RachxIero

I first started to become a fan when me and my best friend, Marley, spend the night in her closet while we were listening to MCR from her bedroom. At the time, I was a diehard rap music fan. But, in that night, something clicked. The next day, I found myself a changed person. I started to become addicted to them. I ditched everything I knew, from my clothes to friends. Marley and I became inseparable from then on. But when we both moved away that following year, everything was different. I wouldn't want to go to school, because I knew she wouldn't be there. I didn't hang out with the kids in my neighborhood, because they weren't her. At that point, I got severely depressed. I knew we would never see each other again, because she moved to another continent. I started thinking that I had no hope for happiness. I then became a cutter, thinking about her every slit. I was suicidal as well, and had to be hospitalized for that. When I was in that psych ward, I didn't stop listening to My Chemical Romance. That's all I did. I thought of all the good times Marley and I had together just talking about Frank. I remembered that time we ran from the cops and then said our theme song was Disenchanted. After that stay, I got better. I still had my urges, relapses and thoughts, but they were nothing compared to before. I still keep in contact with Marley, yet I have told her none of this. She has no idea that the band she introduced me to saved my life.