Kairix

It took him a while to realize that he didn't give a fuck if other people heard the music seeping through his headphones to the outside world. Gerard increased the volume, letting the music take over him. His cheek was pressed against the white glass of the closed car window, a few cold waves attaching themselves to his skin. And suddenly, it was happening all over again. The depression, the anxiety, but he welcomed it this time. Like saying a friendly hello to a long lost relative you miss so much. Except this relative hadn't gone for long, and they certainly planned on visiting more frequently. Gerard drummed his fingers over the plastic

Frank didn't know what to do. Gerard was walking around with that Bert guy again, Mikey was texting Pete, and Ray and Bob went in search of adventure. Maybe that "He didn't know what to do" was actually pretty worse, like "Shit, this guy's taking Gerard away from me!" No. Stop. He was not jealous. At all. Frank looked at them from the bus window, pressing his nose against the glass so it squished up against it. They couldn't see him from their side, thank god. But he wasn't jealous. Nope. He wasn't. Bert could hang out with Gerard as much as he wanted to. Really. It's not like Gerard's his property or anything. Gerard can do whatever he

Gerard tossed and turned in his bed, trying to cancel out Ray's early morning practice session. He sounded like he was angry at himself for not being able to get the songs right. Infact, they all were. They felt so empty, shallow, they didn't feel like themselves. They felt more like zombies, or, even worse, like they had merged with the Paramour and become part of its melancholy aura. Bob was the one who didnt leave his room now. Frank was trying his best not to stay in there, doing as much as he could, helping out the others. He even let Mikey in when Gerard was out, "inspecting the place for burglars." They all knew that was a lie. He was

Gerard swatted at the water, hitting and fighting it. He started to panic, the noise of water splashing causing more desperation. After many moments of frantic screaming with no response, his body grew tired. He started to sink. Before he went under, he got a gulp of air, holding it tight. He pinched his nose with one hand while he tried to move towards the surface. No luck. Gerard accidentally let go of part of the air trapped in his mouth, and he panicked even more. He needed to breathe, his lungs felt like they were going to burst at any given moment. His body gave in, involuntarily drawing a breath. However, he was met with a gulp of

"We can't just do nothing!" Party Poison yelled. He paced around the abandoned diner, munching on his Power Pup frustrated. He slammed the can on the table, staring at the lights of Battery City in the horizon. "They probably have them tied down, forcing those pills down their throats" Kobra Kid pushed his food away, feeling too upset to eat. He wouldn't show it though, he had to be strong for Poison. "We're tired and hurt from the fight," he said, "We have to rest..." "I won't be able to rest knowing they're both in there!" "They're strong, they can last the night" "What if they can't?" Poison looked at Kobra Kid, anxious. His fingers i

Of course, I cannot see it anymore. The thoughts, the voices, the souls. I've lost it all. Where have they gone? Did they leave me? Was it my own fault, simply dissecting their words I knew the truth? I cannot see the reason why for lies and whispers under a black light in the night. I cannot see them anymore. Of course. I turned into the opposite, I have my own ideas. The rest follow orders now. Their mouths guided by another tone. Am I a sheep? Am I lost? Is the devil haunting my waking moment? Or have I just awoken from my slumber to find out where I belong? Do these words even make sense anymore? Do theirs? I am now but a

She doesn't remember anything anymore. Memories, experiences, all forgotten. Wiped away from her mind, leaving a blank place where they once were. She only knew her name. Lyndsey. The nurse had told her so. Lyndsey Ballato. The nurse told her she wasn't Ballato anymore though. The ring on her finger changed her last name to Way. So she was now Lyndsey Way. Lyndsey still wasn't sure though. What if her name was Tiffany, or Emily? She felt like an Emily, maybe her name was Emily. The nurse kept telling her her name was Lyndsey though, so she wasn't Emily (she felt a little disappointed, she had started to like the sound of Emily). The nur