Another Cog in the Murder Machine

I wake up feeling terrible. Not sick or anything, but like I physically don't have the motivation to get out of bed. I don't even care if it is a school day, I feel like dying.

"Hey, come on you're gonna be late for school!" My dad appears in the doorway.

"I don't feel good," I groan.

"You never feel good," my dad groans and walks in.

"But this is worst than usual," I groan and open my eyes, squinting at the brightness.

"Why don't you just agree to go a therapist or something?" My dad sighs. The thing about my dad is he cares and tries to do the best he can, he just doesn't really know what to do or how to do it.

"I don't need a stupid therapist!"

"Fine, just get out of bed!" He pulls my arm and drag me out of bed.
"Come on, you'll see your friends!"

"I don't have friends," I snap.

"What happened to that boyfriend you mentioned?"

"I think he dumped me," I reply honestly. I'm not really sure, but I think we're over.

"Well, just go to school and I'll buy you ice cream or something on my way home from work," he offers.

I sigh and slowly pull myself up.

"There you go. Shit, I gotta get to work! See you later, B, I love you!" He rushed out the door and I hear the front door slam a few second later. I sigh, dreading the next eight or nine hours of my life.

I drag myself into the medium sized building and shuffle to my locker. I sigh as I hear other people laughing and talking happily amongst each other. I catch a glimpse of who I think is Frank, but I'm not sure.
I suddenly get the urge to run. Out of the building. But not back home. I feel like packing a bag and running away. Yeah, I'm gonna do it.

I head for the door and step outside as the bell rings, nobody will notice me. I quickly make me way down the few stairs before I hear my name being called.
"Brayden!"
I turn my head and see Gerard walking towards me. I cringe a little as he gets closer and drags me around a corner.

"Chill out, I'm not gonna hurt you," he snaps at me.

"Look, I'm sorry for ruining your relationship with Frank," he say looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

"But Bob did that,"

"Well, I helped him..." he trails off.

"That's it?" I stare at him.

"What?" He asks confused.

"You're not even sorry for bullying me for the past three years?" I expect him to throw me to the ground or something but he doesn't. He just stands there.

"Okay, look. Honestly? That's the only way I really knew how to talk to you. It sounds really bad but it made me feel better in a sick twisted way. And I hate you but don't hate you at the same time."

"Why did you wait until now to realize all this?" I ask emotionlessly.

"Because what I-what Bob and I did, it hurt Frank too. And he's my best friend, ya know?"
I remain silent.

"I feel like shit now," he mutters.

"I always feel like shit..." I say to no one.

He moves a little closer to me and I walk away, remembering my plan to ditch this life.
"Hey-" he calls out.

"Go away," I yell without turning around or stopping.

"But I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't heal these cuts, Gerard," I say slowly, turning to see his face.
He stops walking after me and I grab some stuff from home before leaving. I look at my house one more time, hoping it'll be the last I see it for a while.

Notes

I'm gonna try to update this at least once a week from now on!
*title creds to the song "Whore" by In This Moment*