Dark Angel // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Two: All Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me

Song: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

Chapter Two: All Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me

Angel.  

Walking into the dark kitchen, I quickly searched for the light switch until I finally found it. I flipped the switch and jumped back in surprise once I saw my mother's short figure quietly staring out of the kitchen's window. Silence continued to fill the kitchen as I walked towards the fridge. I wasn't really hungry so I just decided to go with the usual cup of orange juice.  

Once I finished pouring the orange juice in the cup. I quietly walked towards the table and sat down on the wooden chair. I continued quietly watching my mother's movement- well, the lack of movement. She just stood there staring out the window. I didn't have to look at her face to know that she had a blank expression on.  

It was like this every single day. Every morning, I would come into the kitchen to find my mother staring out of the window. It started happening a couple of weeks after Oscar's death. One time, I had the courage to ask her why she always staring out the window. Her reply was short but also heartbreaking. She told me that she was 'waiting for Oscar to come home with dad'.  

Usually, by the time I get home from school, mum is lying in her bed. I know she eats and sleeps but I'm still worried about her. I try to talk to her but she never responds to me. She hates me, for many reasons. The two main reasons being that I look so much like my father that it kills her to even look at me. The other reason being that she blames me for Oscar's death.  

After I finished my orange juice, I quietly placed the cup in the sink before starting towards the door. As soon as I stepped out of the house, my anxiety started to rise quickly. Thankfully, I had the option of walking or riding the bus to school. Of course, I chose walking over riding a bus full of ignorant and rude people.  

Hopefully, I'll be able to calm down before I arrive at Dulaney High.  

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I took a deep breath as soon as stepped into the school's campus. Some people love attention, they'll do anything for it but not me. Definitely not me. I try and avoid attention as much as possible but somehow, the harder I try to avoid attention, the more I seem to receive. Whether it'd be positive or negative attention, all attention is bad for me. I absolutely hate it.  

I couldn't help but look down at the ground as I quickly headed towards the building's entrance. Since I've been gone for so long, the school changed my classes but my locker is still the same.  

After I picked up me new scheduled from the office. I quickly scanned the paper and felt my breathing hitch once I saw I had gym this semester. I don't hate gym, in fact, I think out of all of my seven classes, gym is the one I'm going to be looking forward to but only for one specific reason. That reason being the gym teacher, Ms. Jenner.  

Ms. Jenner is probably one of the nicest, funniest and kindest teacher I've ever met. She used to teach gym at my old middle school and that's when I met her. My first thought of her was that she was going to be a fun teacher, in which she was but that's not the only reason why I love Ms. Jenner so much.  

I still remember that day like it had happened yesterday. The day I told Ms. Jenner about my self harm.  

*Flashback* 

All the girls headed back outside into the gym while I stayed there inside the locker room, clinging on to my sweater as if my life depended on it. I don't want to change, I can't change because if I change, everyone will see them. Everyone will see my scars.