The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 5The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 5 by XxJ-laynxX
I can hardly see as I walk away from the guys because I'm crying so hard. I know that Frank's in tears too. I can hear him sobbing as he walks to his car. I've lost my brother and my best friend. He's lost his true love, his one and only. Our pain runs together, deep and unstoppable.
I get into my car and lose it, letting the sobs break free, letting them rake my body, letting them tear up my throat with every anguished scream. I pound on the steering wheel in despair, asking God what kind of God he is, taking away my big brother like that. I curse at him, angry at him for what he's done.
"Thanks a lot for ruining my whole life!" I holler, the words ripping my throat like jagged glass. "Thank you for taking him away! Thanks a lot, you big bastard!"
I collapse against the steering wheel, letting the tears consume me. Eventually, I take a few deep breaths and remember that I have my brother's last wishes for me folded neatly in my pocket. I wipe my eyes with the heels of my palms, but fr
EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard::Bob and Ray stared at each other, aghast. The entire band was off the tour bus; it was one of the break days, where they were free to roam the city as they pleased. Bob and Ray had forgotten their wallets, so they had come back on the bus. But they werent expecting what they found or, rather, heard.EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard:: by sweetangel4eva11
They heard someones short, quick breaths; the two had squinted their eyes at one another. Where had it come from? Moving forward carefully, they deduced the noise was, indeed, coming from the semi-large bathroom that was on the bus along with them.
The thought that someone was still on the bus puzzled them slightly. They had been sure that everyoneFrank, Mikey, Gerard, and themselveshad been scurrying away since quite early in the morning. Ray and Bob had left the bus without a backwards glance at about eight in the morning, meandering around the large city. They just came back after deciding they wanted to buy something from a shop, four hours later, and realiz
Not Like The Others -2 HIATUSNot Like The Others -2 HIATUS by BVBnMCRFan
Things like that happen in Jersey all the time. Not to me specifically, but it happens, so I brushed it off as if it were dust and locked the bathroom door. I turned on a shower and threw a towel over the top of the door and waited it to get hot.
I shut the window and pulled down the blinds for extra measure.
I stripped off my clothes and padded into the small box. Hot water ran over my body and washed the dirt off my skin.
I hadn't been able to take a shower in four days. For a dude, that'd be nothing. But I'm used to being clean, taking showers and whatnot. But my mom was late paying the water bill, and when the water finally got turned back on, all she did was yell at me, and keep me in the basement.
The basement is like a time out corner, really.
You do nothing, keep thinking 'it's not fair' and 'I didn't do anything' and just pout.
I wiped my face on the towel and started to wash my hair and body.
When I was done I washed off and stood there for a few more minutes, relishing in th
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