This Is How I Dissapear

6

I despise that number.

That number reminds me of him.

Him, the one who I am meant to call my father. The one who is supposed to be there for me every day.

The one who left me.

To wake up the morning of my 6th birthday, only to learn that he is gone. Gone and never coming back.

We used to be so close, him and I. I’ll admit it I was a Daddy’s girl, daddy’s little princess.

I remember following him around everywhere he went. Looking up to him, thinking he was
supreme, thinking that no one was as great as he was.

That was then, this is now.

Now eight years later, my views of Gerard Way have taken a severe change for the worst.