Give Em' Hell, Kid

3.

|Gee's POV|
As I quietly step inside my house I notice my mom isn't home. I smirk to myself and walk to my room. You can notice how old this shack is since after every friggin step the floor boards creak.

I can't believe I'm blaming the house on how fat I am.

I walk into my room stepping over paintings, drawings, comic books, food, D&D cards etc. I throw my stuff on my black bedspread and lye down with it.

I go on my side to reach my drawer. Unsuccessfully, I fall off the bed with an 'oof' and land on my record player. Thank satan it's closed I would've cried if something ever happened to my baby.

Standing up and fixing my wrinkled Smiths shirt and black hoodie, I open my drawer. I pull out my assorted pills that are in a plastic container covered by a cloth 'smooth Gerard' I think to myself, and throw it on my evil bed.

I rummaged around my drawer full of sketching pencils, pills, razors, and spare paints trying to find something for later, to pass me out. I pull out the coke and a razor blade instead and put it on the top of the drawer. I grab the blade.

Humming a random tune I roll up my jacket sleeve and close my eyes letting the cold metal meet my wrist and swiftly swipe it harder than expected, not enough to kill me but just enough to make me have to bandage it. I do this what feels like 20 more times and rip off the gauze with my teeth when I decide I'm fully satisfied.

I roll down my jacket sleeves and put my razors back in my super secret hiding spot. I sit and look at my poster filled wall and try to find my real wallpaper since I forgot what it actually looked like. "Hey Morrissey." I chuckled after having a heated staring contest with the poster.

A random tune started in my head and I started spewing lyrics.

'Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all

I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling'

Um what was that.

Just think happy thoughts. I shook it off and took the bottle of vodka and chugged it until it was less than half full. I smirked slightly and took a dungeons and dragons card from the floor and took out a $20 and snorted that coke D&D style.

Wow Gerard...
Sawg fag much?

I opened and closed my eyes and stretched out my nose that was apparently bleeding. I walked over to my MP3 dock and put my music on shuffle and Iron Maidens Fear Of The Dark comes blaring through the speakers.

I grimaced at the sharp pain that went through my head and turned down the player. laying back on i bed I start to think about today's events:

Wake up
Spill coffee allover while walking to school
Got my head smashed into a locker by some asshat
Go to liquor store and get stalked in the process

Yep, seems like the norm to me. Well. Excluding that weird stalker person. Shaking it off I start to sleep right when "Siva" by The Smashing Pumpkins comes on and with all of the love and hip thrusts that follow my not so random outburst because HELLO THIS IS BILLY FUCKING CORGAN!!¿ I eventually stop the hip thrusting party and go back to sleep after the song finishes.