Rating: 18 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of My Chemical Romance and everything in this purely fictional and, to my knoladge, has never happened. Chapter 1 - Page 1 Chapter 21 - Page 37 Chapter 41 - Page 75 Chapter 2 - Page 2 Chapter 22 - Page 40 Chapter 42 - Page 76 Chapter 3 - Page 3 Chapter 23 - Page 41 Chapter 43 - Page 77 Chapter 4 - Page 4 Chapter 24 - Page 42 Chapter 44 - Page 79 Chapter 5 - Page 6 Chapter 25 - Page 44 Chapter 45 - Page 80 Chapter 6 - Page 7 Chapter 26 - Page 45 Chapter 46 - Page 82 Chapter 7 - Page 8 Chapter 27 - Page 47 Chapter 47 - Page 84 Chapter 8 - Page 9 Chapter 28 - Page 50 Chapter 48 - Page 85 Chapter 9 - Page 10 Chapter 29 - Page 53 Chapter 49 - Page 86 Chapter 10 - Page 12 Chapter 30 - Page 54 Chapter50 - Page 88 Chapter 11 - Page 13Chapter 31 - Page 56 Chapter 51 - Page 89 Chapter 12 - Page 18 Chapter 32 - Page 57 Chapter 52 - Page 90 Chapter 13 - Page 19 Chapter 33 - Page 60 Chapter 53 - Page 91 Chapter 14 - Page 20 Chapter 34 - Page 61 Chapter 15 - Page 23 Chapter 35 - Page 64 Chapter 16 - Page 27 Chapter 36 - Page 66 Chapter 17 - Page 28 Chapter 37 - Page 68 Chapter 18 - Page 31 Chapter 38 - Page 69 Chapter 19 - Page 33 Chapter 39 - Page 70 Chapter 20 - Page 34 Chapter 40 - Page 73+74 This is all i have so far and I'm not sure if I should continue it. Plese let me know what you think Chapter 1 I shivered in the cold night air as I leaned against the wall of a cheep bar down town somewhere. A group of men walked past me on their way for a night out. I suppressed the shivering and stared at them, hoping that my tight leather pants and fish net top concealed nothing and showed them something that they wanted. They looked and exchanged comments before passing on their way without a backward glance. This was nothing new; I was as much a part of the place as the pealing paint on the walls and probably just as attractive. But I managed to scrape by. A guy came out of the bar and grabbed my butt as he passed. I shot him a cheeky smile. I hated doing that because I got nothing in return, but sometimes it paid off and they came back for more. Youâ€™ve probably guessed that I sold my body. Iâ€™m not proud of it, but itâ€™s all I have left that I can sell. I have no friends or family any more; they all left when they found out that I'm gay. I was in a band, but the management decided I was bad for their image so they got rid of me. I have no qualifications and no one wanted to employ me. I lived in a boarded up house praying that the cops wouldnâ€™t find me and chuck me out and every night I would do what I had to to get by. It seemed like I had no choice. I was no longer the person I had once been. Frank Iero died long ago. Iâ€™d drink or do whatever poop I could get my hands on to try and forget. No wander the money ever lasted. Each night blurred into the next. But, though I didnâ€™t know it as I stood there shivering, that night would be different and it was to change my life forever.