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The grip of a soft pencil crumbles and the particles rise upwards, but still, a thin dark trace remains on the wrinkled paper. Gerard knew exactly where the graphite was leading on the spaceship, but let's be honest, he didn't care anymore. He sometimes looked into a small round window where Way saw only one void — in time he stopped noticing something special, fascinating in this black space. The soul is embraced by something as dark, big and transparent — sadness. It is inevitable. Gerard feels...

Terrible stories about the monster under the bed scared the six-year-old boy Gerard. He believed in the most ridiculous nonsense that his younger brother Mike had told him. He said he never believed in these fairy tales. One dark night, Mike heard sounds. Either it was somebody's footsteps in a quiet apartment, or... Or what? Of course, it was a monster under the bed! And this little monster from under the bed climbed onto Mike's bed itself. - You scared me, Gerard! - Whispering, the boy was scared to death...

The whole small room with a huge sofa was filled with squeaks and phrases similar to requests for forgiveness. Gerard was sitting on that couch, with Frank next to him making all those sounds. Way had headphones in his ears that made him feel like he wasn't being listened to at all, even if he wasn't — in fact, Way was listening to him very carefully and barely holding back his smile, because Iero now looked like a dog who apologized, whimpered and looked at him with pitiful eyes. Of course, Jer...

Frank's been a photographer for years, and he definitely liked what he's doing. He liked to make some adjustments to the makeup of the girls (and the guys as well) by touching too many blushes on his face with a brush and whipping off the extra pink powder and sequins. He liked to buy new decorations to fulfill his client's little wish, and take photos that surpassed any expectations. He liked to pick out the right outfits for the models, suitable for the face, place and shape. Now he was standing...

It's not like Gerard Way ever cared about the content he put into his Instagram account. Fans were delighted with everything from the usual blots or simple sketch to the photo of the new issue of The Umbrella Academy. And even though hundreds of thousands of likes and millions of comments under each photo were certainly exciting, pleasant and warm to him, it was not what he needed for complete happiness. Because in order for this happiness to be really complete, he needed one single liking and one single comment from one single user...

A black starry sky stretches over the sleeping city. It seemed as if another breath, another sip from the bottle, would take both of them away. She'll just eat it alive, without the "who you really are"? Especially teenagers. Especially at night. Especially sitting on the edge of the skyscraper. - "Look, over there," - Frank pointed out somewhere far away, where the night was no longer so calm and pithy: a lot of lights were moving at an increasing rate in our direction, and sirens to the pain of familiar cars pierced its loudness all the beauty of calm...

He draws pictures. They are as horrible as they are realistic. He doesn't pay attention to him. Smear after smear, hands, eyes, a couple of eyes, unnaturally long fingers. He draws pictures. Such horrible, as unusual as they are. His coffee has long cooled down, the paper glass continues to get wet. Smear by smear, and here, your fear turns into a picture. He draws pictures. And it's so impassive as it is talented. *** He wakes up in a cold sweat again, missing a dream in his head. He dreams of an artist again...

Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. is definitely the best man on this planet. He is my oldest and best friend, who will never mind being replaced for a while. His extreme anger is clicking and kicking on the floor. Frank accepts any situation, no matter how scary it is, and just lets it through him, don't let it hurt his soul. We've been through a lot together. We never broke up. Every Friday after work, we used to take drinks and sit on the balcony, watching the stars, dreaming of anything other than a "normal" life, because "normal life" isn't what we call it...

Frank never liked to talk about his family. They were religious fanatics, and now and then they were telling his son how to live, he was tired of telling him how to live, he got sick of being told how to live, he got sick and tired of being always decided for him, he got tired of being an obedient boy of his parents, a puppet in their hands, and one day he decided to run away, It happened after he found out how his parents treated same-sex relationships, his father was a strong supporter of traditions...

The smell of coffee and freshly cooked instant noodles spread throughout the small kitchen in a caravan. My Chemical Romance have been driving around America with “Three cheers for sweet revenge” tour for several weeks now, giving concerts in small clubs. A "house" like this had a small space and they always needed to pour water into large tanks on the roofs from somewhere. There were only two “rooms” here: a kitchen with a toilet room, and a living room with a small sofa, a long table and closets along the adjacent wall with wide shelves under the ceiling...