A Silent Scream *MCR fanfic*

9

A week had passed with nobody but Gerard speaking to me. He kept me sane honestly. I had never really realized the severity of my dependance on socialization. I felt as though that dependance made me weak. Of course, I realized that my current thought process is likely irrational, clouded by grief and confusion, to say the least. Still, it's very difficult to argue with your own thoughts.

Perhaps Gerard only stayed with me because he felt so bad. That would make sense. I mean...he was in his twenties. Why else would he hang around some random teenager all the time? Maybe I should let him go and do whatever he wanted. Perhaps I could find someone else. Someone whose family I wouldn't be causing problems with. Someone who I knew something about. Apart from his artistic talent and the fact that he took medications, I knew nothing but trivial details. Maybe he doesn't even care about me. Maybe one of his friends dared him to trick some poor little girl.

I groaned after realizing it was a Monday. I hated school as of now. No, I didn't hate school. In fact, I had a strong passion for learning that nothing currently in existence can diminish. Far more accurately, I hated the fact that school was currently so bad for me. I suppose that since it will be over soon, I can very likely survive the rest of the year with no social interaction between myself and any students.Only a couple months were left.  

I slipped into a black dress, with corset-esque lacing up the sides, bright red tights, and black, heeled, ankle boots. I applied some black eyeliner, and smudged it so it looked almost like I was some sort of skeleton, and smeared a natural-ish pink lipstick over my lips and left. I didn't bother putting my music in, as even music couldn't make me happy at this point. As long as I could keep up appearances for the next few months, I could move away from here, and start a new life elsewhere, with no history to drag me down. I sighed and headed off to the silent torture that was school.

***

Rather than the painful silence I had expected, I got a far more aggressive greeting. This girl, who was quite obviously in middle school, walked up to me and handed me a note, then walked off, disappearing into the swarm of students. I glanced down and saw that the entire back of the page was filled with signatures. It must've been at least everybody in senior year. That was prety impressive. I unfolded it and found a full page of reasons I should go and kill myself. I'd been called worthless, a freak, insane, a fuck-up, ugly, a waste of air, a whore, a bitch, heartless, evil, and so much more.

It wasn't as if I'd never gotten a hatred-fulled note such as this before. Before it was just from younger or less attractive or intelligent people than me, and I could understand that they were simply jealous, and lashing out. This time, there were people who, in all respects, were most definitely my superior. Personally, I was constantly honest to those who were less than me. It was a definite possibility that these people were too, and this is just the truth, which I had been too deluded by happiness to realize. I shook the thoughts from my head, forced the tears that had collected back into my eyes, and crumpled up then threw away the note, knowing that people were watching for my reaction. It seemed as though I was able to act again.

***

The day had gone smoothly. Well, as smoothly as a day can go when nobody speaks to you and the majority of your grade hates you.  So, by the time schoole as over I wanted nothing more than return to my park and talk to Ge-...And listen to music. This was going to be difficult. I wasn't going to be able to not talk to Gerard. I suppose I could just let him end the relationship whenever he felt like it. I can have a friend, he can have a game. It'll work perfectly.

I put in my earbuds and let myself sink into my music. I wasn't paying any sort of attention to the real world. In fact, my eyes were closed most of the time. So imagine my shock when a hand grabs the laces on my dress and pulls me into an alley. My eyes jerked open and my earbuds fell out, phone tumbling to the ground with them. My heart was pounding. Oh god. I'm a girl. Am I getting raped? My thoughts were practically incoherent with terror. Thankfully, a fist colliding with my jaw stopped the flow of gibberish. I recognized my attacker was this guy on the football team. Strangely, a wave of relief flooded through me as I realized I was just getting beat up, not raped. Everybody knew this guy was saving it.

Then I realized two older guys were behind him, likely in college, and they looked downright evil. One seemed less horrible, but one had rings with metal spikes. It took all of my concentration to stay conscious.

***

My body was far too beaten for me to be able to move. While nothing seemed to be broken, I was still in a considerable amount of pain. I could feel the bruises forming on my face, my nose was bleeding, my lip was busted, and I had a long deep gash across my right cheek. That felt deep enough that it might scar. My arms were badly bruised, along with my stomach, ribs, and legs. Simply breathing hurt in places I hadn't known existed. So, with difficuly and a lot of groaning and yelping, I retrieved my phone from where it had fallen a few feet away and texted Gerard.

'Come get me. Alley by 127th Ave & Lilac Dr. Explain when you get here.' It took him mere seconds to read the message and send a response.

'On my way. Be there in 5. Scared for you.' My vision was blurred already, and it started darkening. No. I needed to stay awake. At least until Gerard got here. What if I had a concusion or something? Aren't you supposed to stay awake? I can never remember. I manage, somehow, to get my earbuds in, and as I listened to my music I realized that this encounter would be slightly awkward. My dress was ripped, and although it showed nothing too bad, it was more than he'd ever seen of me. I don't think about it.

I heard a car drive up. A door slammed. Someone, I think it's Gerard yelled,

"Skye! What the hell happened?" I felt arms around me, and I'm being lifted off the ground. I forced my eyes to see, and verify that it's Gerard. His mouth is moving, and I can hear him, but it sounds like gibberish. I can't possibly translate the sounds he's making into English. Maybe if I take a nap.

A blurry voice is telling me something. I think it's a story. They tell me stories, to try and wake me up. But I decided I didn't want to. I don't know how long ago that was. It's so hard to keep track of time when everything is always so glaringly white. I let my eyes drift open. I vaguely recognize the person reading. I think it's a nurse. I recognize the book too. It's a storybook, I think. Something about mice, and pumpkins. I know that I know the story, but what it actually is seems to be hidden somewhere in my mind. A new voice starts speaking, so I tune in.

"Skye. Can you hear me? Move if you can hear me." Maybe they don't understand. I can't move. They have the restraints on. They tie me down, then tell me to move. They can't truly be mental health people. Maybe I was kidnapped, and they keep me drugged. What do they do to me that I don't remember? That scares me. Just that thought. I may be hallucinating right now. I snap my eyes shut agian,a dn they start yelling about how I'm moving. I let them fade awayinto static-y background noise.