Hey peoples this is a Frerard fanfic it will be in other people's points of view every now and then. Well I let you read. Enjoy. :3
Gerard's POV
"Where the fuck am I?" I thought to myself. The last thing I remember was being in my room listening to the Misfits and drinking some beer. Now I'm in some dark room. The fuck.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw a figure not too far from me.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously. Nothing. All of a sudden the figure threw something down at my feet. A knife.
"Take it" he said. So I did. "Cut" he said again. Strangely enough, I did, knowing what he meant. I took the knife and pressed it to my wrist. Dragging three deep gashes on it. Watching the blood drip from my wrist.
It felt nice. The look of the blood distracted me.
"Good" said the figure, "now come closer" I did as he said. He pulled out another knife, I tried to run but I was too scared to move. Within seconds he was charging at me, aiming at my heart, when all of a sudden a patch of light hit his face. I finally saw my pursuer, it was me.
"Holy fuck" I said aloud, being pulled out of my dream. I looked at my clock, it read 3:00 P.M. but I had a hard time believing that due to the lack of windows in my basement room. I call it my dungeon.
When I went to push off my bed I was hit with a massive headache, probably from the beer. Then I felt a twinge of pain in my arm.
"What the fuck" I said looking at my arm. To my surprise I had three clean cuts on my wrist, bleeding pretty heavily. "Shit" I said, grabbing bandages from my bedside cabinet, sticking a large one on my arm. I didn't have to worry about my sheets. They're black, so the blood won't show up. However I tossed them in the washer anyway.
This happens quiet a lot. Not the dream but the cutting. When I cut I get distracted from my hopeless, loveless, depressing shit life. Apparently my only safe escape from all that isn't so safe anymore.
When I got off my bed I stepped on something cold. My razor. When I picked it up I noticed the blood on it. My blood, obviously.
"Well" I said aloud, "not much I can do know." So I just tossed my razor back in the cabinet with the bandages.
"Hey Gee, hurry the fuck up, we're gonna be late for school" yelled my younger brother Mikey from the opposite side of my door.
"Alright Mikes, just give me a minute" I yelled back.
"Ok" he mumbled, irritated.
After I pulled on some black skinnies and a long sleeve shirt, I went to put on a thin line of eyeliner.
Yes I'm a guy, yes I wear eyeliner, get over it.
I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable. Not like I really care that much. However for someone who's pretty pale with raven black hair and eyeliner on I look pretty hot.
"Alright Mikes, let's go" I yelled at my brother, grabbing my car keys. "Finally" he said, looking more excited than usual.
"Hold up" I said, glaring at Mikey, "since when do you care about being late to school" Mikey blushed. "W-what do you mean" Mikey stuttered. "Come on Mikes, who's the girl?" I asked, knowing instantly it had to do with someone.
"Her name's Alicia" he said, blushing more furiously. "Well, let's go so you can see this Alicia" I said, giving him an evil smirk.
10 minutes later…
As soon as I parked the car Mikey was halfway to the school gates. He must really like this girl. I'm more of a dick than tits guy if I say so myself. That's right, I'm gay, don't like it? I don't give a flying fuck.
I was walking to my locker when I heard my friends Ray and Bob running to catch up with me.
"Hey Gerard, wait up" ray called after me. "Hey guys" I greeted the two of them. "Gerard we have something to tell you" said Bob, looking scared. Bob never looked scared. "Ok shoot" I replied. "Well" started Ray, "umm, Bob and I are kinda… together" said Ray, blushing.
"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you guys" I said hugging them both. "Really?" said Bob, "I thought you'd hate us" Bob had looked ashamed he'd even thought it. "How could I hate you guys, I mean I'm gay, so I don't have a reason to be against it" I said to both of them. They both looked relieved. "Besides, you guys are like my only friends so I wouldn't want to fuck that up too" I said smiling so they knew that wasn't the only reason I was happy for them.
"I'm so glad you don't hate us" said Ray. He looked like a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Soon enough the bell rang, telling everybody to get the fuck to their first period, I had math. Ugh.
"I'll see you guys later" I said, walking the rest of the way to my locker to get my math book. "Bye Gerard" they both yelled over their shoulders, leaving to class hand in hand. How cute, I thought. But that thought didn't last long.
I soon heard Bert, the ass of the school.
"Hey emo" he said, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I tried to ignore him. It just got him angrier.
"Faggot, answer me when I'm talking to you" he had reached me at my locker now. "Leave me the fuck alone" I snarled at him.
"What the fuck? You think you can talk to me like that?" said Bert slamming me against my locker. I could feel the blood trickling down my neck. Fucking great.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I thought to myself, why me, why now?
"Come on fag, let's go for a walk" said Bert, knowing he was causing pain. I just kept my mouth shut this time.
Soon enough he had stopped at a locker that looked faintly familiar to me. But why? Before I could think it through more he picked the lock and shoved me in the locker. Locking it when he was satisfied.
"Now you just stay in there and think about what you've done" he spat.
When I knew he was gone I started to cry. Wishing more than anything I had a blade with me.