It was half 6. Gerard was in the art room, neatly sketching a picture of mystery boy. In this picture he was hugging Gerard, and once he had drawn them he added shading, and it had looked like a photograph. It was too realistic.
"Er.." A sudden voice made Gerard jump out of his skin. When he looked up, he saw Mystery Boy standing in front of him, watching him draw. He suddenly turned a bright shade of red.
"I uh sorry erm I kinda accidentally drew you." Gerard stuttered. Shut up Gerard, he told himself. That sounds so pathetic. The boy looked curious though, but he also looked very creeped out and annoyed.
"who the fuck are you?!" He snapped,making Gerard jump. Oh shit. He told himself. Did you expect him to see it and think you're hot and marry you all of a sudden?! Gerard blushed even more, embarrassed, and managed to choke out "Gerard Way." The mystery boy in front of him looked very pissed off now.
"Well, Gerard way, I would appreciate it if you stopped drawing pictures of me, you don't even know my fucking name and yet you're drawing pictures of us together? What kind of fucked up creep are you?!" He hissed and Gerard felt so ashamed. He wanted to go home and cry. The beautiful boy was glaring at him, pure hatred visible in his eyes. He looked so furious, his face twisted into an angry scowl that Gerard didn't know how to reply. He tried to mumbled an apology but his words failed him, and he ended up opening his mouth and closing it like a goldfish.
"Gay twat. Keep me out of your fucked up gay fantasies" Was all Gerard heard the boy say to him before he stormed out the door, leaving Gerard sitting there with tears in his eyes. He quickly gathered up his things shakily, put on his coat and rushed home. Completely ignoring his family, he rushed to the basement and cried. He leaned against the door, with the boys words echoing in his head. I'm such a gay mistake, he thought to himself, sobbing. After a while he walked over to his box, in which he would hide things inside. He picked out a picture of the boy playing guitar and ripped it into tiny shreds. Then he pulled the drawing of the both of them out of his pocket along with the first picture and ripped them up too. He didn't care that it was his best work, he was ashamed of it. He then picked up a blade that was still covered in dry blood from the last time he used it. He began to slit his wrist, ripping apart the clean flesh and watching the blood pour out of it. I deserve this. He repeated to himself. After a while he stopped, and got into his bed. He was bleeding badly, he felt depressed and upset. He didn't want to face his family, or anyone else for that matter. He closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep, but the harsh words screamed at him in his dreams.
He cried into his pillow, feeling more empty and alone than ever.

Notes

An update! I know you guys weren't expecting an update until tonight, but I just realised, tonight is New Year's Eve! So I will be busy and wouldn't be able to update. Here you go. Gerard finally meets mystery boy! Tell me what you think please, comment, rate, subscribe etc. and what do you want to happen next? I've wrote the next chapter but I might re-write/edit it because I feel that it's rushing into things too quickly. I had to re-write this 4 times until I felt that it was okay, and then edit a lot of things too. It felt horrible doing that to gee, but I had to for the story. Thank you to everyone who's subscribed so far!

Life update: as I'm going out tonight and its New Year's Eve I'm not sure of you'll get a regular update the next day. Blah I'll try. I'm in a very bad mood I guess ;-; what can I do to cheer myself up?!