Not Just A Fantasy (Angel)

Hair Like Dark Oceans

Gerard walked to school slower then usual, for two reasons. One, it hurt to move. And two, he was thinking about that boy from yesterday. He knew nothing about him- not even his name. But the boy didn't know his either.Still, he wanted to see that boy again, but it was a big city. He didn't know what school he went to, or if he even went to a school. He had no idea. He limped to class, barely paying attention to the lesson. He was too absorbed with the.mysterious boy. After the lesson, he had class in the other building. When he was walking across the grass, in full view, a boy walked up to him, his delicate features set in a snarl. CC, Gerard knew his name was. He had been there yesterday. Without a word, the thug walked up to him, made a fist, and punched Gerard in his still sore and bruised stomach. Hard. The poor boy doubled up, choking, unable to take a breath, and CC carried on like nothing had happened. Feeling like his lungs had collapsed, the singer finally was able to gasp in air. Closing his eyes, not caring that people could see him, he plopped on the grass, still recovering his breath, and still wincing from the pain.

Finally, he was able to shakily stand up, his morale lower then usual, and continued on to class that he was surely late too.

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Frank had been running across the town, thoughts busier then normal. He wanted to find the boy again, to at least watch him from afar, and, in the best scenario, help him. It looked like the boy received those kinds of beating regularly, and Frank felt bad for the boy. No one should be treated like that. So he had almost missed him when he had ran past the school.

But with a stroke of luck, he had turned his head, and immediately recognized the figure limping across the grass. His black hair missed, his chin low, but he never looked so beautiful to Frank. But then, a guy had walked up to the boy and randomly punched him in the stomach. Frank was too far away, but if he could, he would have ran up to help the boy. Frank had immediately tensed up watching it. He knew that yesterday, the boy had gotten hit in the stomach, and this looked incredibly painful. He felt his eyes water in sympathy for the bullied boy, even though he didn't know him. At all. But even though he so wanted to turn away, to not be a witness for this kind of brutal realness in the world, he couldn't tear his eyes away. And so, when finally the boy picked himself up, Frank simply watched with a breaking heart as he disappeared, limping, bruised, alone.

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Gerard had gotten yelled at for being late for his lesson, and he had a detention after school today, but he was too depressed to care. He skipped lunch because he didn't want to face the thugs in the cafeteria, like always, and instead spent the break in the music room. He put on some music, began singing along, and forgot everything. Forgot his life, his horrible life, and he could almost imagine himself on stage, with people cheering for him and looking up to him as someone who makes people laugh, and smile, and be happy. He could imagine that for as long as the music was playing. But then the bell rang, startling him back into reality. The reality where he had no friends, a horrible family, and was bullied and hit everyday.

So he packed up his music, and left the music room. On the way to his locker, he felt a hand on his shoulder push him into the nearest locker. He crashed into it, to weak to resist, and stood up, his body in general throbbing with pain, and his ears ringing with the laughs and jeers of the jocks. Ignoring them, he continued on to his way to his locker, being pushed two more times by the thugs that were "stealthily" following him. Getting out his books,he shut his locker and began to walk to his last lesson. But before he could, he felt himself being shoved into a empty classroom. Gerard stumbled, catching himself before he fell, and tried to shrink when he saw Andy and his thugs. Unlike yesterday, when he had wasted time talking to Gerard, Andy immediately drove a fist into his stomach. Before he could catch his breath, Jinxx came from behind and barreled into his bent back. Like this, they took turns hitting the bullied boy, until he was curled on the ground, whispering, and letting out a sob every time someone made contact with his head, his neck, his leg. Until, finally, they filed out, snickering and closed the door. Dread seeped through Gerard as he heard the lock click. It was Friday. Three days, probably, until someone found him. And so, on the ground in an abandoned classroom, the failing light outlining the bruises in his face, and everywhere his skin touched the light, the boy wrapped his arms around himself and wept.

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Frank had decided to go visit the school that the boy went to. He wanted to see if he could find the bullied boy, and then find out where he lived. If he knew that, then it would be easier to take care of the boy, or at least support him from a distance. But when he was cautiously walking up to the school, something. caught his eye. In a dark classroom,a figure was curled on the ground, limp. And Frank knew in his heart it was the boy, and so he ran up to the windows and knocked tentatively. The boy looked up, quickly, eyes wide and red, body tense, but he relaxed when he saw Frank.

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I heard a knock on the window. Maybe it was Andy coming back. Maybe he wasn't finished for today. But when I looked up, I saw an angel. My angel, black hair framing his face, and for a second I saw a halo. Floating above his perfect head, shining, but it winked out just as fast as it appeared. It was my delusional mind talking, I told myself. Relief flooding me, I watched as he unhooked the window expertly and slid into the classroom, and when he came closer, I was suprised to see shiny tear tracks on his clear skin. Why was he crying?

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Frank realized he was crying. It was just this is so sad, and he couldn't do anything about it. Nothing. But he wanted to. He wanted to help this boy that was so special. That was already lodged deep in Frank's heart, even though they had known each other for no more then a day. His mind numb, he just followed his heart. So he knelt down, and wrapped his arms around the fragile boy, and for the first time, he felt how skinny this boy was. How vulnerable. He felt the boy stiffen, but then sag against Frank, and after a moment's hesitation, he felt arms hug him in return, and a face bury into his shoulder.

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Gerard was surprised when the boy hugged him. No one had done that since years ago. And for a moment, a memory flashed through his brain. Of that boy, dressed in rags. But that couldn't be this boy. So he dismissed the thought, and finally, after years of nothing but cruel human interaction, he embraced the other boy, and emotions, too many to name overcame the bullied boy, and he started to cry.

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