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i'm a HUGE fan of mcr, but i still don't know what the thing about gerard writing very much alive on his neck! will someone please tell me what it means, and why he wrote it?!!!!

my first ever fan fic, so please don't leave any bad comments. and ya, i know it's not very good.
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PETE’S P.O.V.

Ever wonder how our song 7 minutes in heaven got it’s name? Well, despite everything you’ve heard, I know the truth..........You see, I’m a vampire, and so is the rest of the band. Most people got everything wrong about vampires, but I’m not going to get started. Okay, so anyway, we have to have at least one gallon of blood per week, and of course, I push it to the limit all the time.

It was Friday the 13th of February. I hadn’t had any blood all week, and there was a gig tonight. I’d been sleeping for who knows how many hours, when I heard Patrick scream in his whiniest voice “get your lazy ass up Pete!” , and then, suddenly jump on me. I moaned, and kicked him as hard as I could. He fell to the ground with a hard thump. “Why???” I pleaded. “ The gig starts at 8:00 and it’s 6:00 now dumbass, and we all know how long it takes your gorgeous self ready.” He replied smirking.

I drug my feet as I walked to my closet. I had gotten skinnier after not having blood in a week, so I pulled out my smallest jeans. Along with them, I chose a plain black t-shirt, and some old scuffed up converse. I glanced over at the clock, and now it was 6:30. After slowly getting dressed, I went to the bathroom, and put on a thin line of eyeliner. Now I’m ready I thought to myself, even though I wasn’t. I went to the table in the bus and sat down next to Patrick. “Are you ready to go?” he asked. “As ready as I’m gonna be.” I replied.

As I sat waiting for us to go on, I thought about the meaning of our songs. The first one that came to mind was 7 minutes in heaven, because I knew it was our opening song. I sung the lyrics in my head as I thought about what they actually meant, and what other people thought they meant…..

(It’s written by me, about me)





I’m sleeping my way out of this one: I’m sleeping again, because it gets rid of the horrible feeling of not having blood.

With anyone who’ll lie down: anyone that I can trick into thinking that I want them will lie down alright, but they’re not getting what they think they are.

I’ll be fixated on one star: when she regains consciousness , I’ll lie to her, and tell her it was the best, and I want to keep seeing her, so I’m with the same person, and the same blood, till she has none left.

When the world is crashing down: I’m passed out, and my world is crashing down till someone realizes I’m not the drunk type of passed out, and gets me some damn blood.

I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself, I’m not the desperate type: I’m not desperate……ok, well when I haven’t had blood in over a week, yeah, I guess I get a little desperate.

You’ve got me looking through blinds: While I’m staying out of the blinding light, I’m looking for you through my blinds.

Sitting out dances on the wall: I miss out on a lot of stuff because I’m a vampire, and feel like shit half the time.

Trying to forget everything that isn’t you: Even though I know it’s stupid, because I don’t care about you, I end up thinking of you anyway.

I’m not going home on my own: I’ll find a way to get you home with me.

Cause I don’t do to well on my own: I run out of blood on my own without you.

The only thing worse than not knowing, is you thinking that I don’t know: I don’t remember that being there at first. Patrick prolly added it.

I’m having another episode: I’m out again

I just need a stronger dose: I just need A LOT more blood




I was deeply thinking, when I was interrupted. “Pete? Pete? Earth to Pete! Come on! It’s time to go out!” I heard. “Is he in a freakin trance?!” Patrick asked, and I could start to hear the anger in his voice. For some reason, I just couldn’t snap back into reality. The next thing I knew, the right side of my face was stinging, and I was looking in a different direction. I turned my head around to see an a pissed off Patrick grab my arm, and practically drag me out onto the stage. “bitch.” I mumbled under my breath.

As soon as we were on stage, Patrick was talking to the crowd. All of a sudden, I started feeling light-headed, and my knees felt like they were going to cave in, and I was going to fall flat on my face. I could feel myself start sweating like crazy, and looked over at Patrick, who looked just fine. He glanced at me at the same time. He quickly walked over to me. “Are you alright? You’re more pale than I’ve ever seen you before.” “I dunno…les start playin….k?” I replied quietly noticing all my words were slurred together. Then Patrick walked back over to the middle of the stage.
“ Our first song tonight is 7 minutes in heaven” Patrick announced. We started the fast song, and right after the guitar entrance, I started to notice that I was loosing all feeling in my legs. “Oh shit” I mumbled to myself. And that was it……
The last thing I heard was “I’m sleeping my way out of this one”, right before black patches started showing up everywhere. Soon after the black patches, I stopped fighting myself, and just gave in.
Everything seemed to be getting smaller, like it was closing in on me. It started at the edge, and the black crept inward, making it to where I could barley see. As I fell to my knees, the darkness completely took over.

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