Well, I can explain what happened to my faith.

Whoa... it's done.

The grass made up of the bed of needles shined due the little bit of moonlight that could reach them. Some of them were stained by the crimson oozing out from the stormy sky. The mountains screamed despair. It was just what I had wanted it to be.

I don't know if it was good or bad, but I do know that I made this with all my heart and soul. I'm not a professional, so if anyone starts pointing out mistakes then I could care less. Putting down my brushes on the desk beside my canvas, I heaved a sigh of relief. Then I realised that I hadn't signed it yet, so yeah I grabbed the paintbrush again, dipped it in silver paint and scribbled "xoxo g" in the downright corner.

For the first time, I turned around to see what others were working on. It was still 15 minutes until lunch. I scanned the entire room, before my eyes landed on the canvas of Caméllia....who was just seated half a metre away from me. But as soon as my eyes roamed around her canvas, I froze.

What surprised me weren't her painting skills (because I'd already assumed they were good too, just like everything else. I seriously can't believe I'm praising that stuck up bitch).... the thing that left me speechless was what she had drawn. It was almost incomprehensible.

It was a girl's face.... half of it beheld a pretty smile and looked beautiful, with wavy auburn hairs with a sunflower tucked neatly in them. She had chocolate brown eye.... just like Caméllia. Then the other half was a stark contrast to it. It still beheld that smile, but the difference was that it was with torn lips. The eye was still the same chocolate brown, but with a much darker tint to it. It was lined with kohl, which seemed to have blended in with the tears staining her cheeks. The hair was pitch black. And the only colour, beside black, gracing that other half was the red splashed on those torn lips.

It was.... amazing. But wait, the topic was "your innermost fear" right? I don't get it.

What is this trying to portray here?

Like I said, its incomprehensible. Even though moments prior I wanted to strangle her for stepping on my foot and kicking me in the shin, right now I just couldn't resist to letting her know how much I admired her work... even though it didn't make much sense. But I can just sense that this is much more deeper than what appears to the eyes and that she might be the only one who can reveal it's theme.

I was broken out of my trance by a hand shaking my shoulder, almost violently. I turned my attention towards that hand.... and who else could it be.....

She glared with an amused expression, "Getard, if you're thinking of doing 'something' to this painting, then trust me I wouldn't even flinch to kick you in the shins again." I almost smiled.... almost. But didn't.

I know I took her by surprise when I said, "shut up and stop being such a klutz. I was just admiring your painting apple head!" She surely was taken aback by my response.

Well, I was too.

But like I said I couldn't resist telling her THAT. She spoke barely above a whisper, "really?" Okay, this was wrong. So I decided to turn my sass mode on. I replied sassily, "darling, as much as I hate you, I can't say the same thing about your work. It must've been vile coming from someone like you. But truth is... I know I shouldn't be saying this but... this shit is amazing. Even though I don't really get it what you're trying to portray here."

She was struggling to not smile, while rolling her eyes at me. Then she punched my arm, but I wouldn't really call it as violent. Then she began, with the same tone as me, "you don't really need to know what this is trying to portray. And sweet heart, don't worry, I hate you too. But just like you, I too am finding it difficult to not admire your work. I didn't really want to admit it, but I would anyways so... I had been looking at your canvas for some time now and as much I hate admitting it- I think your idea's wonderful. And yes, I at least know now that you're afraid of needles."

She finished off with a devious grin. I muttered, "fuck off!" And she replied with a "fuck on!" Then some more dirty looks and sticking out of tongues, before the bell rung indicating that it was time for lunch.

I carefully carried my canvas and placed it on Mr Wentz's desk along with other students. He took a look at the painting before grinning at me, "needles, huh?" Come on, it wasn't so obvious now!!! Just then Caméllia approached Mr Wentz from behind me, grinning just like him. I gave both of them the stink eye, followed by an amused expression before leaving the class... while they giggled at my behaviour.

*At the cafeteria*
My eyes skimmed through the large cafeteria filled with those same existent and non existent species of teenagers. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, before pushing myself forward; even though I wasn't sure where I'd be sitting.

My eyes landed upon an empty table situated at the far end of the cafeteria. Yup, that's it. But first I walked up to the old grumpy lady , where lunch was being served. While picking up some fries, I bumped head with someone.

I looked up to find a guy who had pale skin and the same jet black hairs as mine, except that they were cut short while mine reached up to my shoulders. He wore a lip ring as well. A grin spread across his face. We both muttered a 'sorry' at the exact same time, after which we started giggling.

He was the first to extend his hand, "Hi, I'm Frank. I've never seen you around before, you must be new here." I extended out my hand to shake with his, before replying with a nod, "yeah... I'm Gerard." Just then it seemed as if someone yelled out his name from behind me.

I turned around only to find.... geeky glasses perched upon a white pole... err... none other than Mikey Way, approaching us. A wide grin played across his face as he looked between Frank and I.

I started putting two and two together, just when Frank spoke, with a much higher pitch, "oh wait, he's GERARD, your brother, right?" I broke out into a grin as well, as realisation hit me, "And HE'S the old friend you were talking about, right?" Mikey started laughing, while adjusting his glasses. Then he nodded sharply.

Notes

Sorry for not updating... I thought no one was reading this shit. But out of nowhere, I decided to check on it and I was a bit surprised by the comments. why thanks guys... I'm gonna continue this.
xoxo