I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

Everybody Wants To Change The World, But No One Wants To Die

Gerard's POV.:

The rest of the day was a mess. During class, teachers tried to teach, but were constantly interrupted. On the corridors, Jocks and outcasts were constantly fighting. Posters were placed and torn from the walls. People screamed. People laughed. People looked for revenge. Didn't even seemed like a school. I swear I actually saw someone peeing in the helmet of one of the jocks in the locker room.

Frank wanted to get in a fight; we thought it was better to stay in the shadows. We had done our fighting. We'd just watch now.

But apparently, us just watching wasn't enough for the rest of them. All the popular kids that were now suffering blamed us for not being in power anymore.

And, like everybody else, they wanted revenge.

We were attacked all day. We did our best to avoid fights, but it was useless. By the end of the day, we were used to the savagery that place had turned into.

Still, the four of us were very relaxed all day. Finally school was a fun place. Even if we weren't learning that much.

Later, we were playing croquet in the court. It was my turn to hit the ball. I did it and the ball rolled away.

"I'm the master of the wicket." I said, while following the ball with my sight.

Suddenly, someone came running through the court towards us and flew over me. We both fell to the ground, then he got up and ran away. I sat on the lawn and looked around, confused. The boys looked bored. They were already accustomed to such things all day. I shrugged, got up and continued the game.

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

Ray shrugged.

"A Jock, probably."

"I know him. He's the school mascot. He's name's John." Mikey responded.

"...How did you know that?" Frank asked what we were all thinking.

My brother shrugged.

"I just know."

Ray, Frank and I exchanged a look, then I asked.

"Why would he just burst out of nowhere and knock me down?"

Mikey sighed while hitting the ball with his wicket.

"People are crazy here, can't you see? They're just doing stuff because they can. It doesn't have to have a reason."

We kept playing in silence for a minute, and then Frank screamed.

"Why can't WE knock him down? Nothing here makes sense anymore. I've been dying to do some cool stuff today, yes, literally just because we CAN, yet we're here playing fucking croquet." He said and hit the ball, angrily.

"Let's do it, then!" Mikey said, excited.

"I'm in!" Ray agreed, the three of them smiled and looked at me.

I hesitated, then shrugged.

"Whatever." I laughed.

Later that day, the cheerleaders were rehearsing their moves in the court, close to the gymnasium. John, dressed as the school mascot, a weird looking dog dressed with the school shirt, was behind them, probably also training his moves as well.

"Well, now what?" I asked. We were looking at them from a bit far away.

"Leave it all to me." Frank said.

"Frank, we should do something more..." Mikey tried to say, but Frank was already running. "Organized." My brother sighed, giving up. Ray and I grinned.

Meanwhile, a crazy Frank Iero was already running through the courtyard towards a guy dressed in a fucking giant dog costume and jumping over him. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to knock him down.

While he was on the ground, me and Ray ran to help. I went left and Ray, right. We jumped at the same time and the costumed guy came crashing down. I could hear him scream before the fall. All of a sudden we were all on the floor, Frank, Ray and I laughing. We quickly got up and started knocking on the guy before he could get up.

The cheerleaders were right in front of us. And they didn't even realized what was happening. Or maybe they did, but were so used to seeing such things all over the week that decided to ignore.

Either way, we quickly left the court and the guy on the floor. But before we could leave, Mikey came walking calmly and kicked the dog right in the face. Then walked towards us, his expression neutral.

"Should we go home now?" he asked.

We all laughed and started walking away.

At the school gates, we were about to leave that perfect school day when we heard a voice calling us.

"YOU! WEIRDOS, COME BACK HERE!"

We turned around, even though we knew exactly who it was.

"What the fuck did you do to our school? You ruined! This can't even be called a school anymore! It's insane, and it's all your fault!" Blake screamed to us.

I realized two things when he spoke. First, he didn't slap our heads or punched our stomachs, didn't even grabbed us by the collar. Second, him and his "friends" had some bruises and scratches over their bodies.

Apparently, they weren't the ones in control anymore. They had been beaten. They had tasted what it feels like to be one of us. They didn't touch us because they were scared of us. And realizing that made me feel so, so much happier.

"We didn't even were here when this started in the first place." I said. "We literally just got here."

"But you started all of this." He raised his finger upon my face. Raised, but didn't touch me. "You and your stupid songs. Those idiots are going insane."

"And I can see you lost your crown, huh?" I smiled. "So, tell me, how does it feel to be one of us now?"

"THAT'S IT!" Blake screamed. He was shaking with anger. "Tomorrow, stairway, the nine of us. The second the bell rings. Bring your weapons. We'll end this now."

I didn't even had to look at my friends to know their opinions.

"Deal." I said, with a smile.