Gerard's POV
Oh my god. I'm dead. I have to be dead, this is happening. I'm currently surrounded by darkness, and I have no idea why. I just woke up in it, feeling cramped in a tight space almost. "H-hello?" I choke out. After a few minutes, I hear noises right in front of me. A beam of light surrounds me, and I'm falling forward. I groan in pain and take in my surroundings. Oh. I'm not dead. I was shoved in a locker again. A hand offers to help me up, and I gratefully take it. "Gerard, really? Again? What happened this time?" Said whoever helped me out this time, which was my little brother, Mikey. Well, he's only a year younger than me. Whatever. I roll my eyes. "Yep, I'm just great. Couldn't be better." I spit out sarcastically. "Gerard, you've been missing for 2 hours. You've had far worse. Now let's get you home." I nod in reply, feeling guilty for snapping.
We walk down the hall, and I eventually balance myself out and I can think clearly again. Mikey stops in front of the bathrooms and gives an apologetic look. "I'll be 2 minutes, nobody can hurt you. Wait out here." I roll my eyes and relax against the wall. I drummed my fingers, messed with my nails, adjusted my hair, and tapped my shoes lightly before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Got a problem, Way?" I hear. I freeze, and refuse to turn to them. By the voice, I already know who it is. "Leave me alone, Kellin. I'm leaving now." I mutter and face him. I check my phone to see that it was only about 1:50, meaning he's not going anywhere. The bell isn't going to ring for a while. Before I know it, Jack Fowler and Justin Hills are also here. They're his closest friends, and I'm their punching bag. Suddenly, another person shows up, and my stomach knots at the sight of him. When he sees my face go pale, a smirk settles on his lips. "L-look, I really need to go…" I stammer, the silently wishing for Mikey to hurry the hell up. "Well, what a shame! Stay a bit!" Jack fake whines. They're closing in on me, and I flinch, just waiting for it. Kellin's fist collides with my jaw, and I close my eyes and sink to the ground with a hopefully quiet whimper. Life sucks. Soon, they're all kicking me. "Guys, a teacher! Go!" One of them shrieks, and I'm left alone on the floor. I hear Mikey gasp. About time. I reach my hand to my head and find the source of the sharp pain to feel a warm liquid damped my fingers. Not again.
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"Mikey, go grab an ice pack. He'll be up in a bit." I hear someone say. I open my eyes to find that I'm in my bed. My best friend, Ray, is sitting on the end, and I just barely catch Mikey leaving the room. Memories rush back to me, and I try to sit up. "Dude, what are you thinking?" Ray snaps and forces me back down. I grab the handheld mirror by my bed and look at myself. Not too bad this time, only a cut on my lip and from what I can feel, bruises all over my torso. Oh god, I hate them. Why do they find my pain so entertaining? I never understood them. Suddenly, I feel myself falling asleep, so I don't resist.
"Stop talking. Why are you even alive? You don't deserve this, Gerard." My father spat in my face. "Now, Donald, please go easy on him. He's your son." Said a shaky voice. "Shut up, Donna! He's your failure of a child, too, you know. I'm not the only one stuck with... it." At that, a tear rolled down my cheek, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. He stops yelling and stomping around. "Are you crying?" He almost whispers, and I could hear the hidden rage coating his raspy voice. I shook my head no, but it doesn't help. He picked me up by the collar of my shirt and opened the basement door. "Men. Don't Cry. You're a disgrace, a failure to this family." And with that, he threw my weak frame down the stairs, closed the door, and locked it. My mother was sobbing, I could hear. Before I knew it, so was I.
I wake with a jolt. Calm down, it was just another flashback dream. I tell myself. I check my phone, and it's about 3 am. I stressfully tug on my shoulder length hair and sigh. I have to get back to sleep. Well, it's kind of difficult when you're thinking about someone like Frank.