Bulletproof Heart (My Chemical Romance fanfic)

I didn't believe in magic, or an afterlife, until now. Until I woke up in front of a two story high school after getting brutally murdered.

My name is Emily Mason, my parents died in a car crash three months ago so I live in Texas with my aunt, and  I'm a 7th grader at Deercreek middle. This is my story.

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"Get up! You'll be late for school," cried my Aunt Dana.

I groggily crawled out of the warm, comfy mass that was my bed. My shoulder length, black hair made me look like a hobo in the reflection of my mirror. I had dark shadows under my eyes from listening to music all night instead of sleeping. I then slipped on my darkest skinny jeans, and My Chemical Romance shirt.

After applying dark eyeliner and red eyeshadow, I definetly looked like a vampire. Maybe that's why no one likes me.

"Come on! The bus is coming down the road!" warned Dana.

My backpack weighed me down as I ran down the stairs, saying a quick, "morning" to my cousin Alex, who was homeschooled.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast? You skipped dinner yesterday too," He chirped. He was so naive.

"Uh...The bus is here. see ya" I mubled, and ran out, nearly missing the bus.

Lovely, no empty seats.

There were a few seats with only one kid in them, but most of the people on my bus are pretty hostile.

I walked to the middle of the bus, and asked one sixth grader if I could sit next to her. "There are seats at back," drawled sydney sanders, the blonde, dumb, popular girl who unfortunetly rides my bus.

The busdriver grunted for me to sit down, so welcome or not, I slumped down in the seat, earning a dirty look from the 6th grader and Sydney. I got out my phone and earbuds, and began to listen to 'bulletproof heart' by MCR, my faviorite song and band ever.

I watched the group of 'friends' around me, and internally cringed. One had a bag of gummy worms and everyone needed to have one or they would absolutely die. Sydney ended up with three and the one who originally had them got none.

After a dreadful 30 minutes, the school came into my range of sight. Bus 79, our bus, came to a stop in front of two doors leading to my ultimate unhappiness. Dread filled my body as I walked to homeroom, which just so happened to be my least favorite subject, Math.

School went on  pretty crappily (I don't care if that's a word or not) and got no better as I had to triple seat on the ride home.

I was greeted at home by the smell of my aunt's famous chocolate pie covered in marshallows and with the best cookies&creme crust. My stomach growled loudly, but I ignored it. I just had to remember I already look like I ate an entire cow.

I managed to avoid all human contact and submerge into the sanctuary of my room once again. Almost immedietly, I plugged in my earbuds to my phone and blasted MCR as loud as it would go. It was like a drug to me, and I really needed it. I guess you could say I was addicted.

That's not the only thing I'm addicted to though. I turned off my music, in case I dissapointed Gerard, even though he didn't even know of my existance, and pulled out the kitchen knife that I stole from the the kitchen that I had hiding away in the droor of my nightstand.

I calmly walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I had done this a milion times before, and wasn't the least bit afraid. I dragged the blade across my wirst and patiently waited for the blood to appear. I didn't do it deep enough for it to start pouring out, but enough for the chemical in my brain torelease, calming me entirely. I sat there for who knows how long, in a peaceful state, until I heard a knock on the door.

"Em? You've been in there a while. You okay?" Said my cousin from behind the door.

I starve and cut myself and all I want to do is kill myself, so of course I'm okay. I thought.

"Just peachy. I'm taking a bath." I lied. He was always so kind to me, and he probably doesn't even know what suicide means. His parent's have protected him so much all these years, he doesn't need the burden of knowing what my wrists look like, following him around everywhere. I don't want something like that haunting him until he went mad.

"Okay." He replied, simply. I don't think he bought it, so I rinsed my hair in the sink as a final touch, and crept into my room without seeing anyone.

My phone buzzed

I had gotten a text from my friend Kate, who lived in Mississippi, where I moved from. She was my best friend ever, and the only reason I keep living. The only one who knows I cut.

Hey Em!!!! Guess what guess what guess what?!?!?!

I smiled at her excitement.

What? Did you find a unicorn in the forest and it gave you magical powers to make you fly?

Better. I got us MCR tickets in Dallas, so I'm flying over there tomorrow!!!!!!!

I stared at the words in awe. I hadn't seen her in forever, and this would be my first concert ever. I was so happy, I almost dropped my phone.

You. Are. The. Best.

I knowXD

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 The next day flew by faster than the track team at my school. When I got home, I saw a new car in front.

When I opened the door, I saw Kate's face smiling at me for a second, before I was engulfed in a bone crushing hug.

"KATE!!!!!" I screamed.

"EEMMMMM!" kate immitated.

"I missed you so much! Are your parents here too?" I asked.

Just then, her brother, Peter came out of the kitchen holding an half eaten apple. He too engulfed me in a hug. When he released, he looked at me, concern etched on his features. "You look really skinny, Em. I'm getting worried about you."

He glanced at my wrist, which was covered by my swaetshirt that I was wearing contrary to the fact that it was the middle of september which meant that it got HOT.

Kate must've told him.

"I'm fine, really." I said, mostly because Alex had entered the room.

Peter obviously believed me, but noticed Alex.

"Alex, this is my best friend Kate, and her brother Peter, who's like a brother to me." I said.

He looked disaprovingly at his 'ride it like you stole it' shirt, but brushed it off. "Pleasure."

Peter smirked. "You too, man."

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"Truth" I said nervously.

The three of us were all on the floor of my room, being weird in gerneral.

"dream date" Kate said, simply.

I thought about it for a while, then replied, "Picnic under the stars. Truth or dare Peter?"

Peter thought about it, but said,"Truth" probably not wanting to risk what happened the last time we dared him to do something: Post a pic of him dancing to the 'pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows' song on youtube.

"Who do you like?" I asked, smirking.

He turned a deep shade of red, and almost whispered, "Aurora,".

Kate and I gasped. Aurora was one of our closest friends, that acted really nice to everyone, but Peter was always really sarcastic and mean around her. Now we know why.

"We should probably go to bed," He said, deprerate to change the subject.

"sure" I said, and we all slept on the floor, each on out own little mound of pillows and blankets.

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Hope you like it so far! thanks for reading

-E