I Won't Love You Any Less (A Gerard Way Fan-Fiction)

Nothing could fully register in my brain. All I could see were blurs of sweaty bodies.

Lavender bruises lined my arms. Red fluid poured from my wounds in one motion.

Then it clicked; I was at a party.

Not the kind of party I wanted to be at. Not the kind of party where everyone is joyful to be with friends.

It was an auction party, and my body was going for five thousand dollars.