Accidentally in Love

Chapter 7 Back to Normal... Almost

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Trigger Warning in this chapter
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Gerard's P.O.V.
A week after I get out of the hospital I fall back into my daily routine.
After school, I head to Brendon's house for band practice as usual. We set up, get tuned and then warm up.
Finally, we start playing.
"Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight, while the crown hangs heavy on either side. Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die. We're far too young to die"Brendon sings as the song wraps up.
Frank looks at me and tells me to grab a mic stand.
"Just you and me Gee, cmon." He says as he grabs his guitar.
He starts to strum a familiar tune. I don't know where I've heard it before, but I know all of the lyrics.
"Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way! For all the dirty looks! For photographs your boyfriend took. Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?" I sang. "I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. You wear me out!" I put all of my heart into the lyrics. But I don't remember writing this song, I don't remember hearing it but it is so familiar. After we finish the song, Frank has a huge, toothy grin. He's so damn cute. Why can't I have him...
"You did listen." He says and gives me a quick hug. I wonder what that means.
After practice I walk home. It's not that far, only 2 miles, but it really takes a lot out of me. When I walk in the house, I get yelled at. Big surprise.
"Where the hell have you been?"Rick(mom's boyfriend) yells. "Been having a make out session with another faggot?" He teases.
"Bite me" I snap back.
"Don't sass me boy." He griped as I walked away. I fell into my bed and drifted to sleep.
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My first day back at school is no different than any other.
I get beat up. Again.
I get picked on. Surprise.
Also, I even got yelled at by Rick. Even bigger surprise.
I walk into my room and burst into tears. I fall to the ground, sobbing. I just don't feel like I can handle anything anymore.
I walk up to my desk and grab a pair of scissors. I sit on my bed and roll up my sleeves. I am crying so hard I almost can't see straight. I open the scissors and slash the silver blade against my skin.
Over and over again.
Until the blood starts to prickle out.
Then I slash some more. My arm is stinging in pain. But, I don't care. I dab off the blood and slide my sleeves back down.
I threw the scissors and plastered on a fake smile. I fixed my eyeliner and went outside...