper. "What's this about?"

"Well, we, meaning Frank and I, have a little dare for the both of you..."

 

to be continued...

It was funy that in English class that the girls sat on one side and the boys on the other. Darla still sat next to Gerard because the class split down the middle. It wasn't sexiest, really, it's just that the boys and girls didn't get along with each other so the teacher was forced to serperate them, except the ones in the middle.

"Okay class," the teacher began. "Let's get started shall we? I'm goin to call your names and raise your hand if you are present....ummm....Adam Lazzara?....uh, Alyssa Matthews...Amy Lee...mmm....Bob Bryar.....Cassandra Ford....okay....Chelsea Dean who's not related to James Dean....okay.....Darla Markett...hello....Frank Iero...Gerard Way...ehhh....Holly Combs.....yup....Lacey Mosley....Lacey...oh there you are.....okay....Mikey Way...Gerard's brother....hiya....Piper Bennett....sup....Ray Toro....hello Ray....Ronnie Winter....and Ville Valo, who has an awesome name...Okay, everyone's here."

The teacher paused and smiled at the class. She turned to the board and picked up the chalk and started writing an assignment on the board.

"Okay," she started. "I have another writing assignment for you guys..."

The class made a loud groan.

"Heyy, keep it down. The class next door will get jealous because we're having so much fun. Okay...serioulsy, it's easy. I want you guys to write a narrative essay about an event that happened in your life that you thought that you wouldn't get through it. And if you didn't experience an event like that, make one up. It's due in three weeks, since I'm gonna be out for two weeks. You lucky class. The essay is worth 150 points and I want it to be typed, yes, I said it, typed."

"Great," Darla moaned. " More work for me to forget."

"I'm gonna have to remind you everyday then." Piper chuckled.

"Oh, goodness." Darla snickered.

"Here the worksheets to help you with your super cool essay. There's extra credit on the back if you want more points. You guys start today, the first paragraph, so you can get it out of the way. Okay? Any questions?.....No? Okay, get started."

                                                            ****Lunch Time (yum!)****

"Hey, Darla," Piper started. "Remeber how I needed to tell you something?"

"Yeah..." Darla responded.

"Ummm, can we eat outside today? I don't wanna tell you in here."

They headed outside to the bleachers where, surprisingly, Gerard and his gang were sitting.

"Piper, what are we doing here?"

"Well, this is the something important that I wanted to tell you." Piper strained

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Ummm...Frank, help."

"Okay, ummm, Darla...Gerard...me and Piper are kinda...uh....dating..." Frank hesitated.

"What?!" Darla and Gerard yelled in unison.

"What for?" Gerard asked.

"I like her, Gerard." Frank stated.

"And for how long have been goin out?" Darla questioned.

"Ummm...well,.....maybe about.....three months." Piper replied.

"And you didn't tell me?" Darla freaked.

"And you didn't tell me?" Gerard added.

"Well, we kinda wanted wanted to tell you at the right time...and we thought that this was the right time...and we..." Piper started.

"We wanted to discuss this with you." Frank finished.

"Discuss what?" Darla said.

"Well, we want to let you know that me and Piper are goin to be hangin out more often and that you, Darla and Gerard, are gonna have to be nice to each other."

"Uh-uh...no way..." Darla sighed.

"Yeah...I don't wanna spend my time being nice to her." Gerard stressed.

"Can't you guys just try...for us?" Piper asked.

"Only if he tries." Darla said.

"Only if she tries." Gerard also said.

"Fine...just try to get along." Frank sighed.

Gerard and Darla looked at each other with nastiness written on their faces, then walked away in different directions.

"I gotta go this way..." Darla angrily stormed off into the direction that Gerard went.

"We've got to find a way for them to get a long properly." Frank whispered.

"We'll come up with something, don't worry." Piper said.

 

to be continued...

"Did you see how much homework Miss Kaine  gave us? It's outrageous! I never had to do so much math in one night! Jeez, that lady needs a husband!" Darla vented while approaching her best friends locker.

"Why hi Piper, how are you today? Oh I'm good, I just had to finish a Biology project all in one night without my lab partners help because she's a lazy ass!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I forgot we had to work on it! Ohhh..." Darla said.

"It's okay but next time, you're doing all the work." Piper sniped.

"Okay. Goodness, I'm forgetting everything lately. Thank goodness I didn't forget about math though. My grade would have seriously decreased if I didn't hand in that homework." Darla sighed.

"Well at least you didn't forget about math..."

"Piper! I said I was sorry. I promise next time I will do all the work! I will! I will!" Darla pleaded.

"I was just kidding, jeez." Piper laughed.

"Oh! I just remembered....didn't you want to tell me something today? Cuz you said that you really needed to tell me something important."

"Oh, ummmm...I was goin to tell you at lunch," Piper reached into her locker and pulled out some books, one that was Darla's. "You forgot this at my house. You seriously need to organize this. Way too many papers."

"Thanks. I am so messed up. I'm forgetting everything. Maybe i have too much respons....heyy!" Darla shouted as a kid bumped into her, knocking all of her books and papers out of her hands.

"Ohhhhh....I told you you needed to organize those binders." Piper sneered.

"God! I hate that kid! Gerard is such a jerk!" Darla hollered, hoping that he would hear her.

Gerard was a boy she met in the kindergarten. They have always hated each other, though they don't remember why they started hating each other. They just remember that they do. Every year they had all the same classes together and always ended up sitting next to or near each other. They always had to get their seats changed.

The bell rang for the next class to begin.

"English, great. I left my binder at home." Darla sighed making her way to the classroom.

 

to be continued...

It's been nearly a year since Gerard had let them go. Since then, Cordelia gave birth to her beautiful baby daughter, Violetta Marie Wyatt. Things have gotten serious between Adam and Cordelia...he plans to marry her some day.

Phoebe has found herself a boyfriend too. Matt Rubano from Taking Back Sunday. Adam introduced them to each other and started dating three months later.

Rose is now attending college. She plans to be a doctor and hopefully save peoples lives. She is getting married in March of 2008 to her fiancee, Richard. (remember him?)

Sheila is helping Cordelia take care of Violetta. She plans to go back to school next year and get a degree in Fine Art. She's currently single and hopes to find the man of her dreams one day.

Mrs. Wyatt is a very happy grandmother and is helping Cordelia in every way she can. She still works as a lawyer and is very happy at the moment. She also helped in naming her granddaughter.

Adam, is now touring but still finds time for his girlfriend and her baby. He plans on making a life for all three of them by finding them a home and what not. He plans on proposing to Cordelia......tonight.

Gerard, on the other hand, hasn't been seen or heard of ever since that night. Maybe he took Cordelia's advice, maybe he let her go. Maybe.

 

                                                       **************************

On the tree, outside of his wives' house, Gerard stares at his baby through the window. He thinks about holding his baby and taking care of her like afather should, but e knows that Adam is taking good care of her and Cordelia.

He cell phone rings. It's Mikey, his brother.

"Hello?" Gerard whispers.

"Hey, bro. Where are you?" Mikey asked.

"You where I am, Mikey."

"Checking up on Cordelia and Violetta?"

"Yup."

"Don't you think you should be spending time with Celeste?" Mikey questioned.

"I told her I was goin to be out for a little while and that I would be back soon." Gerard replied.

"So, you and her are pretty serious now, huh?"

"Yeah. She's so beautiful and smart and funny. She reminds me so much of Cordelia."

"You're not dating because she reminds you of Cordy are you?" Mikey said.

"No, I'm not dating her because she reminds me of Cordy. I'm dating her because she interests me. She never bores me. I think I love her, maybe more than Cordelia."

"Wow."

"Yeah...wow."

"Well, I got to go. I have a date with Alicia. Get home soon and spend spme time with Celeste, okay?"

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." Gerard hung up.

He stared at his beautiful daughter for a few more minutes, then climbed down the tree.

He looked up towards the window and saw Cordelia staring down at him. He waved and made this way to the front of the house.

He headed down the street and looked back one more time. Cordelia stood there, waving good bye to him as she walked back into the house.

Gerard walked off into the darkness.

 

***THE END***

I hope you all enjoyed this fanfiction and thank you for reading, buzzing and commenting it. Sorry it has to end here, but I am starting a new one called "Revenge Against The Innocent." Hopefully you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed this. Oh and Happy Birthday to Mikey!!! May he live forever and ever and ever!

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

it's the same pic but with different effects...which one do you like better?

1.) Thermal effect

 

2.)Negative effect 

 

3.) Pencil Effect  

 

4.) Lightning Effect  

 

5.) Fire Effect  

 

6.) or the Water Effect  

"What the fuck!" Gerard yelled. "Frank go get her and bring her up here now!"

"No! Leave Phoebe alone!" Cordelia hollered trying to run out the door.

Gerard grabbed her and held her back. He threw her onto the bed and tied her down. He did the same with Adam, too. Minutes later, Frank brought Phoebe up and it wasn't easy either. She was a fighter.

"Let...me...go!..." Phoebe gasped as he pushed her into the room. Mikey, Ray, and Bob also followed them into the room.

Gerard got ahold of Phoebe and held her down as Frank bound both of her hands together. Gerard sat Phoebe next to Cordelia and Adam.

"Sorry guys, I tried." she whispered to the two other kidnapee's.

"It's okay, hun. At least you tried." Cordelia said forcing a smile.

"Now what do we do?" Bob asked.

"We let Adam go first." Gerard sighed.

"Why?" Ray asked.

"Because he's a rock star and people are goin to be looking for him."

"He's gonna tell the cops about this." Mikey stated.

"I know. That's why we're going to sneak out as Cordelia and Phoebe go out through the front when the cops come." Gerard said looking down at his feet.

"What?" Cordelia confusly said.

"You're right. If I truely love you, I would let you go and maybe ask Celeste out. Maybe she's my one true love, not you."

Cordelia was absolutely speechless. Has he finally come to his senses? Is he truley letting her go?

 

                                                    ****6 Hours Later****

Sirens came whailing down the street, coming towards the lake house. Gerard untied his wife and her friend, and walked them down to the front door.

They can hear the police saying the same old "Come out with your hands up" thing.

"You know what to do." Gerard sighed.

"I don't know how to thank you." Cordelia smiled.

"You don't have to."

Cordelia smiled. She hugged Gerard and kissed him on the cheek.

"Come on, Cordy. We've got to go." Phoebe chimed.

 She watched the five men walk right out the back door and, hopefully, out of their lives.

They bothed turned towards the door and braced themselves to face the cops.

"You ready?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah." Cordelia breathed.

Cordelia turned the knob and slowly opened the door. They stepped out into the bright lights that the cops had shining on them. She gazed up into the crowd of police officers and saw Adam standing in the crowd. Cordelia made her way towards him, constantly being stopped by cops, and finally walking into his arms.

"That was kin of easy, though there was many months of torture from him. I wonder why he changed his mind so suddenly." Cordelia sighed.

"Maybe he just felt horrible for throwing you onto that bed and binding you to the post. I know I would feel horrible." Adam replied, resting his head on hers.

" I just hope it wasn't a trick."

"Me neither," Adam said closing his eyes. "Let's go home. I bet your mom is worried sick."

 

to be continued...

24. America's Next Top Model

23. Viva La Bam

22. Will and Grace

21. The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

20. The Simpsons

19. The Sauce 

18. TAI TV  (heehee...my fav episode!)

17. Steven's Untitled Rock Show

16. Spongebob Squarepants  (sorry this made me laugh)

15. Maury

14. Malcolm in the middle

13. Jerry Springer

12. Inked

11. House

10. Hell's Kitchen

9. Drake and Josh  (teehee!)

8. Dog the bounty hunter

7. Criss Angel Mindfreak

6. Buffy The Vampire Slayer

5. Boy meets world  (FEE-NAY!!!)

4. Degrassi

3. Bones

2. Charmed

1. Angel

24. When a stranger calls

23. The United States of Leland

22. The Simpsons Movie

21. The Return of Alex Kelly (NO IMAGE...grrrr)

20. The First Wives Club

19. Terror In The Mall

18. Taking Lives

17. Speak

16. Shaun of the Dead

15. Bastard out of Carolina

14. Pirates of the Caribbean (1-3)

13.October Sky

12. The Lord of The Rings Trilogy

11. A Date with Darkness: The trial and capture of Andrew Luster (NO IMAGES....grrrrr!)

10. Halloween

9. Interview With The Vampire

8. Flight Plan

7. Enough

6. Edward Scissorhands

5. Dogma 

4. Dead Silence

3. Black Hawk Down

2. Queen of the Damned 

1. Life on the Murder 

 

I wrote this at like one this morning...so please tell me how I did!! Thank you!!=P

I escaped his attack,

his cold-hearted attack.

With only a few bleeding wounds.

Hopefully he doesn’t know where I am,

or how to find me.

 

I undress,

and turn the faucet to the tub.

I wait for the water to fill.

I get in.

The water’s cold.

It wasn’t long before the water

became tinted with the blood of my wounds.

 

I rest, now, in the tub

with the cold water.

I think about today,

scene-by-scene,

and how things could’ve turned out

if I approached him differently.

I’m crying, now.

 

I should’ve left him long ago,

before he became like this.

I should’ve given my love to another,

but, no, I love him.

I can’t live like this any longer.

I have to escape him somehow.

Should I tell of what

he did to me?

Of how he took pleasure

in cutting me?

Of how he liked seeing me bleed?

 

No, I can’t.

I love him

and, yet, I hate him.

 

How do I escape?

 

Time passes by.

I’m still in the tub.

My body adapted to the cold water.

I’m still crying.

 

I can’t move.

Why can’t I move?

 

I know why.

 

I drowned in my own tears.

I drowned myself to sleep.