Demolition Lovers

New faces

I get to school and sigh as I have to spend another day here in this hell-hole you might know as school. I walk in and attempt to dodge all the kids, as to most of them I am known as "that one kid". I'm basically invisible here, and that's how I like it. I have no friends but I am not involved in anything which that's one hundred percent OK to me. Really the only people who call me by my real name, or talk to me for that matter- are the teachers. Junior year Isn't going to be much fun I can already tell. I successfully reach my home room and stumble inside. As I make my way back to my seat I see a face I didn't recognize. He had a dark brown fringe covering half of his face, along with a big hazel eyes, which are very nice, just saying. I don't say anything, and I take my seat all the way in the back where I usually spend my time either drawing or day dreaming of a life I probably wouldn't live. As Ms. Jones starts reading down the list, she says a name I am assuming is the name of the mystery boy. "Frank I-i-i-ro?" Frank leans back rolling his eyes, exclaiming, "it's Frank Iero, like eye-year-ro" Ms. Jones apologizes and moves on. I'm the last name on the list, and as a zone out I hear my name. "Gerard Way" Ms.Jones says. She looks at me and I just nod yes, and she marks me here. About 5 minutes pass and the bell rings and we all shuffle out, Ms.Jones asks me to hold back, she can tell that I look nervous as in my mind I don't know what the fuck she could be holding me back for "Gerard-" She starts she seems to be picking her words, and she continues, "Gerard, you seem to be slacking in school, I know it's just the first day and all, but, it was the same last year. You don't even seem to be talking! I just wanna let you know you can talk to me or the counselor any time you need okay?" What. An. Idiot. Doesn't she understand when people aren't okay, you don't just say are you? Because they're not going to say no, I'm not okay. Then spill like two girls gossiping. They're going to most likely say, I'm fine. I mean, I'm used to saying that, when I talk that it. I mean, she wouldn't be able to see my arms or my body for that matter because we can wear whatever we want, but still, not the way to go. She continues like a boring bitch she is, "are you SURE? I mean, you're wearing sweaters a lot in 90 degree weather, you don't talk, you have bruises, I'm worried, are you SURE you're okay?" I roll my eyes, which they hurt already, and say "yes, Ms.Jones I am. I am okay. Thanks though." As I storm out. Dumb bitch. I'm already 5 minutes late to my class. Let's se e how invisible I am today. My high-score is nobody talking to me at school that is. When I get home my parents know I exist and try their hardest to make me feel like I shouldn't. 

I walk in to my maths class and that Frank kid is there too. I wonder what other classes we have. I mean he is cute, but most people here are homophobic, which plays a part in my attempt at pure invisibly. Yes, I am gay in case you were wondering. Math goes on as normal, boring subjects, I do my work silently, until our math teacher, Mr.Smith, speaks. "This year, I really want everyone to talk and break their shell more, because most classes we sit alone. So there will be some groups of 2,3, and 4 people. In the front we have Jessica and Lindsey, next to them we have...." about twenty names later I hear my name "and in the back we have Gerard, Frank, and Mikey- wait I mean Mick." I wanna burst into tears, in case you didn't know, my brother Mikey, he died only last year, by killing himself. That day I was gone, and my Dad beat him up, really bad. When my Dad left with my Mom to get some food, and I was gone, he broke. I was always home, and because I was started to get more comfortable with not being invisible, I went to a arcade, and while I was out of the house for once, he killed himself. I knew he was depressed, I knew he was hurting himself, yet I left him alone. If I were home, he would still be here. I would still be happy. I zone back to see Mick, some jock, and Frank who sat infront of me. The rest of class I just kept looking, like he's body was a magnet, and my eyes was another. As I walked out of my math class, I went to the bathroom. I looked back at myself, my crazy black hair, and my old cloths. I guess just one look made me realize- Don't waste your time Gee. Frank doesn't even know you exist. Just like everyone else.