Mannequin Poses - The Black Parade

darkestnight · 10-11-2008, 05:50 PM

Mannequin Poses

Rating: 15+
Main Characters: Mikey/Frank/OCFs
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I have no contact with anyone from My Chemical Romance
Genre: Tragedy
Summary: Sometimes when the rules become too much, the best thing to do is break every last one of them.
This is for Maddie 'cause she's amazing.

Chapter Index:
Prologue-pg1
Chapter 1- pg1
Chapter 2- pg2
Chapter 3- pg2
Chapter 4- pg3
Chapter 5- pg4
Chapter 6- pg5
Chapter 7- pg6
Chapter 8- pg7
Chapter 9- pg8
Chapter 10- pg9
Chapter 11- pg10
Chapter 12-pg12
Chapter 13-pg13
Chapter 14-pg14
Chapter 15- pg15
Chapter 16-pg15
Chapter 17-pg15

darkestnight · 10-11-2008, 05:51 PM

Prologue

How far do you have to bend before you break?

There are three rules in my house and each one is important to your sanity and survival. First rule; Mom and Dad are not divorced. They’re only taking a break from each other and this should never be mentioned outside the house.

Appearances are important. Which brings us directly into the second rule; appearances are important so keep them up. Hide behind your smiling Botox mask and expensive Dior glasses. Rule three; keep it to yourself because your parents are too busy to care. They don’t pretend to care unless they have to attend a function with you, in which case they do care! Which brings us back to rule two.

This life is cruel and this life is reality. To everyone else you’re living the dream. Everyone pretends to love you but behind your back they call you a stuck up bitch because you can run around with Daddy’s credit card. That’s how he makes up for not being around. That’s how he makes up for the night you caught him and your best friend in bed together.

Mommy is so tranquilized all the time she really doesn’t give a fuck so why should you? If your best friend wants to fuck men more than three times her age who are you to stop her? Secretly you hope she gets pregnant, wouldn’t that be one to explain to the paparazzi.

All you care about is how much alcohol your diamond bracelet can get you. All you care about is being on the front of the best magazines. Any publicity is good publicity.

In this world you live in there are two types of people; the type who matter, like you and your ‘friends’ and the people who don’t matter, namely everyone else. How many guys can you sleep with in one week? How many martinis can you have before you spend the rest of the night clutching the toilet with a faceless blonde bimbo holding your hair, because that’s what friends do after all.

I’d like to show you my life, the part of my life nobody can see in the tabloids. The reason I wear Channel glasses every Monday morning, because Sunday wasn’t spent in church. How much does God love sinners?

**VivreChem** · 10-11-2008, 05:53 PM

You already know that I fucking adore this.
You already know that I am fascinated by your amazingness.
So I'll leave it at that.
I cannot wait for more. :D

JC_Cainstone · 10-11-2008, 06:47 PM

Wow, I really love this. The first line had me completely captivated. Your writing is beautiful yet really dark. I can't wait for more :D.

darkestnight · 10-11-2008, 06:56 PM

Thank you both very much. I have a lot planned for this story :]

Moonshyne · 10-11-2008, 06:59 PM

Hi there darksnight,

I love this so far. Especially the three rules.

Looking forward to more!!

darkestnight · 10-11-2008, 07:03 PM

Chapter 1

I slammed my locker shut the metallic clang was drowned out by the chatter of the uniform clad students of Our Lady Of Sorrows High School. Charlotte flipped her bleach blonde hair behind her shoulder and unbuttoned the top button of her white shirt to show off a bit of her summer tan. She looked at me and twirled one of her blonde locks around her long boney index finger. “How do you stay so pale?” She asked, her pouty pink lips pouting gently after her question, her light blue eyes made her look like a baby dear.

I shrugged and shouldered my designer backpack and looked around for a freshman to carry my books for me. “I don’t know, we went to the Caribbean for a month and my tan is still nonexistent.” Charlotte sighed and smoothed her skirt, I knew it was inches above the regulation but no one was going to say anything. Charlotte’s family made too many donations to the school for them to care.

I saw Amber make her way through the crowd towards us and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Amber Seton, only daughter of Mitch Seton who owned one of the biggest department store franchises in the world. The same Amber Seton who slept with my father on the night of my seventeenth birthday party. She smiled, showing the straightest whitest teeth cosmetic surgery and thousands of dollars could get you. “Maddie! Char! It’s great to see you,” We bumped cheeks and I resisted the urge to flip her off and walk away.
Amber was a stick skinny as always, the product of spending months at a time eating nothing but celery. Her fake tan gleamed orange in the florescent lights of the hallway.

“Maddie you didn’t tan at all,” she clucked her tongue and put her hands on her jutting hips. “Such a shame,”

I smiled, my lips pulled tight across my lips. “At least I don’t spend hours in a tanning bed only to come out looking like I got a shitty spray tan.” Amber’s thousand dollar smile faltered for a second but was back on her face so quickly most people would have thought she wasn’t fazed by the comment at all.

She turned to Charlotte and pursed her lips, “Char did you gain weight?” My fists clenched by my sides as I saw Charlotte’s bottom lip quiver. Charlotte Vessy didn’t weigh a pound over ninety. Amber’s eyes lingered on Char’s stomach, “What did you do? Eat a whale while you were on vacation?” Amber’s watery grey eyes filled with fake sympathy.

“Do I look absolutely enormous?” Even though Charlotte wasn’t my favorite person in the world I still felt the need to defend her because she clearly wasn’t capable of defending herself.

“Char if you got any thinner I wouldn’t be able to see you if you turned sideways, you could be a model.” Amber snorted softly and I glared at her. Charlotte blinked the start of tears out of her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want Ray to dump me,” Ray Toro, the likeable enough rock star’s son who was Char’s boyfriend of eight months. At this rate they were likely to get married and have blonde frizzy haired babies.

“You’ll be fine,” I pointed down the hall as the bell rang, “There he is, go say hi.” I nudged her in the right direction and she waved with four fingers. I turned back to Amber, “Keep your mouth shut bitch,” Amber crossed her arms in front of her flat chest and raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow and scoffed.

“We’ll see at the end of this year who is on the front of more magazines,” She turned and flipped her long shiny brown hair back over her shoulder.

Life for me was a computer game, if you messed up you were faulty software that needed to be replaced. Everything was a constant competition; you either won or became last year’s issue. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself I needed to be at the top. I needed people to notice me and frankly I loved the attention. But what I didn’t know is that my screen was about to flash the ‘Game Over’ sign.

**VivreChem** · 10-11-2008, 07:06 PM

Argala.
It's so freaking awesome I cannot fully describe my exuberance. :D

Moonshyne · 10-11-2008, 07:32 PM

Loved the update!!

Amber is such a bitch!!

Poor Maddie everyone giving her a hard time about not having a tan. I don't tan either so I know how it feels.

Looking forward to more!!

JC_Cainstone · 10-11-2008, 07:40 PM

I really love it :D, especially the bit about her fake tan looking fluorescent in the hallway lights.