Runaway - PrologueMore Like This
It sounds so exciting, so dramatic, doesn't it? "I ran away from home"
People picture you actually running. As fast as you can go, as far as you can go, houses and streets and towns a blur around you as you run, heading towards an unknown destination, a new life, untold adventure. They imagine you feeling a rush of adrenaline as you do it, part excitement, part fear. The world is laid out in front of you, yours for the taking.
Frank didn't actually run. He walked, hadn't even had to sneak out of the house, no one had been home anyway.
And it wasn't even like he was running from anything. He just had thatů Pull. He had to leave. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from the place he'd grown up in. The place he'd lived the first dull, if good, twenty years of his life.
He'd left a note. Said he'd call, though he had no intention of calling, not for a while anyway. He just wanted to get away.
Okay, yes. The adrenaline, that he would admit he fel
Christian and Gloria - CompromiseIt's a CompromiseMore Like This
Christian had fallen hard for a beautiful girl; he was drawn to her, as if by the strongest of magnetic currents. She was infectious and her smile could be described in a single word: intoxicating. She was strong, independent, laid-back, but fought hard when her beliefs were under attack. Her name was Gloria, and Christian found himself wanting nothing more than to be around her all the time.
As with anything worthwhile, there were complications. Gloria was a "church girl" and Christian was a highly outspoken atheist. He didn't care, however, as he had major respect for her and, surprisingly, wasn't concerned with the fact that she was a Christian. He was afraid that she wouldn't give him a second thought based on a his lack of belief, nevertheless, she seemed somehow different than all the other "religious" folks with whom he had been in contact.
He was thinking, as he sat alone on the concrete steps t
Dawning of Our Lives [St. Jimmy/Reader]More Like This
Note: Based off of “She’s a Rebel” by Green Day. For :iconStrawberryJellyfish:, who wanted a St. Jimmy reader-insert based off of that song.
“[name], we need to talk.”
Shooting your mother a questioning look, you lowered your foot and stood up straight, peeling your back off the wall. Your family was on its way to the new house, just stopping at a rest station for a few minutes.
“You know why we moved, right?”
“For the same reason we always do?”
She sighed before composing herself.
“Please, please,” she pleaded, “don’t get involved. Just don’t get involved next time. It’s not worth it.”
Despite how much she complained about your vigilantism, you knew she couldn’t sit still for long. Her taste for travel was unequalled, your taste for justice couldn’t be topped. Your family just used your antics as an excuse to move.
[She’s a rebel/She
Jimmy's Journal-13-FinalJanuary 1More Like This
I could have sworn I ran into you down on the street. You looked amazing, and you looked like you were having fun. But then it turned out to only be a dream. I know this note will never find you, but if it ever does, I just want to let you know that Im having fun too.
It seems like forever ago since she left. If my memory serves me right, she went away and then I took a different path, I think It was so long ago
It seems that she disappeared without a trace. I cant exactly remember how she left. I remember the face, but I cant recall the name It was something like I cant remember.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs, to shred all the letters, but shes in my head. Now, I wonder how what should I call her Whatsername has been. Did she ever marry ol Whatshisface?
From so long ago and in the darkest night I just cant remember. Remember whatever. I really cant
Jimmy's Journal-12Oct. 19More Like This
I have to leave the City of the Damned. I dont know how or when I have to, but I gotta get out. Something happened. Ever since Whatsername left, the City has been different. The City has turned into fuckin Jingletown. All the saints are turning into the Idiot America.
Tunny gave me a note from Mom the other day. It said Please call me only if you are coming home. I called her. The City is so much like Jingletown now, why not go back
I have to get out, but I dont know how. Theres one thing I know I can do, though. The only way out of this situation is in a body bag.
I. The Death of St. Jimmy
I gulp. I cant do this Im having one of those out of body experiences again. My heart is beating from me. I am standing all alone as I look out over the bay.
I dont want to go back to Jingletown, but I cant stay in the City of the Damned. I want to just waste time. I want to waste time as another
Jimmy's Journal-11Sept. 10More Like This
Summer has come and passed. I should be in school, now, but Im not. I dont want to have to deal with the world anymore. Wake me up when September ends.
I saw Tunny today. I havent seen him since I was nine and he was seventeen. Were stepbrothers, me and him. Tunny was our dads kid with his alcoholic first wife and won custody over Tunny. Then, Dad married my mom but when they divorced, Mom didnt want Tunny. Hes twenty-four now.
Dads dead. I dont know how Im supposed to deal with it. I mean, he is was my fuckin dad. God, almost seven years since I actually lived under the same roof with him seven years has gone so fast.
Fuck. I dont wanna deal with this right now. Everything from before Mom and Dad started fighting before Tunny would have to tell me that everything would be okay as Mom and Dad were screaming at each other in the hallways everything before that was bett