You really care don't you?

The Hardest Part of Living

Gerards POV

I felt like I was stuck in a nightmare. I was pushed to the ground by one of the bullies at my school. When I hit the cement and it opened one of my scars on my arm.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself.

Pain was rushing everywhere through my body. I started crying. When was the torture going to end? The scar was bleeding everywhere. I attempted to apply pressure by pressing my other hand on it. The blood just seeped through my fingers, It was getting all over my arms, the cement, and the hoodie I was wearing.

"p-please, stop." I cried. My voice was shaky, and filled with hurt.

The bully looked down at my helpless body and smirked. I was curled on the ground still attempting to hold pressure on the scar. Tears were streaming down my face. I shut my eyes and started to shake even more at the thought he was probably not even close to being done with me. Suddenly RING RING RING! I was saved.

"You're lucky this time Way, Next time I wont go so easy on you." He said to me. He then walked to go join his group of friends who might I mention, also abuse me.

I gathered enough strength to get up and put my back pack on. The scar seemed to heal itself quickly. I started to walk down the school halls hugging myself trying to get out of there as quick as I could. I got out the doors and saw my brother Mikey waiting for me by a tree next to the entrance. I ran to him as quick as I could.

" OH MY GOD. GEE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" Mikey said looking me up and down with a worried facial expression.

"H-He pushed me down, t-then kicked me until I b-bled." I told him. I started to cry at the thought of it . I hate school. Nobody likes me except for Mikey and my best friend Ray. They have always been there for me no matter what, I wouldn't give them up for the world.

Me and Mikey walked home. We talked about our plans for Halloween on the way. We talked about how we were gonna do a group costume with Ray. We just don't really know what we are gonna be yet.

" OOOO OOOO! How about we be Spongebob characters?" Mikey suggested. " You could be Spongebob, I could be Patrick and Ray could be Squidward!"

I laughed at the idea of me being a sponge. I was never really into Spongebob. But if Mikey and Ray want to do it I will totally do it with them. Plus I don't think I would be too shabby as a sponge don't you think? Anyways, I told Mikey if thats what he and Ray wanted to do I would be up for it. We soon arrived home and as always, I went straight to my room to work on homework. I put a misfits vinyl on my record player and listened to it while I worked. I started singing along. I was getting really into the song that was currently playing My mom then burst into my room. I immediately stopped singing and blushed of embarrassment.

"Gerard! Your hair is so greasy! Go shower!" My mom yelled at me. "Mom, my hair is FINE." I yelled back at her. "How do you not feel gross? You haven't showered for a week! and you're covered in dirt and... grease". She said to me. " I don't like showers and you know that, Im not taking a stupid shower". "Gerard, if you don't shower 'im talking your vinyls away." she firmly told me. " BUT MOM THA-". She cut me off. "I don't care now go shower.". I groaned.

I got up, turned off my record player and grabbed some fresh clothes out of my drawer. I went to the bathroom, shut the door, and began to take off my clothes. I turned the shower on and got in. The water stung my scar. I yelped in pain. Only for a second though. I started to wash all the dirt and dried blood off of me. Once I was done with that, I grabbed some strawberry scented shampoo and started to wash my hair.

About 5 minutes later I got out of the shower.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The dirt and blood that once covered me was now washed away. You could see all my bruises and cuts covering my body. I looked like a cut, bruised banana but worse. I groaned again.

"I HATE MYSELF!" I screamed at my reflection in the mirror.

I put sweatpants and a T-shirt on. I then left the bathroom and went to my room. I laid down on my bed and started to cry.

"Why cant someone care for me? Why cant someone, like me?"I whispered to myself. "Its not fair". Tears were streaming down my face.