Disbelief in Death [Gerard Way x Reader]

Your Past

It all began. You were a pretty smart kid, a teacher's pet to be exact. But felt it was just a silly appreciation, nothing was good enough. You are not good enough. Your mother and your brother said they care about you. But they didn't, you know that. Your friends loved you. ' Friends ' it's just a word of meaningless stuff.

You sat there, lying cold in the bed. Exhaling with freezing breeze in, warm almost cold out. You glanced over the nightstand drawer, of course you saw the blade. Still has dried up blood intact to it. A single stroke and it'll bleed out. Ease your​ day with a little blood dripping out.

Cutting had been a habit of yours. The howling of agony from what appears to be your 'friends' saying to stop cutting yourself. It had been your habit since your father had passed. Only thing that made you smile was your cutting habit.

7th grade, being a good student in the class was a pain. That title made you recognizable. Eventually the bully found out. Started calling you nerd, fag, and some sort. They knew, they leave you, they give out pain. They didn't care, but they refused to admit the truth.

Every so often, you cut yourself. Drinking it, like a viper which haven't devour blood and flesh. Habits became addiction

8th grade, She knew about you addiction. You didn't careless. That's why you're signed up for a phycologist. They told you have problems, but you didn't care otherwise. 2 hours were the most boring moments. Picture, the phycologist is a sloth and a turtle, with his breeding point, lemons and salt. That's him alright.

9th grade, something had triggered you. You saw everyone as a victim. The one that you fear, became feared at you. Joy! How you see them suffer! Beating up is a fun hobby. You rarely get called to go to the principal's office. That is because, you were still a teacher's pet. The bullies offered you to become your backups. You know what they say.

Only the strongest will survive.

Eventually, you spared some, just for the muscles. Practically your the brain and the brawn. As a genius, teacher don't really care about you. So you're free to give out violence. You smiled at that thought.

"(Y/n), amazing work! At (f/s) you've scored 98, the highest in school's history! Give her a clap everybody", You came to the front with a grin. As you're​ in front, the others plastered a fake smile. Obviously, scared of you. Then summer began.