Cemetery Drive 🪦 (Frerard)

Chapter 1.

Gerard : An 17 year old, edgy kid who's just looking for an escape from his shit hold place that's called a house. His parents aren't any better.

Frank: An 18 year old kid who is outgoing, and not to mention, awfully popular. He targets a few kids like Gerard.

CHAPTER ONE
Gerard's POV:

The year was 2001, and school had just got out at usual time, and as expected, nothing new. Getting bullied and constantly abused by those around me is starting to get boring. I let people attack me now, for whatever reason at all. Being at home makes it even worse with the pestering from my mother. She told me that I am a child of sin, that is messed up in the head. She and my shit head of a father have told me numerous times that I am a sinner, and they threaten me with 'Gay Conversion Camp.' As they argue about the tiniest shit ever, I slip past them, going to Belleville's Cemetery, place for the forgotten rotting corpses under the ground. As I take everything out of my bag and begin to sketch someone, a black figures brushes past the corner of my eyes. I quickly jolt my head in said direction, not being able to find anyone from where they were standing. Suddenly, I get an unsettling feeling of being stared at, like my soul is shaking from them.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

No answer whatsoever. I called out again, and a massive figure seems to peer over me as I sit near a tombstone. As the figure comes into the small amount of light I had, it was an unfamiliar face.

"Um.. hello? Who are you."

I said in a somewhat displeased manner. I usually wasn't rude, but I was trying to enjoy my quiet time.

"What's a loser like you doing here. Fucking weird ass emo."

The way this man looked at me was.. definitely a way to make you instantly fall in love. His nose and lip piercing gleamed in the gorgeous moonlight, and the small flashlight I have. His nails are painted black, as he's wearing a Green Day shirt, with some tight black jeans that seemed to be ripped from the thigh down to his lower knee. But he was my bully. Always calling me a faggot, or some other shit. I cleared my throat, ignoring him and proceeded to finish my
drawing before going home or to a gas station. He hated me, because like my mother said, I'm disgusting, all for being gay. I couldn't even understand why people bullied me because of my sexuality.

He proceeded to hit my head, but not hard. Frank walked away, talking to a handful of people. I swiftly got up, walking away before things got worse than him hitting me softly. All I heard him say was:

"Guys, that fag is here.."

I saw them running to where I was sitting from a distance, and I began to head back to my house, where I was pulled back with my hood.

"Where do you think you're going? We aren't done with you, shit head."

His ugly friend pulled me back, and I simply had no time to get fucking destroyed for just chilling at the cemetery. I push his friend off, and quickly darted out of the cemetery. Once I made it back home, I quickly locked the door, panting heavily. And then I realized that I left my bag there.

"Hi Gerard. Where were you? You were gone for an hour."

My mom said in a chilling bittersweet tone. She was good at acting all nice.. a little too good. I rolled my eyes, heading out of the house again, before taking a deep breath as I retrieve my bag. As the wind chilled, I went back to my spot and.. My bag wasn't there anymore.

God fucking damnit. Mom isn't going to be happy.

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(Word Count: 702)

Hi there! This is just the first chapter, and I'm still experimenting with my writing style :3 lmk if you liked it by voting and liking my story ^_^

Song that I was listening to for this chapter :
The Jetset Life Will Kill You