My happy endings (A My Chemical Romance story), chapter 10
"It's nice to meet you all," I sobbed trying my best to hide the tears.
"Are you okay?" Xanthe asked.
"Your make up has ran all down your face," Ann said.
"Yeah. About that. I'm not really all that okay but I'll survive," I said.
"Let's go get your make up sorted," Sarah said as all the girls headed towards the bathroom.
These girls seem nice enough.
We went into the bathroom and Brooke took a packet of make up removers from the shelf. She opened the packet getting one out and began getting the smudged eyeliner off of my face.
"So," Brooke said, "Why are you so upset?"
"It's a bit of a long story," I said.
"You can tell us," Xanthe said.
"Okay, just over a week ago my parents were killed. I witnessed it and didn't do anything. I froze. The murder was never found and the police are doing nothing. I got sent to an orphanage, which I am way too old for. I was there a week. They burnt the memories I had of my parents so I had only half a photo album left. They beat me. After Gerard got me from the orphanage and he's been taking care of me. Everytime someone mentions my parents I get badly upset and want to cut. We had a bit of a food and shampoo fight earlier and hired a maid and she said that my parents were failures so I punched her and Gerard kicked her out. Just before you came me and Gerard was sat on the stairs and I was telling him that I badly needed to cut but he wouldn't let me," I cried.
"Oh," Sarah said.
They all gave me a hug and Ann handed me some eyeliner. I applied the eyeliner and we all left the bathroom into the sitting room where the guys were sitting.
"Did you girls have a nice and girls' chat?" Bob asked.
"Actually we were just talking not chatting. Preps chat we talk," Ann said.
"Go you," I said giving Ann a high five.
I sat down next to Gerard and the other girls sat down by their boyfriends.
"Gerard," I said giving him a nudge. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Back in a second," I said as me and Gerard left the room.
"I told Ann, Xanthe, Brooke and Sarah about my parents and the maid," I said.
"You don't have to tell me who you've told," Gerard replied.
"I know, but I'm just trying to help get myself out of this depressed thing, you know?"
"Yeah, okay, and I've told the guys about the maid so you don't have to worry about that."
"Okay, is there any news on the funeral?" I asked.
"Yes. Its tomorrow," Gerard said. "So who do you want going?"
"Umm. You and the guys. Will the girls want to go?" I said.
"I don't know. I'll ask. Stay there."
Gerard put his head around the living room door.
"Girls, tomorrow is Steph's parents' funeral and we were wondering whether you wanted to go?" Gee asked.
"I don't know. Is any of Steph's family or friends going?" Brooke asked.
"They do come first," Ann said.
"Steph said she has no other friends or family," Gerard said.
"Then sure," Xanthe said.
The rest of the girls nodded.
Gerard came back into the kitchen.
"They're coming," Gerard said. "Have you got anything to wear for the funeral?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," Gerard said pulling me into a hug.
"Love you," I said.
"Love you too."
Gerard released me from the hug and we went into the sitting room and sat down. The TV was on and was playing Iron Maiden one.
"This song gives me the creeps," Ann stated.
"I thought I was the only one who thought that. If I had arms I'd kill myself. If I had legs I'd run away," Brooke said.
"Yeah the boxs that move. They're weird," I said.
The song had ended.
"What time is it?" Sarah asked.
"About 10," Ray said looking at his watch.
"Shall I stay awake or not?" I said to myself.
"Stay awake," Xanthe said.
"Okay but don't you guys need to go home and get the funeral clothes?" I said.
"The hires will be here at about 9 so there'll barely be enough time."
"Come on," Mikey said.
"Do you want to stay here? It'd be easier," Gerard asked everyone.
They all agreed and headed home to get some clothes for one of the hardest days of my life.
"Are you okay?" Xanthe asked.
"Your make up has ran all down your face," Ann said.
"Yeah. About that. I'm not really all that okay but I'll survive," I said.
"Let's go get your make up sorted," Sarah said as all the girls headed towards the bathroom.
These girls seem nice enough.
We went into the bathroom and Brooke took a packet of make up removers from the shelf. She opened the packet getting one out and began getting the smudged eyeliner off of my face.
"So," Brooke said, "Why are you so upset?"
"It's a bit of a long story," I said.
"You can tell us," Xanthe said.
"Okay, just over a week ago my parents were killed. I witnessed it and didn't do anything. I froze. The murder was never found and the police are doing nothing. I got sent to an orphanage, which I am way too old for. I was there a week. They burnt the memories I had of my parents so I had only half a photo album left. They beat me. After Gerard got me from the orphanage and he's been taking care of me. Everytime someone mentions my parents I get badly upset and want to cut. We had a bit of a food and shampoo fight earlier and hired a maid and she said that my parents were failures so I punched her and Gerard kicked her out. Just before you came me and Gerard was sat on the stairs and I was telling him that I badly needed to cut but he wouldn't let me," I cried.
"Oh," Sarah said.
They all gave me a hug and Ann handed me some eyeliner. I applied the eyeliner and we all left the bathroom into the sitting room where the guys were sitting.
"Did you girls have a nice and girls' chat?" Bob asked.
"Actually we were just talking not chatting. Preps chat we talk," Ann said.
"Go you," I said giving Ann a high five.
I sat down next to Gerard and the other girls sat down by their boyfriends.
"Gerard," I said giving him a nudge. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Back in a second," I said as me and Gerard left the room.
"I told Ann, Xanthe, Brooke and Sarah about my parents and the maid," I said.
"You don't have to tell me who you've told," Gerard replied.
"I know, but I'm just trying to help get myself out of this depressed thing, you know?"
"Yeah, okay, and I've told the guys about the maid so you don't have to worry about that."
"Okay, is there any news on the funeral?" I asked.
"Yes. Its tomorrow," Gerard said. "So who do you want going?"
"Umm. You and the guys. Will the girls want to go?" I said.
"I don't know. I'll ask. Stay there."
Gerard put his head around the living room door.
"Girls, tomorrow is Steph's parents' funeral and we were wondering whether you wanted to go?" Gee asked.
"I don't know. Is any of Steph's family or friends going?" Brooke asked.
"They do come first," Ann said.
"Steph said she has no other friends or family," Gerard said.
"Then sure," Xanthe said.
The rest of the girls nodded.
Gerard came back into the kitchen.
"They're coming," Gerard said. "Have you got anything to wear for the funeral?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," Gerard said pulling me into a hug.
"Love you," I said.
"Love you too."
Gerard released me from the hug and we went into the sitting room and sat down. The TV was on and was playing Iron Maiden one.
"This song gives me the creeps," Ann stated.
"I thought I was the only one who thought that. If I had arms I'd kill myself. If I had legs I'd run away," Brooke said.
"Yeah the boxs that move. They're weird," I said.
The song had ended.
"What time is it?" Sarah asked.
"About 10," Ray said looking at his watch.
"Shall I stay awake or not?" I said to myself.
"Stay awake," Xanthe said.
"Okay but don't you guys need to go home and get the funeral clothes?" I said.
"The hires will be here at about 9 so there'll barely be enough time."
"Come on," Mikey said.
"Do you want to stay here? It'd be easier," Gerard asked everyone.
They all agreed and headed home to get some clothes for one of the hardest days of my life.
