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Damnation Hearts Where oh where did the black liner roll To grace the faces of every lost soul In the depths of the mind of the worst mental case You should be lucky you're not in that embrace The one that pulls you deeper again Till you reach the pit of unholy sin To be swathed in black till you turn deathly pale Then smile in the face of the damned and the stale Using the glass of the broken window You write on your arm just something you'll know Again and again it comes to your mind The only reason you stayed behind To stay with them in the light of day The only thing that makes you say You keep me from breaking apart Oh da

Gerard's point of view     After he had fallen asleep I had sat and watched him for a few minutes. I heard his breathing and his heartbeat speed up after a minute or two and I pulled him closer to calm him down a bit. He snuggled into the warmth and smiled a small smile which I returned to his small beautiful face.     It didn't take long for him to get into my heart. I remember standing on his porch in the pouring rain and his mom letting me in. We would sit in his room and he would play his six string and I would sing along with the melody.     The first kiss we ever shared was on his bed I had been singing to him a new song that I ha

You hear the chirping of a bird And the cawing of a hawk As you walk down the drive I smile knowing the cold will get you Your bare feet padding the hard cement Your long Black hair like a curtain around your shoulders The tank top and short shorts you're wearing You know you'll freeze to death one day You do this all the time waiting You're exposing yourself to the elements Waiting to freeze to death I see you smile to yourself and lift your arms over your head You start to sing and I smile recognizing the song You modify the words but it sounds just the same "When I was, a young girl, my father took me into the city, To see a

Chapter6 (Andrew) When I woke up the next morning I looked over at her. She was still asleep so I could openly stare at her. She really was beautiful, especially in sleep. All the lines of worry and stress melted away to a smooth soft face she was even smiling. I closed my eyes resting; the best time of day was the time where you were awake but you were able to just lay there without a care in the world.      I took a deep breath and let it go. I decided to crack my eyes open a bit to check on her. I couldn't believe that our kiss had been a dream. When she had knocked on the door and woke me up I had to stare at her for a minute. It took

Chapter 5 (Izzie) I knocked on the door three short times before walking into the room I had only been in the bathroom for around thirty minutes but you never know what a guy does in his room. I opened the door a little to see his eyes flash open and a confused look appear on his face. "Hey, you ok?" I asked. He raked his eyes over me taking in my tank top and boy shorts then looking back up to my face. "Yeah I'm fine why?" "I don't know you just looked a bit spaced out. Sorry that I woke you up. If you had stayed asleep I would have slept on the floor like I wanted to in the first place."        After I said this he grabbed a pillo

Chapter5 (Andrew) I sat on my bed in my room waiting for her to get out of the shower. I couldn't believe that I had gotten through this day without any problems. I couldn't believe that she was brave enough to leave her home if you could have called it that. I was especially surprised when Rob told me she had started to get in her dads face. I was the only one that actually knew what her father did to her. Her dad had done enough to her in her lifetime to last a few million years. I felt different when it came to her; I felt protective. She was an amazing person and I felt as if I was the only one to acknowledge that. My thoughts ran ove

Chapter 4 (Izzie)     "Ok so we only have three rooms and we live with my granddad, that's why you'll have to share a room with me."     I sat on the couch mulling this over. Was this really happening to me? I had to live in the same room as the person I was in love with. Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining. I mean seeing him every day was amazing and painful, but living in the same room?     "Yeah that's fine. As long as you're not one of those people that insist that I take the bed."     "Ugh you caught me. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you weren't comfortable." He looked genuinely concerned now so I decided to defuse the s

Chapter3 (Izzie)     "No." He said straight in my face.     "But Dad what do I do here but drink and get high? If I go live with them I could be someone! Don't you even care about anyone but yourself anymore? Oh… Hah I forgot you don't, you never did.  You didn't even care about mom."     I walked over to him about to get in his face as he raised the back of his hand, ready to strike, when my uncle came in the room; his face red with anger. It was only then did I realize what I said, I get high and drunk. I felt my face drain turning undoubtedly white.  He was pissed off at this, not at me but at Dad for letting this happen.    

Chapter 2 (Izzie)     I had my IPod sitting on the table with the ear buds in listening to one of my many songs humming to myself. This over the past few years had become a hobby of mine. No one ever saw me without my IPod for any reason whatsoever. I had saved up for it for three years and it was completely and fully mine. I loved it so much that if I wasn't listening to it I was humming to myself or talking to someone. Everyone found this obsession abnormal; everyone except Andrew, my cousin.     "Hey Izzie, could you come over here for a sec?" Andrew asked after tapping me once or twice.     "Umm sure, I guess. What do you need?" I a

Chapter1 (Izzie)      I sat in my room wondering how my life got so jacked up. Matte sat in front of me her warm blue eyes trailing my hands. I reached over and scratched her behind the ears. At least one soulful being loved me. Even if it was only because I took care of her food and water bowls, it was something.      My eyes looked over the plain white walls of my room it was unsurprisingly plain. A bed, a dresser, a closet, an extremely small T.V, and a bedside table. The walls were slightly yellowed from years of being my brother's room. He was more known as a compulsive smoker, Jaden se