Bullets
Fuck everything
"G-Gerard, i-it's ok... It was just the wind from the storm-"
"I don't care! This pisses me off, and you know what happens when I get pissed!" I began to sob, but since there was no light, except for a dim moonlit sky, Gerard couldn't really see the tears.
"Gerard, I-"
"Just shut the fuck up and fix the window. I'm going to bed."
I heard his heavy footsteps disappear up the stairs, the door slamming shut and locking after. I sighed a long, depressed sigh as I fell to my knees, right over the shards of glass. Considering it was almost midnight, there were probably no companies open that could fix the window. Being the freak I am, I picked up a piece of glass, putting it to my wrist.
After a while of the glass cutting, the other shards were puddled with blood, soaked in sadness. I sighed one last time, before finally deciding to go to sleep. I sprawled over the broken glass, making my bed there for the night.
Why couldn't Gerard just be nice?
I awoke to the sound of the morning birds, to the fresh, new spring air.
Also, to the shocked stares from Gerard.
"W-why is there blood on those pieces of glass?" Gerard commented, eyes shivering with fear and sorrow.
"You," I began. "You did this, you caused this, YOU, GERARD!"
"I-I'm sor-"
"No Gerard! You're not! I can't tell you how many times you've said this. You're not sorry, as much as you say you are." Gerard sighed, moping his way to the kitchen. I heard some pans fall from the pan holder, some glasses breaking, and fists slamming on tables. I grunted in annoyance and walked out the door.
I was done here.
"I don't care! This pisses me off, and you know what happens when I get pissed!" I began to sob, but since there was no light, except for a dim moonlit sky, Gerard couldn't really see the tears.
"Gerard, I-"
"Just shut the fuck up and fix the window. I'm going to bed."
I heard his heavy footsteps disappear up the stairs, the door slamming shut and locking after. I sighed a long, depressed sigh as I fell to my knees, right over the shards of glass. Considering it was almost midnight, there were probably no companies open that could fix the window. Being the freak I am, I picked up a piece of glass, putting it to my wrist.
After a while of the glass cutting, the other shards were puddled with blood, soaked in sadness. I sighed one last time, before finally deciding to go to sleep. I sprawled over the broken glass, making my bed there for the night.
Why couldn't Gerard just be nice?
I awoke to the sound of the morning birds, to the fresh, new spring air.
Also, to the shocked stares from Gerard.
"W-why is there blood on those pieces of glass?" Gerard commented, eyes shivering with fear and sorrow.
"You," I began. "You did this, you caused this, YOU, GERARD!"
"I-I'm sor-"
"No Gerard! You're not! I can't tell you how many times you've said this. You're not sorry, as much as you say you are." Gerard sighed, moping his way to the kitchen. I heard some pans fall from the pan holder, some glasses breaking, and fists slamming on tables. I grunted in annoyance and walked out the door.
I was done here.
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