My Musical Romance

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

It was the end of the day, finally. My nose had been hurting like fuck and my eye was now a deep shade of purple. I walked up to my locker, which was a lot bigger than the one I had in England, and removed my books. I had waited until most of the people had gone home before I walked home.

I closed my locker, nearly crying due to the pain.

Suddenly, I was pushed up against my locker. My arm was wrapped behind my back. Someone whispered in my ear, telling me how I should kill myself and cut myself. I waited until they had gone before I sat up against my locker, head in my hands.

I started crying, quietly.

“You okay?” I heard someone ask. I looked up slowly.

The girl from earlier, Alice, was standing in front of me, looking sympathetic. Getting up, I swung my bag and guitar case onto my back. My hair swept in front of my eyes, hiding my tears and my black eye.

I put in my earphones and blasted My Chemical Romance. A small smile crept onto my face, until Early Sunsets Over Monroeville came on.

As Gerard screamed the last lyric, I stepped into the new flat. Dad had to buy it within 2 days of moving here, and we got it very cheaply.

I progressed to my room silently. Tears ran down my face; I was glad no one was home. I grabbed the box and walked into the bath room.

I ran a hot bath and stared at myself in the mirror.

Look at what you are. You‘re being controlled by your mother, even though she isn’t here! You’re a monster! Nobody loves you. You’re a freak. You should kill yourself. NO ONE LIKES YOU. Look at you crying! You pathetic piece of shit! I hate you! Everyone hates you! Why are allowed to be alive?!

The thoughts crept into my head, taking over my mind. I stripped to my underwear and opened the box.

I hadn’t done this for 2 years but I needed it. I needed to stop the voices, even if they only shut up for a couple of hours.

I reached into the box, my hands steady. I got the blade, the sharpest one, and drew it across my arm. Blood seeped out of the incision. I smiled at the pain. It seeped onto the onto the floor, leaving spatter marks. I quickly cleaned it up.

I had cut 5 times now.

I sunk into the hot bath, relishing in the new pain as my cuts came into contact with the water. They stopped bleeding quickly.

After an hour, I got out and dressed again. Dad was just coming in.

“Hey there, Honouris! Good day?” I nodded, making sure my eye was covered with hair.

“Good! I’m glad you’re happy.”

You have no idea how wrong you are.

Alice’s POV

But does anyone notice? 

But does anyone care? 

And if I had the guts to put this to your head...

But does anything matter if you're already dead?

And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?

Before I pull this trigger,

Your eyes vacant and stained...

And in saying you loved me,

Made things harder at best,

And these words changing nothing

As your body remains,

And there's no room in this hell, 

There's no room in the next,

But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?

I sang my heart out. This was my favourite song.

I looked at the rest of the band with tears in my eyes. I loved this song; it brought up a lot of emotions and memories.

“Guys, we need a bassist.”

Our band had been playing for a year, and still no bassist. It made the music sound incomplete.

I remembered that Honouris had a guitar case. I wondered if it was a bass or a normal guitar.

“But we can’t find anyone.” Sadie, our drummer, said. It was obvious, but Sads was a bit... silly… not in a bad way, but let’s just say she was only just passing school. It wasn’t her fault mind, but she could try a little harder to study.

“No one would want to be in a band with us, we’re the ‘freaks’ remember?” Nemi reminded us. I sighed. I decided to ask Honouris tomorrow.

Honouris’ POV

I woke up the next morning my arm aching. I smiled, grateful for the pain. I got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, only changing my shirt for a long sleeved one.

I walked into school, smoking. I hadn’t smoked for 2 years but then again, I guess I hadn’t done a lot in 2 years.

I gripped the handle of my guitar case, trying not to break down, as I heard people shouting that I was a freak and a loser.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a voice. Taking out an earphone, I turned to Alice.

“So what do you think?” She asked.

“About…?” I asked.

“Do you want to join my band? You play bass?”

I nodded, a smile forming on my face. Great, now I was faking a smile. All my old habits were coming back. Fuck.

Alice’s POV

I noticed that Honouris had been rubbing her arm throughout the day, a grin on her face. I had asked her what she was smiling about, and she wrote:

Alice, it is none of your business why I’m smiling.

I replied, asking her why she didn’t speak much.

Throughout my childhood my mother has ignored me. I have been bullied for years and hated for no reason. I know that if I speak I’ll be noticed, and I don’t want that. It’s not that I don’t want to talk; it’s that I don’t want to be noticed.

Reading it, tears pricked at my eyes. I couldn’t believe it.

Honouris’ POV

I was told we had a band practice tonight.

I walked into the room and plugged in my bass. We played for hours, until someone came into the room.

“Oh my god! Look at that freak on bass!” Someone laughed. I looked up to see the guys who had beaten me up the day before. I looked to Alice, tears in my eyes but my face (hopefully) emotionless. She returned a worried look, at which point I stormed out of the room.

I reached into my pocket, feeling for the blade.

I was fucking done.

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