Months passed, each passing day exactly the same as yesterday. I had no desire to live at all. I'd wake up every morning, drink a lot of coffee because I drew random shit last night until the morning sun rose, and go to school. I had no friends whatsoever because no one really wanted to hang out with a depressed emo guy who is also a faggot. Did any of you know that I despise that word with a burning passion? Well, know you now.
"Faggot!" Henry, the leader of the Bad Boyz squad, shouted at me. His life goal, along with his minions, was to kill/disable every fucking student here in this school that he thinks is not good enough.
Do I need to mention that gay people are on top of that list? And I'm one of them?
"Faggot! I'm talking to you!" he kicked me on the stomach, making me fall to the ground.
"And when people talk to you..." Another kick, this time to my ribs, then the gang joined and started beating me up, Henry pulled me up by my hair and threw me down on the ground
"...You turn to face them, or did you forget that because no one talks to the emo faggot?"
His gang laughed obnoxiously along with him, making most of the students there pay attention to us.
Luckily the bell rang so everyone went to their classes.
After a few minutes, I got up and headed for my class too.
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"Gerard, you better stop." the voice said, I tried, but my eyes didn't listen. I just kept staring at Frank. Something about him intrigued me. His smile, laugh, everything.
"Gerard stop staring now! He doesn't like faggots! He probably has a girlfriend already for fuck's sake!" It shouted at me. Do I even have to mention that my inner voice didn't help whatsoever? It just made me feel like a total failure, a waste of space and oxygen. I just wanted to break down in the middle of the school's hallway and cry my soul out, but, thankfully, I didn't, instead, I headed to men's room and locked myself in one of the cubicles.
"Such a failure. Such a failure. Such a failure. Such a failure. Such a failure. Such a failure..." the voice pondered. Its words threatened to bust my skull. I couldn't make it stop. I had to focus on something else. I couldn't take it anymore. I took out the thin sharp blade and as I sliced my wrist my thoughts faded. The cuts were deeper than usual, but who cared? I certainly didn't. It would be easier that way. I had nothing to hold on to, nothing to live for.
My vision started to fade, maybe it all ends here. Maybe this is where the story of Gerard Way ends.
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Randomif you are easily triggered do not read this And yes it's a cringy fanfic written by a 13 yo girl. If you have negative comments, just please leave. I don't need them. Gerard Way, a high school senior, just broke up with his boyfriend and deals with...
