Accidentally in Love

Chapter 2 I'm okay now.

I cry my eyes out. I just sob until I fall asleep. I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I drag myself out of bed and get dressed. I brush my messy red hair and apply my eyeliner. Why do I have to go to school...
I walk downstairs. Mikey is at the table eating cereal.
"Hey Gee.. Are you okay? I mean, after you flipped last night, I've been worried about you." He asks.
"Yeah... I'm okay now." I reply in a bland, emotionless, tone. "I just needed some time alone." I grab my bag and walk to school, not waiting for Mikey. When I get to school, it doesn't take but 5 minutes for hell to start.
"Well.. Well.. Well.." Says a familiar, wicked voice. I turn around only to be slammed on the ground, getting the wind knocked out me. I tried to catch my breath, but couldn't, for I started to get kicked in the stomach. After a brutal beating from Frank, the bell rang. I couldn't get up. I hurt to much. I couldn't breathe and my ribcage hurt so much. When I finally have enough strength to get up, I notice that I'm bleeding badly from my abdomen. I start to limp to the nurse, using the wall for my support. I start to get light headed and I feel myself fall.
I wake up in the nurses office. Ugh I've been here so many times. The nurse and I are practically best friends, I mean, I spend all of my time with her.
She comes over and helps me up.
"How are you feeling, Gerard?" She asks, her eyes full of sorrow.
"Fine." I blandly say as I pick up my backpack. "Thanks"
"No problem hun."she smiles.
As I walk into class, the whispering starts right away.
"Faggot"
"Hey there's the class fag"
"Why are you late? Had a make out session with your boyfriend?"
I just ignore. It isn't my fault that I'm gay. Oh well. I make my way through the school day.
I walk from school, to Brendon's house, for band practice. I stop by my house and grab Mikey's bass.
When I walk in the door, everyone is already fighting.
"Just kick him out of the band! He is a talentless fucking faggot."Frank yells.
"No, he is more talented than every single one of us in the room. He can sing well. But, you always make fun of him and tell him how bad he sucks. You beat him down and make him feel worthless because he is different." Brendon defends.
"Hey...." I slowly say.
"Ugh. The fag." Frank gripes.
"Frank, fuck off."Brendon defends.
"Yeah, right. I'll get right on it." Frank replies sarcastically.
We play. I get yelled at. Brendon defends. The cycle continues. We play. I get yelled at. Brendon defends. Until I get kicked out.
"Way!" Frank yells. "Get out. You have no rhythm, you can't play in tune, your voice is like nails on a chalk board. You are a sorry excuse for a musician. Leave!"
I grab the bass and run outside. I am not thinking straight. It's raining and dark. I just want to die. I don't want to live anymore. I start running home, tears streaming down my face.
Why does everyone hate me. Why does being gay have to matter. I don't understand. Why can't I be cool and talented. Why can't I-
My thoughts are cut off. I am hit by a great force and throw to the ground. I can't move or open my eyes. The pain is so much. I want to scream, but I can't.
HELP ME PLEASE. I scream inside. I use all of my force to try and scream for help. Then.... All of my thoughts are cut off..... sleep....