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The Bad Guy (Gerard Way)

I sighed as we pulled up to the main entrance of my school.

Here we go again, another day of shit.

I waved goodbye to my mother before walking up the steps, taking a deep breath before going inside. As soon as i get to my locker, i hear whispers and giggles from all around the halls. My anxiety starts to bubble up inside me, knowing that people are once again making fun of me and talking shit behind my back, like they always do. I start to hyperventilate, my vision becoming blury with tears. I quickly stuff everything in my hands in my locker, slammed the door, and attempted to run to the bathroom.

Before i could make it there, something, or someone, stopped me, and slammed me against the wall.

Oh no.

"Where do you think you're going, punk?"

I hear a deep raspy voice say.
I looked up, and made eye contact with the one and only Gerard Way...the jock, bad boy, AND bully of the school. He was beyond popular, even the teachers sucked up to him.

And me, well...i was person #1 on his 'hit list'. Why? I have no fucking clue. Guess he just wants something to chew on for awhile until he finds fresh meat.

His large strong hands pinned my arms to the wall, him so close to me i could feel his breath on my neck, which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.

"T-to th-the b-b-bathroom" i stutter out, terrified.

He chuckled evily.

"Jesus, stutter much? I don't think you're going anywhere. Not till im finished with you" he threatend. He backed away the smallest bit, removing one hand from me. He raised it up and made a fist, he was about to hit me. In this time i take the opportunity to wiggle out of his remaining grip and bolt down the hall, and out the school doors. I turn back and see he is chasing after, seeing him giving me the will to run faster.

I ran until i hit the woods, leaning up against a tree and continuesly gasping for air. I hear bushes rustling around and the sounds of sticks breaking, and i start to panic (at the disco, sorry) again.

"Come out come out wherever you are" i heard him say,  hin getting closer and closer. I try to control my breathing and stay still behind the tree, tears slipping from my eyes and slowly down my cheeks.

All the sudden everything went silent, no sound was made.

Im done for.

"Gotcha!" He yelled viscously, gripping my arms tightly and shaking me around to look at him. I scream in fear, but this pissed him off. He threw me onto the ground, my head hitting a tree stump making me bleed.

I start to feel dizzy, everything becoming slow motion. He pulls me back up from the collar of my shirt. I stumble up, and feel a sharp pain throughout my whole body, as he repeatedly kicked me in the stomach.

One hit.
Two hits.
Three hits.
Four hits.
Five hits, and a punch to the face.

Im on the ground.

I couldn't move. I was in so much pain, it almost felt like i was dying. Blood stream out from my face, my stomach feeling like all my organs have been ripped out.

The last thing i saw was Gerard, kneeling in front of me, crying.

Wait, he was crying...

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