"What the hell is this?" I looked around at my old family and old friends. I couldn't believe they actually let my parents ship me off to this nut house. "It's a party!" Jess exclaimed. "A birthday party! Isn't this fun?!" She said in a high pitched voice. I peered around the room from the party decorations to the presents on the bed with my mouth opened wide. "No, this isn't fun!" I yelled back. "This is the opposite of fun." I started to head back to my room when I heard a familiar voice call after me. "Millie wait!" he shouted over the music playing in the background. It stopped me in my tracks. "Johnny?" I practically whispered without looking back.
How could she bring him here? How could they let him into this place anyway? A tear rolled down my pale cheek. When I looked up he was standing right in front of me. His black messy hair hiding his guilty gray eyes. He wasn't looking at my face. "What?" I asked annoyed and ready to cry again. I wished so badly for my razor to comfort me and make the awkwardness fade away. "Nice dress." he laughed. When I didn't join in he stopped awkwardly. "So… how have you been?" He asked quietly while everyone else watched us silently. "Fuck you!" I yelled and stormed off to my room.
He grabbed my arm with his strong hand and forced me to stop. "OW!" I yelled though I wasn't really hurt. "I just wanna apologize." He said in a comforting voice that reminded me of why I dated him in the first place. "For what? Dumping me when you found out about my scars? For letting me harm myself so much? For letting them send me away to this place?" I officially lost it. I began crying uncontrollably. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I was too weak from all the emotions swirling in my head to pull away. "It will be okay." He whispered in my ear.
FLASHBACK:
We were surrounded by girls yelling 'I LOVE YOU GEE!' and boys singing along to mama but we sure weren't paying much attention to the concert going on around us. We danced along to the music that surrounded us and we were in our own little world. Me and Johnny, Johnny and me. That's all there was. "I love you!" He yelled over the crowd. It would have been nice if had actually heard what he said instead of reading his lips. Speaking of lips, within moments his were on mine. The was nothing that could separate us. Or that what I thought.
"Come with me." He said with that bad boy look in his eyes that I always loved. He grabbed my hand and led me away from the crowd to the parking lot to his small back car. "I know where this is going." I said slyly and slid into the back seat and he followed after me. His lips quickly found mine again and traced down my jaw to my neck. He placed his hand up my shirt minus the inexperienced boy awkwardness. He obviously knew what he was doing. It felt wrong but I didn't want him to stop.
Suddenly he yanked he hand out from under my shirt and stared at his fingers in shock. Even though it was dark I could see the glistening of the blood. "You're… bleeding. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" his confusion turned to worry and fear. "No it wasn't you! I'm okay." I quickly said kinda embarrassed. "But…" he said looking at the blood again. I pulled off my shirt and exposed my cuts all over my body. He looked shocked than angry. "Get out!" He yelled. "Just get out now!" I was scared so I left the car. He got into the car and left me all alone in the dark without a shirt to wear. I was starting to get cold out. Tears began to fill me eyes and I blindly ran to hide behind a big car where I hoped no one would find me for a long time.
It felt like hours had passed since Johnny left me stranded at the concert. Surprisingly I hadn't run out of tears because thy were still pouring down my cheeks and they were two hours ago. I didn't even move when I heard a group of people coming closer and closer. "You guys played great tonight." The voices sounded familiar but I could barely hear over my sobbing. "Wait do you hear something?" another voice said. "Yeah. It sounds like crying." Another man added. "There's a girl back here." The first voice said. "And she looks hurt. Help me get her off the ground."
I was too weak to stand on my own so two of the guys helped me to my feet. "Are you okay?" A voice asked. I was still blinded by the tears but I realized that there was 5 of them all wearing black uniforms. "Frank?" I asked confused. "Yes its me. Are you okay? Who did this to you? If I find his I will kill him for hurting a fan!" He said looking around the empty parking lot and if he was hiding somewhere around here.
"NO!" I yelled. I was mad at Johnny but I didn't want him to get hurt. "We don't fix things with violence." Gerard said. "Gee…gee…" I tried to say his name but I chocked on my tears. "I'll protect you." he said holding on to me tightly. "Wed better call her parents." Mikey said. "No!" I yelled back. "You're hurt and alone. Your parents must be worried." I felt a little more relaxed when I heard Ray's voice. "They don't care about me." I said emotionless. "Of course they care about you!" Frank comforted but I knew he felt my pain. "Well at least get some clothes and we'll decide what to do next." Bob said.
On the bus Frank tossed me a t-shirt that was way to big but I put it on anyways. "Misfits. Sweet!" I said coolly. "So you're a fan too?" Gerard asked with that cute smile on his face. All I could do was smile back. "You must be hungry. Pizza sound good?" Bob asked. I nodded my head in excitement obviously forgetting how I ended up there anyway. We found a small pizza place on a side road and stopped to eat. "So how'd you get all those scars?" Frank asked which depressed. Me.