THE BLACK PARADE.

Teenagers.

Gerard|

He didn't mind being in a room full of excessive amount of scary teenagers. Like totally.

Of course not. For the past eight years, he was used to it. Getting kicked out of class because of not paying attention. Meanwhile there are scumbags behind him who are totally hooking up with the slutty cheerleaders in the corner of the room and the teacher would give no crap and just pinpoint Gerard, oh so silent little angel Gerard, to get out of the class because he was "disturbing" his "class" with his "peculiar actions"

Yeah, like sucking each other's faces off isn't a disturbance to the class.
Like really, what is wrong with everyone?

"Mr. Way, get out of my class now."
And with the stern tone of his professor Mr. Hurley (or is it? Honestly Gerard didn't care) gestured to the door near his table. Gerard picked up his bag lying lazily across the floor, and made his way outside.

And for the sixth time he was kicked out of class in one day, Gerard took out his sketchpad to draw something, just something. He couldn't help but cringe though, and sigh when he remembered the jockeys' faces when he walked out the door.

Gerard always knew the teachers didn't like him, no, well everyone in town doesn't like him. He was a walking freak show ever since the day Mama was sent to the asylum. Everyone in town was brainwashed to believe that lack of sanity was hereditary. Especially the people in the church, who by the way, controls the whole town and now the people of New Haven treat Gerard like dirt and he can't complain about it. And he can't pretend anymore that he doesn't mind. He wants to have friends like everybody else. He tries to be normal, he tries so hard but he's just not.

He's scared of associating with other human beings as well, especially teenagers. Ah the thought of just talking to one of them eye to eye terrifies Gerard in so many levels. Not that he thinks they're, like their faces are terrifying, it's just he's been through so many things that include teenagers and most of those experiences aren't quite so lovely. With all their drugs and booze and sex, Gerard wanted friends but when he looks at them his better judgement tells him to better not do that socializing thing, and they wouldn't take Gerard as anything anyway so yeah, that is Gerard Way's social status in a nutshell.

Oh well.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find someone as messed up, as broken and as lonely as him, but as what he sees in this hell-bound four walled shithole, everyone and he means everyone belongs to a clique. Everyone except him of course.

He feels like he's cursed, or something. Like one of his ancestors fucked a goat once and his ancestor didn't knew that that goat was satan and now he has to make a bargain and Gerard's social vibe was the goose to be sacrificed.
Maybe that's it.

Or maybe he has to erase that thought of his ancestor fucking a goat, oh god.

Gerard mentally slapped himself, he really wanted to literally but there are some few people out in the hallway already and them seeing Gerard slap himself for no reason wouldn't help his all time low record of being socially accepted.

He just laughed for no reason and buried his face in his palms. Once he erased that mentally scarring image of his ancestor, Gerard stirred up from where he was seated. He then absentmindedly adjusted his gray beanie and once done, his hands were soon buried in the pockets of his black denim jacket.

He walked to the end of the hall, in no attempt to go anywhere he just moped back and forth and whistled a tune that just came up to his mind. Eventually he felt cold, he wrapped his arms around himself for a moment. It was nearing winter season, he liked it not only because he likes snow, but also because Christmas break will come soon. And he'd be more than happy to get out of this shithole even if it's just temporary. Everyone and everything just makes him feel like shit and every single day he just wants to kill himself, but his faith in life isn't really gone and death is probably inevitable so he might as well just wait for it. He just feels like shit, that's all.