I'm Not Okay. *My Chemical Romance One Shots*

4- Teenagers

A/N: Physical bullying in this chapter, just letting you know. Don't worry too much though, I'm not one of those intricate writers that writes everything in refined detail. I'm not that skilled. Yet. (◕‿-)

"Frank, Get in the car!" Mum shouts at me from the garage. I quickly take out my headphones, leaving my room in the infinite mess that it has always been, and walk down to the garage. As I get into the car I can see mum already judging me for what I'm wearing.

"Honey, you can't wear that to the school dance, at least make yourself nice looking." She whines from the front seat. I just ignore her remark as I look down at my stained iron maiden shirt and dark jeans.

"At least I'm not like the other kids, mum." I say, making her quieten up. 

~*~

"For once, be social, Frank." Mum says finally, dropping me off at the school gates, the sun setting over the top of the large concrete building. More like prison.

"Always."

I walk into the overfilled hall to see hundreds of kids packed into one tight space. Not good. At the front of the room, close to the band, which looks more like a couple a pepperoni faced guys in black t-shirts, were all the 'couples' grinding up onto each other as usual. In the middle were two large groups, preppy girls and jock guys. Worst enemies. I duck my head before any of them could see me staring at them. I quickly dodge and weave through lines of people to get through to the back of the hall, the home of people like me, which was in fact, just me.

"Hey look at this midget!" Calls a large boy to his friends. They were in my corner! Why would you bother sitting in the corner of the hall, away from the party if you're going to be surrounded by a bunch of cronies.

"Don't call me a midget." I say, keeping my head low, trying to hide the smudges of eyeliner underneath my eyes.

"Aw, is girly here gonna cry, I didn't mean to make such a pussy sad." He snarls, walking up to me, his group of 'friends' surrounding me. I move away, not wanting to be involved in the current situation, but I get roughly pushed into the tall bulky boy who was now grinning largely.

"Take him outside. Lets show him what we do to pussies." He barks into my ear, making me cringe. His breath smelt of rotten fish, his teeth as crooked as bent nails. I feel two rough arms grab me from under my arms, and push me forcefully outside a small fire escape door. I kick at them trying to get them to put me down, but I'm too light. I am a midget.

"Get off me!" I shout as they pin me to the exterior wall, the only light coming from the moon and the raging party inside the building. If only I stayed home. 

Suddenly, they let go of my arms, making me topple to the group like a bowling pin. A rocket of laughs erupt from the group, making my face go slightly pink. I quickly stand up, only to meet a punch in the gut.

"F*ck!" I say loudly, as I cradle my stomach, it feeling like my intestines could fall out.

"Aw, little girl has a foul mouth. You better wash that out with some soap. Or even better. Bleach." This makes the group laugh loudly, scoring a couple of high fives too. At this point, Crooked Mouth was standing inches above my face, snarling like a rabid dog.

"Emo scum." He whispers in my ear. A seething pain rockets out from my cheek, and another from my arm. 

"Stawp- plews-" I try to make up from my presumably cracked jaw.

"Stomp? You want us to stomp? Oh, your wish is our command." He smiles as the two hands pin me to the ground, leaving my ribs exposed. He lifts up his foot and smiles for effect, before forcing his leg down into my chest.

~*~

"Are you okay?" A sweet voice rings in my ears. I open my eyes to find a pretty girl looking over at my crumpled body. Her brown hair was cut short below the ear, making her dark eyes look almost black. I look down at her outfit; a cheerleading dress.

"No. I'm not." I say, trying to sit up, but all that I can do is groan in pain.

"They probably broke one of your ribs. Idiots." She says, an annoyed look on her face.

"Can I ask you something, uh-"

"Ellie."

"why are you helping me? If anything I thought you would be off laughing with that group of numb skulls." I say, trying not to curse in front of this strangely kind girl.

"Because the people that did this to you were just following societies rolls for them. Because your different makes them feel threatened." She says, a tone of finality in her voice.

"They hurt me because I'm different?" I ask, trying to make sense of the situation. If told this by anyone else, I might think it was utter crap, But from one of the most popular types of people from our school?

"Sadly, yes. Either that or because they are mental." She says, smiling sadly.

"This whole time I thought it was because they are mental."

"Teenagers are f*cking scary."

"They scare the living sh*t outta me, too." I say finally, smiling up at her.

Well, this is one way of being social, mum.