This isn't a fashion statement, It's a tradgedy! (My Chemical Romance fanfiction)

Right, I don't want hate for this. I was hyper off coffee and I was really bored... continuing with explanation:
Onyx feels lost and alone. Her family, or, who she thought was her family, were killed in a car crash a bit ago. She was at home, taking care of the family pets for the weekend, playing music, drinking coffee, drawing, the usual. Then there's this other thing she found out after her 'parents' death, she's adopted, and always has been. One last thing, she found out that her real mum's dead, her real dad? Gerard Way, yep, that's right, Gerard Way from 'My Chemical Romance', the band who has inspired her so much and done the equivalent of keep her alive.


1. Why does my life suck? Wait? It doesn't?

Onyx's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of something ringing, then realizing that it was the phone, and the home phone at that, checked the time - 11:30pm - My first thought: 'Shit, something serious must have happened, or the clock's wrong...' My second thought: 'Why is SAW 4 on the T.V? oh, right, must have left it on last night.' Ah well.

In any case, I picked up the phone and the first thing I checked was the number, 'Dad' okaaaay, some serious shit's going down somewhere. I pressed that funny looking green button on the phone and pressed it to my ear so that I could hear whoever it was. "Hello?" I asked, it sounded more like 'yellow' but I didn't care. Until I heard the voice on the other end of the line, it definitely was not my dad. "Hello, is this miss Onyx Jade Tomkins?" the voice asked, I repeat, definitely NOT my dad. "Uhm, sorry to seem rude but who is it? I don't talk to any old randomer over the phone." I said, my slight New Jersey accent kicking in, I don't know why I had it, it just kind of cropped up where it wasn't needed, like now. "Ah, yes, this is detective Aaron Roberts, I have been asked to contact you about the sad, recent death of your adoptive parents." He said, his voice confident and clear, so sure of himself. I let out a small, nervous chuckle before answering "I don't have adoptive parents, not that I know of anyway."

There was an awkward silence as he thought about this, eventually he said "Alright then, can you please report to your local police station in the morning and we shall discuss this matter in more detail then." I nodded slightly before saying "uh, alright, 10am?" he gave a mutter of approval before putting the mobile down and cutting the line. I put the phone back on the little hub and sat in silence for a bit, thinking everything over, and when I say everything, I mean it. All of the little details in my life, trying to figure out what I had been told. I was eventually snapped back into reality by the family dog, Lexi, trying to lick my face off. "Okay, Okay, fluffle, what time is it?" I asked, shoving her off and checking the clock. Damn, 5:30am, I was up all night? Well, people saying that your life is a lie does tend to keep you up, not to mention that I naturally don't sleep much anyway...

I got up fully and went to get changed, almost kicking the dog in the face to get her out of my room in the process. I got changed into a crimson tank-top, black skinny jeans, red converse and my 'school sucks, start a band' hoodie which had my 8 zones badges attached to it. I went through my morning routine, letting the dog out, feeding her and the rabbits and fish while I'm at it, getting cereal and coffee for myself, turn on my music and start washing my dishes. By the time I'm done with just about everything, it's 7:00am and I'm holding my guitar, sat in the kitchen/diner, waiting for something to come on my i-pod that I can both play and sing to, finally, 'Scars' by Papa Roach comes on, I don't know why, but that song has always meant a lot to me and I felt a connection to the song as I sang and played along.

"I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life"

Again, I love that song like mad, and when I'm finished playing along to that, 'The Ghost of You' by My Chemical Romance comes on, I've never really been able to play that and so I go back to drawing a page of a comic I'm writing/drawing. I throw a tennis ball for the dog a few times before I realize the time, 9:00am, drawing takes up a hell of my time. I run upstairs and grab my little shoulder strap handbag, putting my purse, my phone, my eyeliner and a few hair clips in it and walking out of the door, having to walk back again for my watch, I put the dog in her bed under the stairs and lock the door before walking into town. It took me about 10mins or so to get into town so I stopped off at the nearby coffee shop for about half an hour before walking to my nearby police station, a little early but ah well.

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