• I look myself over in my bedroom mirror. My black hair with red streaks seemed too neat as it draped over my face. I shake my head a bit to make it look messier; it worked it looked more like me now, at least you could see the small slivers of blue that were my eyes. My shirt was a plain white and my jeans were a pale blue and had tears on the knees from all the times I had fallen off my skateboard and the blood stains on it were real too. I was also wearing my usual original Converse. You have to love good quality shoes that also look cool as hell. I smile and then my cell phone begins to ring. It was Carmen. I didn't want to talk to her right now so I ignored it. After all she was probably just calling to b***h at me for being late to pick her up.
    I sigh and grab my favorite hat ever. It was all black and looked like the hats that Frank Iero used to wear and it had the My Chemical Romance logo on it in white stiching. I bought it online after I got their latest CD, The Black Parade. They are my favorite band because of how they saved my life when I became depressed about my mother's death. I used to cut myself to see the blood and to prove to myself that I was still alive. My father didn't know what to do with me because we didn't have enough money to send me for counseling and the school counselors don't know s**t about a child's mind and how we think. I sigh as I remember those times when I thought of suicide and those depressing moments. At least now I'm better.
    Coming back to the present, I grab my car keys and say good bye to my dad. "Have fun!" he calls out before I can leave. "Thanks, dad." I call back and close the door behind me. My dad was awesome. He was able to put up with a depressed child and manage to not get depressed himself. Not to mention that he secured a decent job that allowed us to live in the same house and have enough money to go to places.
    My phone rings again and I still ignore it. Carmen could be incredibly annoying sometimes. I wonder why I always put up with her s**t.
    Fifteen minutes pass as I drive to her house. I walk to the door and ring the doorbell; I never wanted to be the boyfriend who honks and waits for his girlfriend to get in the car, no I was the boyfriend who picks her up at the door and opens the car door for her. The door opens and I see Carmen. She was wearing an icredibly short mini skirt and tank top that was far too tight for her, not to mention all the jewelry that brough a lot of atteniton to her chest. I innerly groan. I hated when she dressed like this and even though I would never tell her, I thought she looked like a slut. She spins. "You like?" she asks. I nod grugingly with a tight smile. She smiles and begins to run towards my car. I keep my eyes on the floor the whole time as I open the door for her. She gets in and I close the door then take the longer way to the driver's side. I start the car.
    Thirty minutes pass as I drive in silence. "What's wrong with you? You're too quiet." Carmen mutters. "What's wrong with /you/?" I ask bitterly. "What the hell did I do?" she yells. "Nothing." I say spitefully. "Hmph. You're no fun anymore, Aleksandr. And change that goddam so called music of yours, it's depressing me." "I don't care what you think of M.C.R. They are amazing and I'm not turning it off." "You see? That's what I'm talking about. You don't enjoy any other music and you don't talk much either." she whines. I groan. "What the hell are you doing, critizing me like that? You have no right to tell me crap like that." I say sternly. "Oh, whatever." she says giving up on the subject to look out the window. Thank God. Now I wouldn't have to hear any more s**t for the next ten minutes. I sigh happily as the song switches to I'm Not Okay (I Promise).

    To be honest, the only reason I came was because My Chemical Romance was supposed to play here. Maybe I did care too much for the band but I didn't care, I liked other artists too. Metro Sation, Nickelback and Metallica were awesome bands in my opinion. I think of bands like close friends. I don't have many friends but I do have a small group of select friends that are loyal and know me as a person, how many more people do I need? To me the bands are meant to help define me as a person, therefor I do not need a large selection, just a few that help me get through my life.
    The crowds here are insane. I don't particularly enjoy being in large crowds because there are so many bodies rubbing up against each other, whereas Carmen loved it. I found myself feeling lost and all alone even though my hand was being held and there were so many people about. I sigh uncomfortably and she notices. "Why so sad?" she asks, actual concern in her tone. "Too many people." I mutter. "Oh, lighten up." she says happily swaying along with the crowd because some annoying emo band started playing. I try to understand what is so great about it but then the band stops playing and an announcer comes on.
    "Alright, that was a great performace now it's time for the reason most of you came here! My Chemical Romance is going to be up next! Just give us a few more minutes for a quick set change and they'll be playing in no time!" Finally. I was so excited but then I feel Carmen tugging on my arm. "What?" I ask. "We're leaving." she says bluntly. I yank my arm away from her. "Why should we go?" I ask as the sound of Mikey Way on bass guitar begins to play. "Because I want to." she says like some stupid little kid. I roll my eyes and begin to walk away. But then she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me forcefully as if expecting to get me to react in some stupid guy way. I shove her off and say "I don't want to do this." All she does is pout. "What's with you lately." she mutters angrily. "What?" I ask only partially listening. "You don't like having fun anymore. It's annoying." "I'm getting ready for the real world while you stay up all night partying!" I shout at her. She grabs my hand and I shake it off.
    "Y'know what Carmen? I may seem to have matured but you never will." I take a few steps away before stopping and telling her "You can find some other guy to take you home because... I don't love you like I did yesterday." With that said I walk into the crowd, leaving her behind and helpless like a small child. And the strange thing is I don't regret it...
    Gerard's voice rings steadily over the crowd and I listen:

    So go
    Go away
    Just run
    Run away
    But where did you run to?
    Where did you hide?
    Go find another way
    Price you pay

    You're just a sad song
    With nothing to say
    About a lifelong wait for a hospital say
    And if you think that I'm wrong
    This nevner meant nothing to ya
    C'mon
    You're just a sad song
    With nothing to say
    About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay
    And if you think that I'm wrong
    This never meant nothing to ya
    At all...