Bitten (MCR Vampire Fic)

"Gerard. Gerard Way."

I finally reach the limits of New Jersey. I didn't want to stay in Pennsylvania, my face will be everywhere when Sarah eventually calls the cops, and there's too many people in New York, so my pick is New Jersey. I pull over at the first store that I find, and try to sleep.

(In a dream)

I run into the bathroom, razor blade in hand. I lock the door, and sit on the cold floor. The tears in my bruised eyes spill over. I dig the razor into my skin, and relief and pain hit me all at once. I may as well add to the abuse scars. What difference does it make if I do this? Nobody even cares about me.

An idea shoots in my head. The idea doesn't sound bad. I stand up, and drop the blade. I reach into the medicine cabinet, and grab the first bottle I can find. I open the bottle, and pour out a handful of pills. I stick them in my mouth, and wait. I walk to my room, and trip.

My legs get weak under me, and my sister walks in and screams my name. I fall on the ground, and try to say something, anything to her. But the pills take over.

(Dream over)

I jolt awake, and look at my wrists. I start the car, and drive until I find a city. I end up just getting out when I get tired of driving. I sit under a cherry blossom tree in a town called Belleville.

Someone with black hair walks by, who appears to be around my age. He turns around, and sits next to me. "What are you doing out here?" He asks me.

Should I tell him why I'm here? "I- um- I ran away from my house in Pennsylvania." I say.

He looks me up and down. I'm always being judged.

"Why would you do that?" He asks. Can't he see my healing eye and tell? I just pull up my sleeves.

"Oh, wow, that's terrible." he says. I just nod my head. He gently takes my arms and observes them. When he flips them over, revealing my scars, he sighs.

"Why do this to yourself?" He asks.

"It numbs the pain. Nobody cares about me anyway." I say.

"I care about you." He says. He puts my arm down, and I roll my sleeves back down.

"How do you care about me when we just met? I don't even know your name."

"Because if you went through that, someone has to care about you. That someone is now me." My phone buzzes, probably a text from Sarah.

"What's your name?"

"Gerard. Gerard Way. You?"

"Skylar."

"Do you wanna come over to my place?" He asks.

"Sure."