Another Cog in the Murder Machine

I wake to a room filled with light. I hate having to drag myself out of bed just for school. Maybe I'll just skip it entirely today. I sit up and throw the covers off of me, swinging my legs onto the floor. I throw on a black band shirt along with black skinny jeans and convers and head out, not bothering with a shower or breakfast.

I walk into school and get an uneasy feeling. No different than the one I get everyday, though. Upon closing my locker I feel a hand on the back of my head and feel the sting on my forehead as my face is bashed into my locker. I'm spun around to face none other than Gerard Way, the guy who's bullied me since freshman year.

"What gay band is it today, huh?" He taunts, looking down at my shirt.
"Pierce the Veil?" He snorts. I remain silent.

"Hey, look at me," he growls pushing me against the lockers
with his arm. I look at him with nothing but a blank stare, I honestly couldn't care less.
"What?" I say.

He remains silent and just looks me up and down, taking in my body.
He smirks, which honestly scares me.
"Meet me at lunch," he walks away smirking.

I watch him with now somewhat wide eyes, remaining still until the bell rings. I push him out of my mind and try to focus on the classes, which are boring as hell.
Finally lunch rolls by.

I debate where I should go in an attempt to avoid Gerard, and decide to just go outside. I sit behind the school and eat the little food I brought, so just half of a sandwich. I sigh and lean back against the wall, just enjoying being alone.

"There you are!" I hear, instantly knowing who it was.
I look over and see two people; Gerard and Bob.
"I'd like you to meet my new friend, Bob," Gerard motions to Bob, who's smirking while examining my entire being.

"Today Bob's going to get a turn with you. Sharing is caring, right?" Gerard says pulling me up by the collar of my shirt. He pushes me against the wall and backs off, allowing Bob to step in. Gerard pulls out a package of cigarettes and turns around, as if he's completely unaware of the two human beings behind him. I turn my attention to Bob and tense up, preparing for the worst.
He grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head, he bends down slightly and breathes on my neck. Disgusted I raise my knee to get him in the nards, but his hand shoots to my knee like lightning and prevents it.
"That's not very nice," he whispers before punching me in the stomach. I double over and he pushes me to the ground and proceeds to kick me repeatedly.
"Okay times up, Bob," Gerard says turning around.
But he doesn't stop.
"Bob I said times up," Gerard repeats raising his voice.
"God dammit Bob, stop!"
I look at Bob's foot, coming at my face, before he falls back as if someone pushed him.
I sit up best I can and stare at him. How did he just fall? I look around and see nobody except Gerard, who couldn't have pushed him from where he's standing.

"What the fuck Bob?"
I slowly get up while they're not paying attention and run away, I'm pretty sure unnoticed.

I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I pull up my shirt to reveal an almost completely bruised stomach. I cringe when I touch it and it hurts to move. Suddenly I hear a stall door open and see boy walk out.
Shit.
I walked into the boys bathroom, didn't I?

We stare at each other through the mirror for a minute before he looks at my stomach, gasping.

"What happened?" He says softly.
"Nothing," I say quickly pulling down my shirt and turning to leave.

"That sure as hell wasn't nothing," he says grabbing my arm. My eyes grow wide and he quickly lets go.

"I'm Frank," he says extending his hand. I look at his hand, not shaking it, mostly because of the fact he just came out of a bathroom stall.

"Oh, right," he laughs and walks over to the sink. Right then the bell rings and I make my way out of the bathroom, trying to escape this awkward moment.

"Wait, here's my number," he says grabbing a marker, "can I write it on your arm?"

I quickly pull my covered arm close to my body and slightly shake my head.
"Oh, well, here," he says ripping a piece of paper towel and writing on it. I take the folded towel and put it in my pocket, finishing the day with the bullying from mainly Gerard, and finally going home.

Notes

So as the story progresses she'll develop telekinetic powers. So tell me what you think, I'm mostly just doing this to entertain myself but maybe someone else will enjoy it.