Famous Last Words || FRERARD

25

School had ended quicker than Gee thought it would. It flew by as they waited all day for Frank to show up, to stroll into the classroom with a smirk on his face like always, but he didn't. He never showed up.

Unbeknownst to Gee, he was still hiding in his room, convincing his mother that he was far too sick to go to school. She bought it, but not without plenty of bargaining and acting from Frank. He was procrastinating, really, plucking a few guitar strings and listening to them reverb around the echoey hallway that he sat in. He didn't have to worry about acting sick anymore since his mother was at work, but he was more worried about thinking, letting thoughts seep into his mind that would drag him down into a pit of worry. So instead, he plucked a few more strings, humming a note that didn't quite go, but sounded beautiful.

Frank had always been a fan of dissonance in music, notes not quite going together, crashing and colliding and trying to see who would change to make the chord sound harmonic again. It was a beautiful thing to Frank, while on the other hand, not many people could stand it. He didn't' understand why, since it was so pleasing to hear.

Right now, Gee felt like there was dissonance inside of their soul, stretching to every single sub-atomic particle that comprised their body. And they hated dissonance. It sounded wrong and strained to him, like it was broken and in need of repair. Gee would've loved to have fixed it, but it's just a fucking sound, so you can't physically fix it. They could hear the notes strumming themselves every time they took a breath, incredibly out of tune and not quite matching, as if one lung was screaming C# and the other was screaming B, chaos spewing out of their mouth from between the two. It billowed out of them like smoke, abuse and hatred the cigarette they were taking a drag off, breathing out violence and chaos. They were becoming a force of mass disruption, their silver tongue spewing words to make others crumble, their feet breaking other's bones like toothpicks. They would take their own dissonance and spread it to others, sending shockwaves through their spines to their very core. Fuck being a good guy, because they were beyond that. They'd tried to be good for Frank, but they just...couldn't. They couldn't hide their hobby of starving themselves or slitting their skin open or getting way too attached to someone and absolutely draining them. That's just who Gee was, and it was undesirable and ugly, but inevitable.

As was the open Pepsi can that hit them in the back of the head, the drink spilling down the back of their trench coat, soaking the overcoat as well as the hood to their hoodie underneath. They felt the liquid dripping down their back, willing it to boil off their skin like water spilled over onto a hot stove burner. But it didn't; It just sat there, seeping through the material of their jacket, slowly absorbing the black with the shimmering, bubbly liquid. There was laughter- Lot's of laughter, four voices in sync snickering and chuckling and laughing as one of them called "FREAK!"

Gee turned to face them, glaring at the three high school-age boys and one random girl, her glittery converse flashing in the light. Gee let out a growl, the four giving them looks like they were insane- they were not insane. If anything, those four assholes were the insane ones. Who throws a fucking Pepsi can? At least throw a rock or a shovel or something. And they were just laughing when Gerard growled at them? They were either insane or idiots, but either way, they were idiots with switchblades, because Gee saw the glimmers that flashed from hand-level on at least two of them. Switchblades didn't scare Gee, and they proved it by marching right up to one of the idiots and grabbing him by the collar, hoisting him into the air and glaring into his eyes.

"Listen, you fucking punk-" Gee started, unable to finish as their legs were kicked out from under them. More laughter sounded as a foot connected with their stomach, Gee groaning and curling in on themselves. It burned, like they could feel the bruises forming all over their skin in little designs. It hurt, not as much as a punch from their father hurt (especially with all those rings), but it still fucking hurt. It always hurt- It had been a long time since they'd gotten used to the slapping and occasional punching, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. It hurt so much, it lulled into a constant flow of hurt, buried under a numb disposition and layers of their mother's foundation.

They kicked Gee again and again and again, their stomach and their back and their chest screaming in pain. The girl was the only one who wasn't kicking Gee at this point, but she said a few words that Gee couldn't make out- their ears were buzzing way too loud, which was a coping mechanism they'd picked up. Physical attacks from their father usually came with screaming or yelling or lecturing, so Gee had taught themselves how to go deaf, just for a little while, until things were over. In fact, their vision was starting to go cloudy and fuzzy, and they couldn't hear anything anymore except a high-pitched squealing resembling faulty breaks crying out to a harsh halt of momentum. Everything just went...numb. They didn't feel any more kicking. They didn't hear the girl flick open the switchblade. They didn't feel the girl drag the knife slowly across their face, making little slices here and there as they all laughed and laughed.

Maybe Gee were too pretty, and those four couldn't stand that. Who knows?

When it was all over, it was pouring rain. Gee snapped out of their blanketing numbness, blinking a bunch of times as rain clung to their eyelashes. Their jacket was soaked, and their hoodie and everything they were wearing, due to the fact they'd been in the rain for a while. They tasted something like iron on their lips, and when they reached up to touch their cheek, deep red stained their hand. So they started to laugh. They giggled at first, and just started full-on laughing, because, fuck, this was hilarious! Everything hurt, everything ached, everything burned, and everything had gone to absolute shit! This was like a fucking carnival, and Gee was the circus clown, just a fuck up waiting for everyone to laugh at! That's all their life had come to at this point. Fuck, even Frank knew Gee was just a disaster. Everyone did! And it. Was. Fucking. Hilarious.

Life was so much fun bleeding on the floor of an alley.

(A/N)

Hi everyone! This is probably going to be my last A/N! The story's just getting very serious, and I feel like these aren't needed anymore! Please please PLEASE like, comment and share with your friends! Every little bit helps! 

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