There's Beauty In Blood

A Day Like Any Other

Gerard's P.O.V.

Unwillingly my eyes slowly opened to the sound of my alarm clock blaring like a police siren "why does it have to be-" I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and uttered bitterly "Monday" the word tasted like some rancid poison in my mouth.

Automatically my legs swung out of the mess that people would refer to as a bed and I stood up, scanning the room with narrowed eyes I attempted to locate my prison- I mean school uniform. After several minuets of searching for my clothing i found my target; buried underneath a mountain of clothes, books, comics and CD's resided my uniform. Lazily i trudged over to it and scooped them up from the bottom of the pile and threw them on adjusting them a little just so i looked some what socially presentable. Quickly i grabbed my big black coat and walked to the mirror putting it on carefully making sure it covered up this scar i had on my neck; it wasn't self harm or anything, I've just always had it...I think. Turning my head to face my table i spotted my eyeliner and snatched it up and began applying it carefully, my eyeliner to me is like what god is to Christians it is the almighty of the emos. Finally i finished and stepped back taking in my reflection "you look fine" I mumbled "you don't hate yourself" i inhaled and forced a smile "today will be different" i let out my breath sighing in defeat; I couldn't even lie to myself anymore "who am i kidding, you look like a faggot, you do hate yourself and today will be no different to any other" I groaned and took up my bag shouldering it and exited the bomb site which was once a bedroom and began walking up the stairs as slow as i possible.

Upon reaching my assent up the broken stairs to the main floor of the house I aimlessly wandered into the kitchen still in the sleep deprived state I was every single day. I glanced at the clock and saw i had time to have some coffee so I grabbed a cup and made myself some. Frantically I gulped down my drink despite it being piping hot, I liked it better that way I could feel the liquid traveling down my body and settling in my stomach filling me with a warmth that nothing else could come quite close to. Thudding footsteps came from above me "Oh shit" i hissed under my breath, my mother had woken up. My mother and I didn't get along to say the very late; she blamed me for my father leaving and she was probably right he just left one day and i haven't seen him since but who knows and who cares, not me.....well not very much anyway. I chucked my mug in the sink and got to the door pulling on my boots just as she reached the foot of the stairs and shot me a glare a fiery hatred burning in her eyes. Swiftly I opened the door and was just about to leave when i caught wind of her hissing spitefully under her breath "faggot" I shot her a look of anger and yelled in my -girl I give zero shits right now- voice "bitch I might be!" I slammed the door leaving her open mouth and darted down the street to my school Greenwood High.

The tall rusted gates loomed above me and I gulped looking through them seeing Billie Joe, Pete and Brendon stood waiting for their rag doll aka me to enter there domain. Cautiously I glanced around and caught sight of a tall, dark and handsome man walking into our school car park, I admired the details of his face best i could from the rather large distance that stood between us. After a few moments I managed to pick out his big piercing blue eyes and the way his dark blackish brown hair fell slightly in them. I would of stared for all eternity if I could of, I was utterly transfixed by his presence that i ended up being shoved into the gates by some group of jocks. Shaking my head I tried to clear my thoughts of the man and looked for one last glance but he was gone. Admitting defeat I sulked through the gates with my head down, big mistake. Being the klutz I am I walked right into Billie Joe and I gasped as he grabbed me by shirt and through me into the wall "I might of left you alone Way but no you can't even stop me wanting to kill you" he growled through gritted teeth "n-no" i whimpered and writhed under his grip "please Billie I-I'm so sorry" i practically begged him and he threw me to the ground kicking me sharply in the ribs and i yelped in pain "have your fun with gay boy guys" Billie smirked slyly at my pain as he saw me recoil into a fetal position and Brendon and Pete began to kick the shit out of me from every angle they could get at me from.

//This is just a short chapter obviously it'll get more in depth later. Hope you enjoyed chapter one, chapter two coming next week hopefully

-XOAmber