Title : headfirst for halos - MCR
Franks p.o.v
I couldn't leave the school fast enough. I practically run out of the gates and get home as soon as I can. I needed to prepare. As I enter my drive I look and see the boy. He was entering the house opposite mine. Small world. I see his red hair enter his house and sigh. We maybe could've been friends. I would've liked to get to know him. I open the door to my house and walk in. My mum won't be home tonight. She's working the night shift at the hospital. Some night shift starts at four o'clock, ridiculous. She's been picking up more work since she's supporting us by herself.
I walk into the kitchen and am struck by how hungry I am. I bite my lip considering it. I'm going to die soon anyway... might as well. I ravage the cupboards and pull out all the food that looks good in that moment. An hour later and I'm sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded my wrappers and packets. I haven't eaten like that... well I haven't eaten at all in ages. I feel disgusting, I stand up and bin the rubbish. As I walk to the bin I pass the alcohol cabinet, I open it without a second thought and grab a bottle of vodka. I'm not surprised my mum has this. We all cope In different ways right. I run upstairs feeling disgusted with myself. I can't believe I ate that much. I could feel it in my stomach, adding to me. I run to the bathroom and shove two fingers down my throat. I've had practice so it doesn't take long..
I crept in the door, praying that my parents wouldn't notice I was late back from school.
"What time do you call this?!?" He yelled, his massive frame blocking the whole living room door.
"I..I'm sorry I had to walk back from school." I said... choking on my words,
"We give you all this money you can't even afford to get the bus! You probably spent it all on food you fat fuck. Probably stuffing your face." He laughs slapping me hard across the face. I gasp and my hands fly up to my face.
"You disgust me. Make me sick, maybe something you should try doing to loose that weight." He grabbed my hand and holds my middle and index finger, "shove them dow your throat every so often you fag. it might help you to lose that stomach." He laughed, lifting up my shirt and prodding my ribs.
I was sobbing at this point, I can't believe he would say that too me.
"Get out of my sight." He screamed in my face, pushing me away from him, I ran as fast as I could up the stairs. I ran into the toilet and....
That was the first time I made myself sick. My dad told me to do it, so I did. He was right I was fat. Disgustingly so. I still am. But that doesn't matter anymore. I'll be gone soon. He won't have the control over me once I'm gone. No one will. I stand up and wash my hands and wipe my eyes. I reach up above the medicine cabinet and take out whatever pills I can find. I run back to my room and empty the contents of my bag onto the floor. I put the pills and vodka in it and zip it up. I grasp my pocket, making sure my blade was still there, it is. I look at my watch 6:34. I look out the window and see the suns setting. This is it.
I walk out of the house, locking the door behind me, this would be the last time I was in the house. I wasn't sad, in fact I felt happier then I have in weeks. I take out my headphones and shuffle songs. It doesn't matter what I listen to I just there to be some sort of noise. I walk and walk and walk until my watch reads 7;54. I take the vodka out of my bag and take swigs as I walk. I feel like I'm going in circles but I don't mind. I don't know what I'm looking for but I know I'll know it when I see it. The booze starts to get to my head and I can't walk in a straight line, I step off onto the empty street and end up walking zigzags across it. Soon it comes to an end and I'm left facing a woods. Perfect. I walk into it giggling hysterically.
"I'm fucking insane!! " I yell into the trees. I smile, a big full smile.
I push through a bush and come out onto a cliff like ledge, stunning, the perfect place. I sit down facing the setting sun and open my bag, this was it, the end for me. I grab a handful of pills, not bothering to read what they are, and swallow as many as I can with the vodka. I keep going until I can't feel my throat. I put my hand into my pocket and pull out my blade. I count the cuts I make, getting deeper with everyone.
"6, 7, 8, 9," I start to feel dizzy and I lost control of my hand, I was consumed by the numbness of the pills and drop the blade. I slump down on the slope and stair lifelessly out at the sun.
"Pretty," I whisper. I feel my eyes shutting and I embrace it with open arms. Finally.
"Oh my god! No please no!" Is the last thing I hear as I lose consciousness. Goodbye.
Gerard's p.o.v
"Where are you going?" My brother ask. I look down at him and can't help but smile.
"I'm just going for a walk Mikey, I'll be back soon." I say, walking towards the door, me and my brother are close, he's my only friend.
"Okay, don't die out there," he grinned
"Making no promises!" I reply, closing the door behind me.
I took the cigarettes out of my pocket once I'd turned the corner from he house, I don't want Mikey to know I smoke. I'm his older brother, I don't want him to pick up any of my bad habits. I take a long drag and walk along to the woods, it's a reasonably long walk but I like it. There's a spot I found years ago when I ran away. My mum has never really been there, mentally. I'd had enough one day and ran away, I ran and ran until I found the woods. I stumbled through a bush and found the spot. Whenever I needed to get away I would go here, it was my place.
As I walked, my thoughts traveled to the boy from earlier. I hope he's doing okay. Maybe tomorrow I could talk to him again. I have to admit I liked speaking to someone today. I love being alone don't get me wrong, but it's gets a lot sometimes. It's nice to actually talk to someone who isn't Mikey. I reach the woods and follow the path to the bushes. I take another drag and push through the bush. I stop in my tracks. There's someone here. I slowly look over at the person. Something is really wrong here. I run over and gasp when i see him. Bleeding out with empty pill packets littering the floor.
"Oh my god! No please no!" I scream, running to him, I hold down on his arms and try to stop the bleeding. But there's so much. I call an ambulance and try to carry him out of the bushes, they'll never find us here.
"Please don't die, stay with me, please don't die" I say over and over again, I can't lose him. I hear the ambulance and run towards it, the boy in my arms. He looked oddly peaceful. I carry him and the people in the ambulance take him from me. They are saying things to me but I can't hear them. They lead me into the ambulance and I sit in a corner. All I can do is stare at him. He tired to kill himself. I put my hands to my face and realise I'm crying. he tried to kill himself.
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You're beautiful to me (Frerard)
RomanceFrank is the new kid at school. He has moved with his mother in an attempt to escape his past, and his father. Gerard is the kid no one talks to. But he likes it that way. He likes being alone, prefers it. When Gerard finds Frank in a less the ideal...
