Title : early sunset over monroeville - MCR
Frank p.o.v
I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life. I have no idea where I'm going and class started fifteen minutes ago. I could hear my breath in my ears, loud and laboured. I have biology but I have no idea where I meant to be going. The teacher was going to hate me. They would think I was disrespectful and then think I had no interest in school and probably fail me and my dad will be so mad... he would've been. He would've been so mad.
I take a deep breathe and try to calm down. I hated how he still had so much power over me and he wasn't even in my life anymore. I keep walking around this maze of a school and count my steps to help me calm down. 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22-
"What the hell is this guy doing?" I hear a voice say. I stop mid step. I'd been counting out loud. I turn around to see three guys standing at the end of the hall. They laugh to each other as they walk towards me. I can't quite get my brain to work and stand still gaping at them
"I said... what are you doing you fucking freak." The main one growled, shoving me into the wall. I gasp at his aggressiveness. He had a buzz cut and a chain around his neck. His eyes were harsh and he had a vein in the side of his head that bulged as he snarled at me.
"I..I..I..I'm lost" I stammer, finally remembering how to talk.
"I..I..I... fucking pathetic." He mocked, throwing me to the floor.
Fucking pathetic.
"You're fucking pathetic frank. I can't believe I ended up with you as my son. I can't even look at you."
"Dad please... I can change... please." I beg from the floor where he just threw me.
" I'll Always know my sons a fucking FAGGOT!!!" He screamed, kicking me in my side.
I hear my mother gasp but I don't look at her. I cant bring myself too.
"Daddy please." I cry, clutching my stomach.
"I'm not your dad, I'm now your worst nightmare." He spat, kicking me one last time for good measure before walking away.
"Look at him, crying the little shit. You just met your worst nightmare." He laughed, his friends laughing with him. He kicked me In the chest, knocking the air out of me and left me to pick myself up off the floor. I drag myself to me feet and stumble into the nearest toilets I can find. I push the door open and collapse against the sink, my stomach cause me immense pain. I spit into the sink and gasp when I see the blood. I look up at my reflection and I'm disgusted by what I see.
The dark circles under my eyes make me look like a raccoon. My hair looked disgusting and my face was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen in my life, I can't stand myself. My father was right. Everything he said. I can't help but let out a sob as I look at myself.
You're disgusting
I know I am
You shouldn't be alive
I know
You deserve to die
They will ruin your life, you might as well end it before they can.
"I know" I whisper to myself
No one would care
"No one cares" I say
Die
"I should"
DIE
I look down at my hands and see I'm shaking violently. I close my eyes and let the tears seap out from them. I hate myself. I hate myself so much it's unbearable. I should end it. I've had enough. I'm a mess. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't breath it hurts so much. There's no point. I reach into my pocket and bring out my blade. I didn't want to leave it at home, it makes me feel safe to have it with me. Like I can escape at any time. I roll up my sleeves and stroke my most recent cuts. Only a couple days old. Pathetic. I push the blade into my skin and let out a deep breath. My heads quiet for that moment and I can breath again. I was going to do it. Tonight, I'll end it. Once and for all.
"Are you okay?" A voice said, startling me. I jump and quickly drop the blade. I pull my sleeve down and turn to the person in the room. It was the guy from earlier who I asked for directions. I stare at him dumbfounded,
"It's just I heard you muttering some stuff to yourself and then.." he trailed off, looking at the sink. I follow his eyes and see the bloody blade sitting in the sink. I quickly grab it and throw it in my pocket, still staring at him. He looks at me a moment longer like he was thinking. He walks towards me and I can't help but shrink back after what just happened, he walks to the sink and rolls up his sleeves to wash his hands. I'm caught off guard by his arms, they resembled mine. Covered in scars. Some old some looked around a month old. He looked up at me and saw me staring at them, he looked back at the sink and turned on the tap. He let out a shaky breath like he was nervous, and let the water wash my blood away. He turned off the tap and dried his hands before walking out. Did he mean for me to see? If so why? It didn't make any sense, my head was spinning and I sunk to the floor catching my head in my knees. There was something about that boy. He was like me. He was hurting too, or at least did at some point. The bell rings and I look up in shock, I'd forgotten I was at school I was so caught up with the boy, and I don't even know his name.
Gerard's p.o.v.
I can't believe I just did that. Not only had I spoken to him twice today, but I showed him my arms. I've never showed anyone them before. I don't really know why I did it. I guess to show that he wasn't alone? Ugh that sounds so dumb. Why did I even care. I didn't know this kid. But I felt so bad for him. The way he was taking to himself and hurting himself in the bathroom. I wonder what happened to cause it. Fuck. I've only known this kid for a couple hours and I'm already feeling so protective over him. What has happening to me. I'm not like this.
I walk back into the classroom and sit back in my seat. I hate biology.
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