Idunno09

Flowers were the first things Mikey saw when he opened his door. It had become completely normal and even a routine, but it never stopped losing its magic and feelings as if it would have been the first time that he received them. Every day for the past two years, every single day with no exception, including holidays and weekends and even stormy and snowy days, the first time he opened the door he would always find the same; a bouquet of flowers waiting for him, in front of his door. Flowers were usually colorful tulips, from 5 to sometimes even 10, and they were in the company of small white and purple flowers. The bouquet would always be

Chapter 1: Where Did The Kitty Go? “Gerard! Come over to greet the neighbors!” Gerard let out an exhale, staring down once he had left a box down on the floor. Using his right hand, he passed some locks of his straight, greasy black hair behind his ears, and he opened his eyes before he lazily, not wanting to get out of his room, started heading towards the stairs. He really, really did not want to meet the neighbors. At the other places he had lived in, he had never made any friends with the neighbors, so why should he be hypocrite and pretend he liked the new neighbors? He knew that his mother wanted him to at least greet them

I didn't know why we weren't ready for that guy. I mean, in places like the one I lived by, as I explained before, people usually know about what's going on around the town if you know who to talk to and who to get the information from. What I mean is that, for example, if a certain gang plans on attacking another one, there is always some neighbor of a building who tells it to the guy next door who tells so to the girl of the other apartment who tells so to the lady of the grocery store who tells so to the mail man who tells so to the crazy lady at the park who tells so to the man of the taxi who tells so to a kid who tells so to his dad, w

"Mikey, come here" Bob said in a pleading voice, following the skinny man who walked with quick steps through the hotel's hallways. Mikey, on the other hand, kept on ignoring the blond drummer as he walked to their hotel room with hurried steps, a frown on his face. "Mikey" Bob called again, sounding even weak while he tried to go faster than Mikey without running. However, he ran two steps and got to hold the bassist's arm, pulling him closer and, for the blond man's luck, made him turn. "Mikey, just listen-" Bob managed to say, before Mikey pushed him. "Get away, Bob" he said, before he moved his arm so Bob had to let go of it. "Mikey

It was a war. It wasn't even funny how they called us to it. They just went to everyone's houses, walked in almost like they could do anything they pleased to, almost shouting that the men had to go to a war that happened in who knows which country. Of course, no one had a single idea that our country was in the middle of a war. All young me must go, and it was the first time I cursed that I turned 18 some months before. It was January. It was seriously hard for my mom to take care of me all those years without my dad, who was in who knows where though it wasn't like I cared anyway, and then having to let me go to a war. I knew how to use a