Who Walks Among the Famous Living Dead Drowns All the Boys and Girls Inside Your Bed.
Frank was standing in what appeared to be Mikey’s room in the Paramour Mansion. He wasn’t sure if that really was where he was standing; no one else was in the room and it was too dark to see anything clearly. The only thing Frank could hear was the sound of running bath water coming from behind the bathroom door in the room. Something told him he shouldn’t open the door, but rather, he should leave the room for two reasons: the first being that it would be an invasion of privacy and the second being that the possibilities of what he could find on the other side of the door made him nervous. Despite this feeling, the guitarist opened the door and regretted it immediately.
And Through It All How Could You Cry For Me?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s kind of a shitty chapter, but I’m trying to get it to tie into the next one. Sorry.
Hey guys!
Just letting you know there was an ignorant error on my part between the last two chapters. I’ll fix it as soon as I have access to a computer.
EDIT: It was just a tiny detail I didn’t notice when I wrote the last chapter, but, I don’t think anyone really noticed or cared. Regardless, I felt like I should have given you all a heads up.
Down Your Voice. I Hear You’ve Been Bleeding.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Gerard finally asked, his voice filled with panic. That was the last thing Mikey wanted to hear, even if his brother wasn’t exactly yelling at him; it made him feel entirely too guilty for what he wanted to do. What was I thinking? Or at least why couldn’t I have went through with it instead of opening the door? Or a little bit earlier? Or even just a day earlier,” Mikey thought to himself. He believed that if he was so miserable with living here and living in general, why couldn’t he have been more willing to bring his own death?
UPDATE!
Hey guys, I’m working on a chapter that may be up in the next hour.
AUTHOR’S NOTE!
Hey faithful readers. I’ve got some bad news.
This story and my other story are going on a little bit of a hiatus. I apologize. I just happen to be overwhelmed with life. Knowing me, this hiatus is going to last until the end of the week, but I just need to take a moment for myself so that I can just spend my free time being a social human, rather than lurking in the darkest corner of my room writing fanfiction until four am.
I apologize greatly and I hope to return quickly.
Victoria.
Your Eyes Vacant and Stained. But Does Anyone Notice? But Does Anyone Care?
“You’re gonna have to tell me what the fuck happened last night that involved me doing freaky things, because screaming at me like you just did without letting me know the causes is fucking stupid,” said Frank, but Mikey was ignoring him as he ran his hands anxiously through his wet hair, trying not to panic as he worked on figuring out what was going on.
Drop the Dagger and Lather the Blood on Your Hands.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM.
AUTHOR’S NOTE!
Hey, guys. I just want to let you know, that I had high hopes of getting a chapter for this up before my finals, but, a few things delayed that and I wasn’t able to finish the chapters. But, I promise you all that after December 12, there will be something up for this story.
Sorry for the inconvenience, but I am still grateful for all of you who read this story and I promise the next chapter will be good!
Well, thank you! I apologize for not updating recently, but I plan on getting to that soon!
The Five of Us are Dying.
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UPDATED 5/26
Still Considered to be on Hiatus.
Rating:R/NC-17 for:
drugs, depression, self harm/destruction, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, abuse of alcohol, sex, and what could sound like prostitution if you over think.
Pairing: Mikey Way and Frank Iero (Frikey).
This story follows the band My Chemical Romance as they struggle to find perfection while recording The Black Parade in the Paramour Mansion.
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is most definitely not how things really occurred when the band had their stay at the Paramour Mansion. I mean, the concept is what actually happened, but my interpretation is not.
