Anxiety AttackThe sound of feet crunching gravel was what woke me. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the camp fire to see Kobra Kid and Jet-Star in their sleeping bags but not Party Poison. Looking past Jet-Star's sleeping form I saw my red haired companion restlessly pacing about. Immediately I recognized his signs and wriggled out of my sleeping bag. Party Poison heard the noise and watched me with anxious eyes as I came over.
"You feelin' shaky on the inside sweetheart?" I asked gazing at him with sympathy; Party knew what he would see and so automatically responded
"Everything Is Perfect." Before looking out into the star littered night not seeing my wince at his slight relapse.
"Why don't you come lay down with me that'll make you feel better." I suggested knowing better than to touch him or try to get him to look at me. It wasn't that Party hated affection or comfort, the man loved to smother me with hugs, but he clammed up when he got his anxiety attacks. Party Poison's month long stint bei
Putting Revenge to RestGerard re-wound the Helena music video for the twentieth time, fascinated by every detail of it despite having been there for the entire making of the video.
As he watched Mikey walk down the aisle swinging the smoking censer, his eyes began to droop the cloying scent of incense plugging up his nose, lulled into a trance from the pendulum sway of the censer.
Suddenly Gerard was back in the video directing the dancers as he sang to the sorrowful mourners. He of course wore his Revenge outfit but the mourners for some reason wore brilliant hues and shades of bright clothing.
Gerard stepped down from the podium to view the body, since the open coffin lid hid the corpse from his view. What he found inside was not Helena but himself except with fire engine red hair, and a navy racer looking jacket with a patch on the left breast proclaiming "Dead Pegasus". He stared at himself, fascinated by this bright and dare he say peaceful looking creature?
A wail of terror made Gerard shriek and stumb
LocketBandit I know you miss your mom
And I know you miss your dad when I'm gone
When Gerard had to leave to go on tours it tore his heart up. It felt like his heart was going through a paper shredder when he saw his sweet little girl's cheerless expression. She had seen him packing his suitcase causing her to become quiet and withdrawn. Teh whole week before his departure Bandit had stopped playing the piano, cutting him deep with that blow.
Tonight was the night he was going to leave. The two stood in the entry way, Gerard with his suitcase by his side, Bandit standing in front of him.
"I'll see you soon baby." Gerard promised kissing her forehead and picking her up to hold her close and take in one last smell of her. She still had that child scent that he adored. Bandit wound her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
"Are you and Mama gonna marry again?" came his little girl's question.
Gerard pressed his trembling lips together blinking hard to keep his tears in.
Guardian Angel"Mama? Mama where are you?!" eleven year old Gina called out frightened as she looked into each empty hospital room. All the rooms were the same with blindingly white walls, ceilings and floors, a gray gurney in the middle of the room. "Mama!" Gina bawled utterly panicked at not finding her.
"Gina in here baby girl." came her mother's soft voice.
"Mama?" Gina called bolting towards her voice.
"Gina." Mother answered a smile lighting up her wasted face as she opened her arms to receive her daughter.
"I thought you were lost!" the girl blubbered climbing into her bed and cuddling up against her, head resting on Mama's now bony shoulder. For a few minutes mother and daughter simply lay there with Mama stroking Gina's head.
"Sweetheart I want you to do something for me." Mama suddenly announced still stroking Gina. For a minute she did not reply too lost in how real Mama's fingers felt. "Gina?" Mama persisted fingers stilling so that her daughter looked up at her. "I want you to wake up an
I never thought doing something I loved would hurt me
When the symptoms first began to appear I thought it was simply me catching a cold. Right in the middle of our tour my throat began aching, like I had strep so other than taking it easy on the yelling I pretty much ignored it. I had gotten strep before so why should it worry me now?
The first time I got a serious warning sign was in the middle of our concert.
The lights were beating down on us, the steam from the sea of jumping fans enveloping us in a mist nearly cloaking us from them.
I was right in the middle of singing "Cancer" when my voice suddenly went out. It was like someone had switched me on mute leaving me mouthing the words. It took a few moments for the fans and myself to realize I had stopped singing and when they did they started hollering for me to go on. I tried to keep singing but my voice just wouldn't work. Panic needling my skin I went to Frank and pantomimed that I could not talk, almost immediately he go
PancakesPoor Frank's about to fall asleep in his pancakes, Gerard thought his chin resting in his cupped palm as he sat across from his exhausted boyfriend and watched him eat.
It was two in the morning after a strenuous gig and the boys had stopped at a cramped little diner. There was just enough room to crowd in a dozen mall sized chairs and tables. The warm pancake and maple syrup scented air did nothing to help Frank's fatigue. And what with more than twenty plants suspended from the ceiling the lighting was a dim green.
The boys had chosen the table by the window, able to see the wet and glittering parking lot outside. Gerard sat across from Frank with Ray beside him, Mikey having decided to sit beside Frank, probably because for once he was quiet.
Gerard wore a lovely soot colored button up shirt with dark dress pants. Frank wore his Revenge outfit, white button up shirt, jeans and fringe hair style. Ray just wore a black tee with light washed jeans and last was Mikey who wore a c
Toenails"You look pretty loooooww!" Bert taunted Gerard who sat on the wet curb just between two dim streetlights.
The starless night was chilly and the crisp cleansing scent of rain pervaded the air. Gerard's head rested in his clammy hands crow black hair sticking to his somewhat round face, making it look like he had rivers of ink on his face. The indigo suit he had on was wrinkled and stain a darker blue by the earlier downpour of rain. The hems of his pants rode up a bit showing off snow white socks and spit shined dress shoes.
The purposefully tarnished wedding ring winked from it's place on Gerard's ring finger. But never would that ring or it's wearer be united with it's other half. For the receiver had left Gerard standing at the altar expression slack in shock as Frank had bolted away into the raging rainstorm.
Bert was dressed quite the opposite though he had also attended the gone wrong marriage. The man with faded peroxide blonde hair with ribbons of black threaded through had fol
Bob's ScarsBob's pov
I never thought I'd receive them, not when all was supposed to be safe.
I had always trusted the guys and the people we worked with. Sure no doubt it was naïve of me but they had never given me a reason to doubt them. Okay so we had never dealt with fire in our videos before but hey, other bands made it out alright.
Anyways when we first started out the video I felt fine but my stamina began to wear thin as the night dragged on.
Just pretend to play, make it look real, I ordered myself as I felt the fire scorch my back. The stench of gasoline was overwhelming but nonetheless it felt like I was drumming right in front of the sun and not some wall of fire. But I grit my teeth and diligently bore the intense heat.
Two hours later when we finally stopped so the producer could do something I was exhausted. I was overjoyed that we got a break away from the fire but I felt oddly light-headed.
Upon standing up I nearly collapsed into my cymbals but managed to
I never thought I'd receive them, not when all was supposed to be safe.
I never thought doing something I loved would hurt me.
Mine are beautiful because they represent all that I love even though they bring me pain.
Their from a love that's so demanding, an obsession never seen.
Who knew being invisible could hurt you on the inside?