And If You Believe

Chapter One

   Gerard stalked home, ignoring the rain streaming down his face, mixing with his tears. He heard a crack of thunder, fear stirring deep inside his stomach before he pushed it away. He needed to get home. That was all that mattered to him right now.

   He looked back on his day, feeling the nausea come return. He knelt down in the rain, not caring that it was the middle of the road, or that it was slowly becoming dark. The moon was rising, and so was Gerard's panic.

   He had just been writing. Nothing wrong, nothing cruel- nothing to deserve having his sleeves ripped up, showing off fresh weeping scars to all of his classmates. It was ridiculous. Gerard was tough, he could handle being shoved into a locker, he could handle being punched, but he couldn't handle his teacher and the entire class mocking him.

   Oh, how they had laughed. Their perfect, makeup covered faces jeering and mocking him. Gerard... oh, he lost it. Gerard had always thought that he was insane, but what he did proved him right once and for all. He had reached in his bag without thinking, and grabbed the long blade he kept in there, hidden from sight. All it had taken was a few quick slashes with the silver blade until it turned crimson, and everyone had run from the room. Gerard had jumped out the window, and now... well, now he was here.

   Gerard didn't know how any of this had even really happened. He had just been lost in that fairy tale that he was writing, where a prince and his friends overthrew the king. How typical. Until Gerard started writing too much, and too deeply. Now he couldn't read his fairy tale. It was too honest. His classmates had stopped him from finishing it anyway.

Gerard reached into his backpack, and pulled out his notebook, now stained and dripping black ink everywhere from the rain. He crawled off the road, notebook in hand and dragged his backpack along behind him. He found a tree to the side of the road, and sat under it. He had no energy for anything else, except for his eyes to continue leaking eyeliner- stained tears.

Gerard retrieved the cursed blade from his bag, along with his medication, realizing with a grim smile that he had forgotten to take it that morning. He concentrated on the bottle: should he do it? He had nothing to lose. All that mattered to him was his fairy tale. It was the one place where he could stay happy.

He poured the bottle into the palm of his hand, and counted them out. 27. That was sure to work, right? If blood loss didn't anyway.

Gerard quickly swallowed the pills, and grabbed the razor. Beads of blood popped up, perfect and crimson red. Gerard sighed, and clutched onto the fairy tale.

After several minutes Gerard began to feel woozy. He could just make out a tall, lanky figure running towards him, and he could swear he heard shouting.

"Gee, Gee, wait please..."

It sounded like Mikey. Gerard felt a twinge of regret, but he had no time left. He mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' before he passed out and rolled over, and thin stream of blood staining the notebook.

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AN: HI so this was short but I put a lot of effort into it and I hope you like it! If you did, I would really appreciate feedback, comments, and votes! Next chapter things start to get moving so stay tuned, stay street, and stay unlit! (((Twenty One Pilots reference yasss)))

Deanna