Early Sunsets Over Newark

We hit the road. Days went by. White Lines seemed infinite. Gerard grew more suspicious of Zacky and I, and Frank tried to become my new best friend to get the dirt for Gee. I clouded myself around old movies, and watching the boys play shows. I tried not to cry anymore, tried not to feel guilty. Before I could realize it, a month had passed and I no longer had a regret. I had done what I had set out to do. I had freed Sam from her abusive mother, I had offered her all that I could provide and more, and if that was not enough then she did not understand. I wrote more, I composed every night after everyone was asleep. I made new synth sounds on my keyboard and kept my journals private from now on. I didn't have anyone to share much of anything with. I shared my body with Zacky, my clothes with Jimmy, my make-up with most of the boys, and all I had left was my heart. I had decided that I would no longer wear it on my sleeve. Instead, I would keep it in my chest, locked away.