Beep* beep* beep* I hear the repetitive and annoying alarm clock sounding. I get up and feel the cold dusty ground as my sore feet hit it. I get up and go to the bathroom and brush my hair and my teeth. I hear my parents getting up and my Dad especially. He storms into my room like a tornado hitting the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK are you doing boy?" He screams. He's probably is drunk or stoned. Would surprise me. "Dad- I,-" He chimes in, "Oh, I, I, I forgot your faggot ass was an idiot bitch like your mother! Can you answer me! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I studder at this pathetic excuse for human life. "Dad I was getting ready for school"- I feel his cold ash-like hands on my face. "CAN'T YOU DO IT QUITELY! I'M GOING BACK TO BED!" I feel like spit hit my face like it used to since a child. My Mom was the one who would watch. She works a lot, my Dad calls himself a musician, how pathetic. She either joins in with the abuse or watches it unfold. We both get abused from my "father" but I'm always in the middle. They do a good job at making me feel like shit. But sadly my Dad can't put that on his already "long" resume. He walks away and I put on my old shirt that's been used over and over again like me. I get my bag and walk out of the house and get onto the metal death tub ALSO KNOWN AS a "school bus" I think to myself, "that was a successful day dancing with the devil".
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Demolition Lovers
FanfictionGerard Way is a invisible teen at his high school. He wants to run away from the abuse, the rumors, the feeling of non existence. From life- or hell. He wants to leave. He is trying to cope with the death of his brother Mikey. The one thing keeping...
