You're Beautiful To Me.

Selena's P.O.V.

I tried to fall asleep, but hunger nagged at my stomach. I didn't eat lunch that afternoon because I didn't know how anything worked. It probably said something about it on my information paper, but I never felt like looking. I just used my lunch period to reflect on what had happened. I tried to really wrap my brain around it. What I did to Gerard. What I even did to deserve it. How I felt about Mikey. But it all just made my mind spin and give me a headache. I got off the bed about 20 minuets into my attempts to fall asleep and walked to the kitchen. I still had my Vans on so I stopped my the front door and placed them neatly by Aunt Rosie's other pairs of shoes. I made it into the kitchen and heard something in the living room. Something like paper being moved. I walked in with my heart paralyzed.
"Oh, Sel." She smiled at me. "I was just reading my book. I had come to check on you but you were out cold." Out cold? I hadn't even gotten a wink of sleep, let alone being "out cold". And I didn't remember her coming into my room at all.
"Why are you home so early?" I asked. Last I checked it was only five and she wasn't supposed to be home until 7:30.
"What do you mean, Sweetheart?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"You weren't supposed to be home until 7:30. That's what you told me." I scratched my head.
"Honey, it's eight o'clock." She stood up. "Are you feeling alright? Are you getting something?" She put her hand up to my forehead to check my temperature.
"I'm okay Aunt Rosie. I must have read the clock wrong when I woke up." I still didn't understand.
"Oh, I brought in your stuff from the car. Your suit cases are by the door." She rubbed her hand on my arm and smiled again. She sat back down to continue her book. "I made dinner too. I put a plate of it on the counter for you if you want. You might want to throw it in the microwave." She called out as I walked away.
"Thanks" I called back. My original intent was food so I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the plate. It was vegetable stir-fry. It was my favorite meal ever since I became a vegetarian.
I took the plate to my room and set it on the nightstand before going back at getting my two suitcases. They had everything I loved in them. Almost everything. I brought them back to my room with thumps behind me. Thump thump thump. I opened them to refresh myself of my old life. A picture of Nic, Trent, Adam, and I, a small crystal octopus that my cousin Ariana had given me, my baby blanket, clothes, a small music box, a family photo, and other sentimental things. The picture of Nic, Trent, Adam, and I made my heart hurt. Nic was in her blue and purple cheerleading uniform and had her purple and blue pom-poms. One of her arms was pumped up in the air and the other carelessly resting on my shoulder. Trent with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other holding a can of soda. Adam's floppy black hair covering his eyes while he laughs like a maniac. We were all laughing. I was between Nic and Trent, clutching my stomach from laughing to hard. We all looked so happy, like there were no worries in the world. I missed those days. The days when I didn't have to start my life over.
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Gerard's P.O.V.
I sat at my desk for a bit and thought. I called her a slut. I hurt my own brother. My little brother. That's not what big brothers were supposed to do. They were supposed to encourage their brothers to go ask that girl for her number or to go ask that girl on a date. Not to call the girl they like a slut. I reached into my desk drawer and grabbed a small box with a lid. That's where I hid my razors. I took off the lid and grabbed one of the many in there. I had been clean for about two years, but now I just deserved it. It was still winter, so me wearing long sleeves wasn't unusual. I always wore my leather jacket over everything anyways. I grabbed the razor and dug it into my skin. You deserve this. It's your fault. You're a fuck up. The razor dug deep into my skin and the blood followed. I cut 12 across my wrist and let the blood flow. I watched the blood drip onto my desk along with tears. I didn't feel anything but emptiness. After a half hour of sitting and watching my blood drain from my arm, I decided to clean it up and get some sleep.
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Selena's P.O.V.
The next morning Aunt Rosie woke me up.
"Are you sure you want to go to school? You don't look very well." I stood up and wavered a bit. She was right. I was sick. But I still wanted to go to school. To see mikey.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I gathered my toiletries and headed to the bathroom. I filled up my hands with water and splashed my face with it. And not soon after, my body plummeted to the ground and was throwing up in the toilet without my permission. But I flushed the toilet, got up and went on with my way getting ready. After I was done with my make-up and getting dressed, I went down to the kitchen to get some cereal.
"Hey hon. You sure you really want to go?" She said while pouring me my cereal.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I promise." I shot a weak smile at her.
"Okay, okay. Is there anything you wanna talk about? You seem a little tense." She leaned down on the counter and put her chin in her hands.
"I'm okay. Just second-day nervousness, I guess." I lied.
"Alright. Well don't hesitate to call me any time and I'll come get you" She smiled.
"Thanks." I got my backpack and shoes on and headed for the door. "See ya." The bus stop was a block away from Aunt Rosie's house. It was still winter so it was cold outside. The air froze my lungs from the inside-out and burned my cheeks. I stopped at the bus stop and waited with a few other kids who stayed in a little clump by themselves. I just kept to myself and listened to my music. When the bus arrived we all loaded on. I was last to step foot on the bus, but when I did, I noticed four seats in the back. Each one being occupied by a different member of the gang. Once I spotted Mikey sitting in his seat I grinned and walked right up to him.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked. He looked up and smiled at me.
"Nope." He said moving his bag. I sat down and waited for insults from Gerard. But they never came.

Notes

Awh Gee :c *cries at my own story* Enjoyyyyy c:

~Onyx c: