Blackheart High (18+)

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Gerard's POV

At home...

The three of us stand in silence, just looking at each other. I couldn't believe what he just said.

"...... Are you kicking me out?" I ask. I watch my mother set down her glass and stand up from where she was, looking shocked.

"Is that not what I said? You clearly know what you want, right? You wanna be an adult and make adult decisions right?" He asks me rhetorically.

"Donald wait-" My mom begins to protest. But he brushes her off.

"No Donna. Your son is a man, so let him be a man." He says shrugging indifferently.

I know I haven't been getting along with my parents lately, at most they annoy me. But throwing me on the street over not wanting to go where they want me to? It almost felt like in that moment ...... they didn't give a shit about me.

"You're asking me to make a decision for my entire life standing right in front of you right now to keep a roof over my head? Are you serious?" I exclaim.

"It's your choice Gerard." He says, staring blankly.

I don't know why.... but my eyes filled up with tears. All my anger, all my regret, all my straining of my feelings..... it just fell out on to the floor in front of me.

"You know what? Fuck it. I don't care what happens to me. I'm out of here." I say strongly, with my voice shaking in between my tears.

I start stomping my way up the stairs and barge into my room. I grab a bag from my closet and start stuffing it with clothes vigorously. I had to get out if here. Cause if I didn't, I was gonna say some shit I was gonna regret for the rest of my life.

In the midst of my packing, mother walks in, honestly looking more concerned now than she ever did. I brush past her as she stands in the doorway watching me.

"Gerard please don't do this, let's talk about this please." She says, begging at this point. I ignore her as I go into my bathroom to get my toiletries.

She tries to put my stuff back my drawers from my bag, but I take them from her hands and put them back in.

"Gerard please....." She says beginning to cry. It slows me down a little, but I switch right back into my manic mode.

"Your father is just upset right now give him time to cool off and maybe he'll let you stay-"

"He just said he didn't want me here, so I'm leaving." I say quickly, getting irritated at this point.

"But Gerard I don't want you t leave you don't know whats out there-" She starts to stay. I quickly turn around, cutting her sentence off. I had enough.

"BUT YOU DIDN'T STAND UP FOR ME DID YOU? WHEN HAVE YOU EVER STOOD UP FOR MOM?!" I scream at her through my tears. "WHY GIVE A SHIT NOW?"

I watch her back away towards the door, her pupils dilating, out of what I thought was fear. But it wasn't fear....

It was guilt.

She always had a soft spot for me, but she had an even softer spot for my father. She waited until my breaking point to to empathize for me.

"That's what I thought." I quietly say to her.

I push past her once again this time with my stuff in hand, leaving the house for what felt like would be the final time. I didn't even look at my father, who was standing in the kitchen, staring me down heartlessly.

I didn't know where I was going or what I was gonna do.

But I wasn't welcome here anymore.

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