Scars Will Fade, But Memories Don't (Frerard/Ferard)

Scars Will Fade, But Memories Don't

Fuck School!

Fuck Friends!

Fuck Living!

Just Full On Fuck Life!!

Have you ever felt like no one cares for you, no one listens to you and do you ever think 'why was i even born?', well thats pretty much is my life in one short sentnce!

Franks POV

Its now five minutes till New Years, I walk into my pitch black room and reach under my bed to find my old, brown shoe box. I opened it to find a bloody rag with a sharp knife sitting on top. Pulling my jackets sleeve up my arm, I pick up my knife, sitting it against my wrist. I look at my phone and count down...

"5,4,3,2,1..... HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEAR!"

I push the knife harder on my wrist causing deep slits on my arm as tears of pain run down my face.

"2013...... New year, but still the same old fucking life!"

I grabbed the bloody rag and put it on my wrist, stopping the blood from running down my arm. As it stopped I pulled my sleeve back down and hopped under the covers off my bed, hearing my drunken parents walk though the door of our house.

Sigh.......

I then fell asleep thinking 'great, new year of school (torture, more like) tomorrow, Yaaayy.....'

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"Com'on sweety, you have school, get up!" I heard my mum say softly. I waited until she shut my door to get out of bed.

I sat on the side of the bed, feeling the blood flow through my legs to my feet. Sadly I had to get ready for school. After having a shower, brushing my hair and teeth, I packed my bag for the day.

Mum then called me down to the kitchen, I walked down the stairs, said my goodbyes to my parents, grabbed the coffee mum made me and headed out the door.

I saw these two girls that I have never seen before standing at the bus stop. I walked over and they just stared at me, making me feel awkard. 'Here we go again' I thought, as the bus scooted around the corner.

The bus pulled over, I waited for the girls to get on before i did.

Such a gentlemen.

I walked on to see everyone sitting up the back of the bus except for this one guy that must be new. He had long black hair and beautiful hazel eyes with pale skin.

He looked up at me and half smiled until a guy called out "Hey guys look, here comes our favourite emo", everyone laughed except for the pale guy, he just looked up the back and shook his head desrceetly.

I sat about three seats back from the front. I then put in my earphones blasting Green Day out of them to hide the sound of laughter behind me.

Eventually we got to school, I waited for everyone to get off before me as usual, whilst getting glares from everyone as they walked pass.

I stood up getting ready to get off when the guy with the hazel eyes walked pass me with a friendly smile.

I smiled back then walked off the bus. Everyone looked at me as I walked pass them through the quadrangle.

I then ended up out the back where I usually sit, no one to be seen.

I sat down, opened my bag and got out a cigarette then lit it, taking small puffs from it.

I drew back once more then stood up and crushed it under one of my plain black converse. Smoke flowing out of my mouth.

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