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With Death Comes A hero
By ivy_obyss

 


With Death Comes a Hero

Finally. Here I am. I'm in Irvine, CA, at the Bamboozle Left concert. I'm so excited I'm finally going to see My Chemical Romance play live. The only thing that would make it better is if my mom wasn't here. Also, it would be better if I didn't have to wait all day to see them. They were the headlining band for today so we would have to wait till tonight to see them. We started walking around trying to find a decent band to listen to. I couldn't find anything close to as good as MCR.

After walking and listening to music all day we just have one more band to go before they were going to play. Chiados started their set. Its ok music they are loud and fun so it's cool. Some men in white shirts started making mosh pits and I almost got sucked into one. It's so much fun in the middle of the crowd. There are people moshing and body surfers and screaming and singing and talking and whistling. The mood was absolutely euphoric. I even just passed out once!

After such a long day chiados stopped playing and the men in white shirts disappeared. This is it my heroes will be playing in just a few second. A red light came one and the sounds of Sleep start. The fans go crazy along with me. I can barely see Gerard's form in the light. He starts singing and the lights change to blue and white. There he is, there all of them are. The ones that help me through my troubles. I'm too stunned to sing for a minute. Then I scream the words as loud as I can.

They played Sleep and House of Wolves. They started strumming the guitars and my favorite song started. They were playing Dead! I wasted no time with my fan girly screams and just started singing along. My mom was beside me screaming to the music just like I was. Life was perfect. Happy birthday to me. A spot in the crowd opened up and my mom jumped in so I could squeeze in closer. I looked at her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man. He looked out of place for some reason. I saw a flash of silver as he lunged. He drug the cold metal blade over my mom's throat. When he released her she crumpled to the floor like a puppet with its string severed. People started trampling her immediately. Not even noticing or just not caring. I started screaming as the man went back through the crowd. No one noticed me for all they knew I was just another fan girl. The world suddenly went black.

My eyes are still closed but I was becoming aware of what is around me. I opened my eyes and I am in the first aid tent. I hear three beautiful voices outside. The first on said “did you know that someone was killed during our set.” “That's a lie. Who told you that.” A second voice said “yeah, don't believe what you hear from the fan girls.” The last voice said. The voices walked into the tent. My heart is racing so hard I thought it would beat out of my chest. The three voices were Mikey and Gerard way and frank Iero from my chemical romance. “Excuse me frank needs to be looked at he hurt himself…again” the second voice said. That voice was Gerard's. I can't believe I didn't recognize it. “Shut up” frank said with a smirk. He was the first voice I heard. He knew about my mother. I started seeing gray spots bloom across my vision until finally the blackness took me over again.

As I reopened my eyes I remembered I was in the first aid tent. I looked around and there they were. Three of my favorite guys in the world just standing over me. I gasped and said “you heard about my mom.” “Told you so” frank said looking kind of smug. My eyes were welling up and his face feel when he saw me like that. “I'm so sorry” Mikey said. “Yeah we all are. Even frank” Gerard added glaring at frank. I sniffled and replied “its ok it's not your fault”

After the nurse check me out for the last time frank told me to come with them. Even though I didn't know them personally I trusted them and followed. They took me to their tour bus. I was so shocked as Mikey said “bob and ray are inside along with the wives. We climbed on and was greeted by the other band members and the five wives Kaitlin, Alicia, lynz, jamia, and Christa. They were all beautiful and very kind. Mikey, Gerard, and frank told the others what happened and they all feel sorry for me. I felt kind of uncomfortable with every one looking at me with those sympathetic eyes.

After talking and telling my side of the story jamia and Alicia told me to stay the night with them considering I didn't have anywhere else to go. They set me up a bed on the couch and told me I could call my dad in the morning to explain what happened. When every one went to their bunks I sat on my make shift bed and cried.

Frank came out of the bunk area and saw me awake. He sat down next to me and said “it's ok. Everything will turn out alright.” I wiped my tears away and just couldn't help but say “how do you know,” eve though I knew it was very rude after what he had already done for me. “I don't know, but things usually do.” We sat on the couch and talked for a long time. We talked about things that have happened to us, things we want, things we like, and things we hate. Eventually I got tired and he told me to sleep. As I lay down I said “frank?” “Yes?” he asked “you're going to be a great father one day.” I whispered as I drifted of. He smiled and turned and walked back to his bunk and loving wife.

 

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