Let Love Bleed Red [Kellic & Cashby]

Prologue

Warning: May be triggering to some people

"No!" I called to the school jock, Frank Iero, before he punched me, again.

His boyfriend, Gerard, just stood there laughing while he continued to pond on me.

"Please stop!" I managed to get out before he uppercut me, knocking me out.

I woke up a few hours later, it was now dark out, and I was covered in marker. Every inch of skin said something like 'go kill yourself', 'worthless', 'ugly', and 'fag', which was odd because Frank and Gerard were gay, but I guess I was the only one who knew that.

I took my phone out of my pocket, the screen was all cracked and broken, just like me. I checked the time quickly before running home.

Once I got there I immediately turned on the shower, making sure it was way hotter than needed, grabbed my blade, took off my clothes, and jumped in.

I took a closer look at all the words, believing every one was true. Nobody loves me. I'm fat, ugly, a fagot, worthless, and more. Nobody loves me. That's why my dad left, he didn't love me. Even my father didn't love me, so why would anyone else? More and more negative thoughts raced trough my mind.

I looked at the blade, and then back to my thigh. Without even giving it a second thought, the blade met my thigh time, and time, again. I didn't want to stop. It just reminds me that I can feel. Even if that feeling is pain, its still feeling.

People don't get why I did this, but that's becuase they haven't tried it themselves. There was something so satisfying about watching the red liquid poor out of your body. Just trickling down you skin, temporarily staining it, I loved it. The only thing I loved in this cruel world. Pain.

Even when I was a happy little child, before any of this happened, I still thought that putting the blade to my body would be fun. I wasn't wrong. I didn't start taking action in my thoughts until a few years ago, but I'm glad I did.

It distracted me from the bullying. It was the perfect get away. It was my everything.

I turned off the steaming hot water, which was burning my back. I took the towel and patted the cuts dry. I slipped on some sweat pants so they wouldn't rub the cuts as much.

I went to my room and jumped under the covers, sobbing. My mum was at work do I decided to wait until her shift ended to call her.

I cried myself to sleep for a few hours before waking up to my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID, it was my mum. Finally.

"Hello?" I slid the button to answer.

"Hey sweety, how was school?" She asked innocently.

"Can I switch?"

Her breathing stopped for a second, "why?"

"I'll tell you when you get home." Since Frank beat me up pretty bad, I was covered in bruises and cuts. Plus, I didn't even try to wash the marker off, so most of its still there.

I hope this doesn't happen when I switch schools, though I'm confident it will. I thought to myself.

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Short, but the actual chapters will be way longer.

Adios amigos!

Song recommendation, you'll find out why soon enough.

Suffer, Get Scared

Love this song <3 more people need to listen to this band.

I do not claim to own this song, it belongs to Get Scared and their record label.