I have been sitting in my bed for what seemed like twenty minutes or so, when I heard Gerard's bedroom door close.
Now would be the best time to make my move.
I grabbed my bag and quietly walked to the door. I softly turned the brass doorknob, slowly opening the white painted door. As I cracked the door open, the hinges made a high-pitched screeching noise.
Once I squeezed my body through the half opened door, I tiptoed as quietly as I was capable of, past Gee's bedroom. I didn't want him to hear me and get suspicious.
I softly and slowly headed towards the front door, feeling like a ninja or secret spy the whole way. Just for fun, I did a barrel roll-type thing to get to the front door.
Yeah I'm a freak, I know.
I'm a pro at all this rolling crap, though, since I'm a gymnast.
Well was a gymnast...
Glad that shit's over.
Anyways, I stood up and grabbed the doorknob, swinging the door open a little too harshly. Oops. I hope Gerard didn't hear that.
To make up for it, I used all my strength to close the old, chipped door as soft as humanly possible.
Now that I was outside, I have to find a spot where I can get rid of the crap.
I then spotted a huge garbage bin and a recycling bin next to Gee's mailbox. Oh yeah, tomorrow is garbage day. So since the trash is going to be taken away tomorrow, I decided to just dump the stuff in there.
I put my bag on the ground then I knelt down next to the bag and rummaged through it, looking for the stuff. I started by pulling out the three, small bottles of Vodka. I stood up, and opened the glass bottle which contained the vile liquid. The air filled with the strong, horrid smell of the substance. I then turned each bottle upside-down dumping out the deadly fluid on Gerard's lawn. Sorry grass, but better you then my father.
Next, I fished in my bag for the bottle of brandy. When I found it, I did the same exact thing I did with the Vodka. I threw the bottles in the recycling bin after I disposed of the liquid on the grass.
I opened one of the side pockets of my gym bag and pulled out two bags of pot and three bags of cocaine. Just as I stood up with the clear, plastic baggies in my hands, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Elly? What the hell are you doing?"
After I finished doing last minute chores like taking the garbage out and putting some laundry away, I locked myself in my room. I decided to paint a bit to calm myself down and forget about the events which recently took place.
I walked over to my easel, which displayed my latest work of art on it.
I sat down and took a hold of the thin, wooden handle of my paintbrush. I then dipped the paintbrush into some black paint. I started applying the paint to the paper, leaving behind graceful strokes of jet black.
Then I heard a noise outside my door...
I ran to my door and I pressed my ear to the white wood. I listened and I heard walking in my house. Maybe Elly is getting something to eat or drink? But I realized I was wrong when I heard the front door slam open.
Oh no. I hope she's not going outside to do what I think she's going to do.
I found a random pair of socks lying on the floor. I grabbed them and slipped them on. I then walked over to my closet and snatched a black pair of old, worn out converse. I sat down on my bed fumbling with the laces to try and loosen them so it would be somewhat easier putting them on. Once, I was done messing around with my shoes and I had them on, I quickly walked outta my room and to the front door. I took a deep breath before opening the door, which might or might not reveal a wasted and/or high girl.
I knew what was coming but to my surprise, when I opened the door, there stood Elly with bags of Cocaine and pot in her hands.
How can such a beautiful girl do such ugly, horrid things?
"Elly? What the hell are you doing?" I asked, still confused about why she would do this to herself.
"It's not what it looks like!" she quickly stated, shaking her head.
"Oh really?" I angrily snarled at her. "Then, I would love to fucking know why you have those drugs in your hands."
"Okay, there's a story behind it. I'm serious," she sadly looked at me while holding up her hands in defense. "Come here and I'll tell you it."
"First, get rid of the fucking drugs. NOW," I snapped.
"Not a problem!" she exclaimed. "That's what I was doing in the first place!"
Then she walked over to the garbage bin and dumped the baggies of the substances in there without any hesitations.
|Frank Iero||as Himself|
|Mikey Way||as Himself|
|Gerard Way||as Himself|
|Ray Toro||as Himself|