Your Words cut deeper than my blades ever could
Bleeding
Gerard POV: I stare at Mikey and Misery in horror, because they are holding hands. I don't think they know I'm watching them and I certainly don't want them to find out.
I silently shuffle out of the boys locker room and down the corridor but I think I can see Mikey watching me out of the corner of his eye.
*********************************************************************** "Er...what did you promise Misery earlier today?" I ask Mikey as we sit on the living room couch watching cartoons.
"I knew you were watching!" Mikey says triumphantly. "Soooo...you promised...?" I demand eagerly.
"Oh. Just that I would do her math homework." He says blankly.
"Oh." I say not fully trusting him.
And so I grab my phone and head downstairs.
Misery POV: I throw myself backwards onto my bed and hit my head hard against the wall. I scowl in pain.
Ping!
I hear my phone sound.
YOUR JUST ANOTHER BLEEDING RAINBOW, DAMAGED AND BEAUTIFUL I read off of the small screen. I'm not sure if I like being called a bleeding rainbow, and beautiful is one thing that does not describe me.
Maybe they have the wrong number?
... Only seconds later I'm somewhere else. I'm surrounded by rainbows with the colors pouring of them (almost like blood) and drips on the pale ground. For a place of rainbows it's quite colorless. For with every drop of color the world becomes more and more consumed with darkness. Petals of black and red roses flutter gracefully down onto the ground. Then I look down at myself. My colors are bleeding as well. Drip by drip. Much like rain or tears until I run out... I wake up on the floor again with drool poring out the side of my mouth. I check to make sure I still have my colors. One things for sure; I do not want to be a bleeding rainbow.
I silently shuffle out of the boys locker room and down the corridor but I think I can see Mikey watching me out of the corner of his eye.
*********************************************************************** "Er...what did you promise Misery earlier today?" I ask Mikey as we sit on the living room couch watching cartoons.
"I knew you were watching!" Mikey says triumphantly. "Soooo...you promised...?" I demand eagerly.
"Oh. Just that I would do her math homework." He says blankly.
"Oh." I say not fully trusting him.
And so I grab my phone and head downstairs.
Misery POV: I throw myself backwards onto my bed and hit my head hard against the wall. I scowl in pain.
Ping!
I hear my phone sound.
YOUR JUST ANOTHER BLEEDING RAINBOW, DAMAGED AND BEAUTIFUL I read off of the small screen. I'm not sure if I like being called a bleeding rainbow, and beautiful is one thing that does not describe me.
Maybe they have the wrong number?
... Only seconds later I'm somewhere else. I'm surrounded by rainbows with the colors pouring of them (almost like blood) and drips on the pale ground. For a place of rainbows it's quite colorless. For with every drop of color the world becomes more and more consumed with darkness. Petals of black and red roses flutter gracefully down onto the ground. Then I look down at myself. My colors are bleeding as well. Drip by drip. Much like rain or tears until I run out... I wake up on the floor again with drool poring out the side of my mouth. I check to make sure I still have my colors. One things for sure; I do not want to be a bleeding rainbow.
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