A Silent Scream *MCR fanfic*

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The tense silence that ensued seemed to last for hours. Eventually, Mikey broke that silence,
"Skye?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you here? In bed? With my brother?"
"If ever there was a long story."
"Okay, just. Did you sleep with him?"
"No."
"Okay. Don't. Please. And Gerard, I'll be walking today." He left, slamming the door. Horrified, I glanced at Gerard, who seemed to not care at all. He smiled at me and asked,
"Want a ride to school?"
"No thanks, I prefer walking." He muttered something then went back to sleep. I went to change into my old clothes, then realized that my shirt was nowhere to be seen. The band shirt I was wearing is too big on me to be considered acceptable by Stacey and Tracey. So I went over to Gerard's dresser and looked around for a few minutes before finding a shirt my size, which advertised a band I hadn't ever listened to. As long as nobody called me out on it, I should be fine. I pulled on his shirt then headed out, plugging in my earbuds and talking a longer route, to avoid even the chance of seeing Mikey. Honestly, I was almost scared to. I knew he could resort to violence, and I had a preference for not being punched. As strange as that seemed. 

I succeeded in avoiding Mikey, but the minute I arrived at school I'm greeted with a new problem. Not a single one of my friends greeted me, or even acknowledged my existence. When I went up to initiate some kind of conversation with Tracey and Stacey, they simply ignored me. I returned to my long-lost nervous habit of biting my lower lip. Had I done something? I blurted,

"Are you guys mad at me? What did I do?" Tracey scoffed, flipped her hair and explained snottily,

"Well. We just don't want to be seen like you are. You know...mentally unstable?" She whispered the last two words, and I'm sure the shock  covering my face was in no way hidden. I kept my voice low,

"I'm not mentally unstable."

"I have proof honey. For one...your hair. I mean, you look like one of those emos. We can't be seen with an emo! We're cool. Plus...we saw you hanging out with that Gerard person. Everyone knows he's some kind of a murderous psycopath. And it's obvious that he's mentally unstable. I mean, have you seen him?" Anger seemed to be pumping through my veins. I wasn't anywhere near as angry as I could get; the anger wasn't fury yet. I didn't bother taking any kind of calming deep breath before I let the words flow out of my mouth, clipped and angry,

"Gerard isn't crazy. And even if he was, which he isn't, he has never and will never hurt me. If anyone's a psychopath it's you two. You're friends with me for years, and you can just leave me without a second thought because I changed my hair color? It begs the question, what are you? Because no human is that heartless." It was obvious my words stung and I left immediately, leaving the conversation hanging, so tense and painful it was nearly tangible.

*****

It seemed that Tracey and Stacey ran the school. There wasn't a single student willing to talk to me. Not even those without anybody else to talk to. Of course, I was acting as though everything was perfectly fine. At least nobody voiced their hatred. But still, an entire school giving you the silent treatment isn't the dictionary definition of fun and good times, is it? I couldn't pull myself into student mode, so I had to suffer through the entire day fully aware of what was happening. 

I just wanted to go home. Not to the playground, or Gerard's house. To my home, with my Mom and Dad and my darling sister. With the comfy bed and all the little nooks and crannies I had had memorized as long as I could remember. I walked by. The area was all cleaned up, and they were building a new house. I don't know why, but that pushed me off the edge.

I sprinted to the playground, and clambered into my makeshift bed. I could barely see, my eyesight distorted through the mass of tears and finally I let them fall, streaming down my face almost unnaturally quickly. I realized that I was going to soak Gerard's shirt, and peeled it off. Still crying, I rummaged through the bins, looking for a shirt. Eventually I just settled on a hoodie instead. Somehow, the tears weren't stoppng, or slowing. It seemed like I was choking on the urge to scream out; to voice my misery. So I did. I screamed and wailed and sobbed as loudly as I could, not caring if anyone heard, or worried. 

Half an hour later, I was still crying just as much, but quietly. Then, I felt arms snake around my waist, pulling me into someone's lap. I knew from the familiar scent that it was Gerard, and I didn't bother trying to stop the ters. He would understand. 

And he did. For the entire hour that I cried, he stayed with me. He didn't try to calm me down, or lie and say everything was or would be fine. He would just hug me, and comfort me with his mere presence. 

When I finally stopped crying completely, Gerard hugged me tightly, and murmured in my ear,

"It's okay that you aren't okay. We can get better together. Deal?" I closed my eyes, melting into the hug and whispered,

"Deal."

***

He didn't even try to get me to go over to his house. Either he didn't want me there, or he understood that I needed to be somewhere I considered home and right now, as sad as it seems, this playground was the closest thing. Thankfully, he didn't leave either. In fact, he had pajamas with him.  I was definitely confused, but I didn't think much of it as I snuggled down into him, exhausted enough that my thoughts were already starting to slow. Right before I drifted into dreamland, it hit me. He never planned on going home, so he brought pajams. He didn't even want to go home. Because he was fighting with Mikey. Because of me. 

A bright light shines through my closed lids. Then the light sharpens, and I know my eyes are open. I'm still stuck here. Unable to move. Blinded by the white. I hate it here. It hurts. I can't do anything. I feel weak, and sick.They try to get me to wake up. I don't. One time I woke up. Just for a little. I don't know if I want to wake up. Then I'd always have to see the white. I don't like it. I think I'll stay asleep. They can't make me wake up. Right?

A/N

Sorry! I know it's short. I was gonna make it longer, but I just really liked how it ended right there. It was cool. Anyways...Tell em if you;d prefer I didn't have A/N's at the end of the chapter, or if you like them, pleeeeeease! Oh, btw, thank for over 100 views! Love ya!