The World is Ugly(Mikey Way)

Two

The biography will never be published, I never want it to. It's something very personal to me and I've been writing it since I was about thirteen. Two years full of current adventures plus my childhood years is in there. There's without a doubt over twenty chapters on my laptop that I'm proud of detailing myself. From moving out of the beautiful New Jersey with my dad and Alicia to Brooklyn, NY at four years old, to standing behind my step mother Kristin while hearing them say their 'I Do's' in LA, I've had an adventurous life and I refuse to let anyone read it. They would try to fake their identity and be me. They'd know every little detail about me and my father. It's not just the little things I don't want people knowing about it's how I felt during that time is what I don't want people reading.

Especially my father.

We're close but he doesn't have to know I was beyond relieved that Sarah was no longer in our lives, or how upset I was when the Black Parade is Dead! Tour was over. Granted I didn't know at the time how emotionally draining it was for them, I just cared about hearing Disenchanted and getting to run around in my dad's military jacket before show time. He also doesn't need to know about the time when Ray and I snuck off the bus during warped '05 to get snacks on From First To Last's bus because I didn't want anything in our cabinets. I also wanted to see Alicia but not even Ray needs to know. Overall there's just too many moments and also emotions no one needs to know about. They're mine and only mine.

"-bro! and G was like I know! But I was so excited for it to become a show that I started to sound like you when you're talking to Isabelle" dad said cutting me out of my train of thoughts.
"Lana were you even listening to me?" He asked pulling into a parking space.
"Yes" I told him lowering Mayonaise by the Smashing Pumpkins.
"Then what did I say?"
"Uncle G's comic is becoming a show" I smirked.
"You looked like a Space cadet I doubt you even heard me" he said turning the car off and looking at me. Pure sass was in his voice and I rose an eyebrow at him for it.
"I know things, dad. Remember?"
"Yeah yeah you know things. Just like how you kno-"
"How to pick a lock, sleep like a pig, cook and draw. It's called Jersey born and raised and your father being apprehensive about you being a child and having fun outside" I said getting out of the car.
"You can't blame me, you know. I was a young dad, I didn't wanna have to go outside and see you witnessing a drug deal down the street or talking to creepy dudes"
"Which is why I had to live in my head" I told him.
"Just like me so I mean, that's cool, right?" I laughed at him and he pulled me into a hug as we continued through the mall gates.

It wasn't exactly a mall and it wasn't exactly a gate either. They were outlets and you really just walk through this huge cement arch. It was beautiful to be honest. You wouldn't see this in Jersey. You'd see a normal mall but in the city of San Clemente, it was this. I loved coming here because waking out of one store, you're met with the sun and all things outdoors. We've stumbled upon a few of my dad's tour friends from past years in one store or another and that usually meant they're chatting away as I shop. I'm not the type of person to use my dad's money for the smallest things though.

I was actually a very simply girl just like him. I didn't have a million pair of shoes or coats, hardly ever got my nails done because I play bass and honestly hate shopping while preps around around. I sound very anti-social and I don't tend to be but at my school, there were many of those and they were your typical mean girls to say the least. Always had the newest shirt when it's in stores and their acrylics were always fresh. My best friend Isabelle and I enjoyed staying away from that scene. Ironic isn't it? my dad was in one of the biggest bands in the world so most people would think I'd want all the attention on me at all costs but I was just like him. I didn't enjoy the spotlight. Neither did she which is why we were so close. We liked staying in the shadows.