• My Lover Is A Bully » Frerard • [COMPLETED]

An Irony Substance

As I walk through the heavy yellow double-doors of the entrance to school, I am relieved to hear no one shouting my name or any gasping.

It's quiet for once. Good.

I walk up to my locker, covered in punk rock shit like my favourite bands logos and all that jazz.
In the corner of my eye there's everyone in groups just chatting and gossiping. You know, making convo?

I sigh. I could do with some of that.
Not gossiping or anything, just - friends or - people to talk to.

Wait.
No, couldn't. I better off on my fucking own.
Well that's what I've been told lately anyway.

I stuff my locker with shit like any other day at hell and slam it shut, but quiet enough that I don't draw attention.
I look around to see if I had drawn attention.
Nope. I'm fine.

I walk away, feeling relieved.

I turn left and keep on walking.
I have math next.
Aw fuck. At least it's not with Mason or anything.

I'm even relieved it's not with Gerard, surprisingly enough.
Although I really want to see if his personality has changed since yesterday and that talk. Just for a brief two minutes.
Yet it still meant a lot to me.

Suddenly my neck feels as though it's been sliced off.
I am taken aback and gasp for about half a second before a hand goes over my mouth.
I almost scream like a five year old. Almost.
I can't move because I'm getting pulled into the cupboard where the cleaning stuff is.
The worst part is, I don't even know who's in here with me.
Gerard?
I hope not. Even though he means so much to me, I don't feel that much to him.

A sudden slap hits me hard across my face.
Nope, it's not Gerard.

Well maybe. I had forgotten how violent he has to be at school. Or anywhere.
But nope.

Another whack hits my cheek and affects my left eye.
Then my stomach gets hit hard. Ouch.
I keel over and feel like I'm about to die.
Tears enter my half red cheeks.

Who is it?

Then I hear Mason.
Oh god.

"This is your fucking punishment for being so fucking gay, faggot!"
He hits my stomach.

Again.

And again.

And again.

"This is to make sure you don't miss out on any other punishments when we don't have class together! Ha!"

And again.

I taste an irony substance in my mouth and that's when I realise.
I'm bleeding from my mouth.

I beg myself not to start crying or do or say something stupid.
Why me?
I really want this to fucking end already.

No honestly, I can't bear this.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up violently to be honest.
I always feel like that.
It hurts too.

And that's not even the worst part.
The worst part is when you break a bone or have to go to the first aid room because it could've been your crush.
Or maybe it's because my crush doesn't care if I die.

That's what hurts the most.
Every single fucking day.