Struggling with more Ways than one

~Gerard's POV~
I glare at my alarm clock as it wakes me up with it's annoying screams. I crawl out of bed and prepare for my first day as a high school art teacher. The old teacher went on leave and Mikey asked me if I wanted the job and I said yes and so did the school. I look at my matted raven hair and I brush it then run my fingers through it and flip it.
"I look fabulous." I smirk at myself in the mirror. I change into a white button down a white and black striped tie, black pants and black converse. As I throw on my black vest I walk into Mikey's room to tell him to get up since I teach at Belleville High and he attends as a student.
"Get up Mikes." I say as I flip on the lights.
"These lights have always blinded me." he mumbles as he sits up and puts on his glasses.
"Get dressed you don't want to miss your first day." I sing as I rip the covers off his bed.
"Dude, it's your first day we've been in school for like half a semester." I frown.
"It' our first day going, together." I smile as I ruffle his hair, "Get ready now or I'm going to drink all the coffee."
"No!" He yells jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom. I laugh and head downstairs and make the coffee. Mikey comes down a few minutes later.
"C'mon bro," I say as I pull out the car keys.
"Just a sec," he says grabbing his coffee and heading outside. I lock up the house and get in the car. It's a short drive to school considering we live within close proximity to it. I park the car and get out then say goodbye to Mikey as I make my way to the art classroom.
I sigh as I walk in, trust me I love art but the work strewn across the walls is pitiful. I expect this kind of work to be done by second graders. Most of the kids are in this class because they expect to be an easy A, it might have been with their old teacher but with me I'm going to give them hell. While the slackers turn the ashes I will find the true artists who withstand the flame and maybe even succeed in putting it out. There is one piece that isn't on the walls but in the trash that catches my eyes. I uncrinkle it to see two people about to kiss but their faces are splattered in blood. Written across the top in white is So Long and Goodnight, it doesn't jump out at me of much importance but I keep it in mind as I put the piece in my bag. I read the scribble in the corner of the painting and it reads:
Fletcher Bores. I'll return this to the person if they seem to be wanting it back, if not I intend to keep it seeing that the original owner that nothing more of it than trash.
I wait a couple of minutes, every other sipping on my coffee until the first bell rings in. I watch the students fill in and they all seem pretty normal until a girl with Blue pastel hair down to her shoulder comes in and immediately takes the seat farthest away from everyone. Her hair is statement enough but the way she carries herself concerns me, she walks as if she is invisible, and if that is the case I intend to let the world know she is there. I shake the thought from my head and greet my first period.
"Hello everyone, I'm Gerard way your new art teacher."
I glance over to the pastel girl, she looks at me as if I just said that she has cancer. She raises her hand and I call on her.
"Yes?"
"Erm, what happened to our old art teacher?" she mumbles, I have to listen closely to hear her.
"You didn't get the email?" I ask referring to the email I sent out to all the parents.
"No sir, I have no computer."
"Oh in that case she's on leave, she instructed me to have you all do the assignments she assigned last week so get to work." I order the rest of the class and sit down in my chair. I put my feet up on my desk and know I shouldn't but I need to stretch. Occasionally I peer over my converse to look at the pastel girl who is working quietly in a sketchbook. I wonder what she's working on so intently and eventually I get up and look for myself. I lean over her and whisper, "That looks beautiful." I startle her and I feel bad.
She mumbles a thank you and heads back to work on her sketch of a wolf. I look over at the clock so I don't seem weird to the other students and when I look back her sleeves are rolled up and I cant help but notice the scars on her forearms, especially the one that's bleeding through the toilet paper she tried to use to clot it.
"What's that." I ask looking at her arms.
She looks at them and then pulls her sleeves down after exclaiming "Nothing!"
The bell rings and she runs away I try to call after her but it's futile.
"I'm such an idiot!" I scream kicking a chair across the room, grateful no one is in here but me. I put my face in my hands and run my fingers through my hair. I have to get on with the rest of my day. I put on a fake smile and try to survive until the last bell rings and try not to think about that girl.
*
I practically bound out of my skin when the dismissal bell rings, I wave good bye to my class and quickly gather my things, making sure the picture is in my bag. I leave out the back door and am greeted by the crisp wind. I'm at my house in minutes. I unlock the door and throw my stuff in the basement before heading outside to smoke, I needed to get my head off things. I sit outside in the fall weather and ponder for a while before noticing it's gotten dark, I look at my watch and it's 7:30. Time really does fly. I walk back inside and put in my music as I look at the sorry excuses for senior art work. I don't grade them harshly because I want them to understand how bad they are and then fix it. I hear Mikey come inside and I do wonder where he has been and I almost get up when I hear a second pair of footsteps ascend upstairs with my brother. I do get up when a pair of footsteps comes down the stairs and walks into the living room, I pass by it and see a female figure. Which is strange because I know Mikey doesn't like them. I head upstairs to find Mikey in his room and immediately start instigating him.
"Why the hell is there a girl in our house Michael?!"
"Dude you know what I am she has no home so I let her crash here."
"You didn't think of asking me first?"
"What is it not okay?" he asks confused.
"No, its fine I was just startled to see a girl sleeping downstairs is all."
"Alright, Goodnight Gerard." he dismisses me.
"Night Mikes." I reply. "Hey mikes," I whisper quietly.
"Yea?" He says pulling his head out of an Avengers comic.
"What's her name?"
"Fletcher."
"Thanks." I mumble I close his door and pause for a moment knowing the painting and this girl must be connected, after all Fletcher isn't exactly a common girls name. I head downstairs and turn on the light. It's the pastel girl from school, and now she has a name.
"Evening Fletcher."

Notes

I'm probably going to do the next POV as Fletcher but if you want a future chapter in a certain POV leave it in the comments and I'll pick the one I have the best idea for/think is best.
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