His fist slammed down onto my face , I could already feel the blood seep from my nose. I received blow after blow from the taller , older boy. Each punch harder than the next , pain rippled and coursed through my weak body. Hot salty tears mixed with my own blood streaked down my face. He slammed me against the lockers once again and his final punch connected with my jaw. He held me by my throat then i weakly and very hesitantly opened my eyes. He slid me up against the lockers so i could clearly see him. An emotion i couldn't quite place was burning in his pretty eyes. I took in all of the glorious details in his face. I gasped trying to get the oxygen i ever so needed into my lungs. He slammed me against the lockers again.
"God dammit Iero!" he bellowed. Some of his spit hit my face in small droplets. I stared at him blankly. The unknown emotion flashed once again through his eyes then regaining the harsh predatorial look. I whimpered in response then he let go of my throat , i slid to the ground into a heap. Not caring about the blood that was streaming out of my nose and lip. At that point i was emotionally numb , welcoming the familiar stinging into my body. I glared at his black converse march down the corridor , leaving me alone. What a perfect first day.
I got up and slowly made my way to the nearest bathroom . Crimson liquid was leaking out of my nose and lip. A small cut had appeared on my cheek bone. After ridding myself of the blood on my face i silently slipped out of the bathroom. fuck this. i Quickly rushed my way out of the corridor bursting through me back doors , heading home. Not caring it was the first day of school.

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I lunged up my creaky front steps into my house , slamming the door behind me. i clambered up my steps into my room closing and locking the door behind me. I fished a stray cigarette out of my pocket and snatched the lighter off my desk. I opened my window and jumped into my roof and sat down inhaling the cool September air. I rolled the "coffin nail" in between my fingers and slowly lit it , pressing the stick to my lips. I exhaled , watching the poisonous fumes escape my mouth.
My thoughts wandered back to Gerard. I flinched realizing i was in love with someone who wouldnt ever love me back. I mean i wouldn't blame him. Who would want to love a broken , and utterly alone boy? Who would ever want to love a severely depressed boy whose mommy was dead and daddy who got wasted and was never there for him? The realization of being alone of the rest of my life coursed through my veins. An animalistic sob ripped through my body , igniting every damned nerve in my living corpse. I was unloveable , useless , pathetic , worthless. Dear god did i cry , then I cried and cried even more. Gerard would never love me , the misfit boy. I was just the broken boy that no one wants to play with. I stubbed out my cancer stick and wiped the remaining tears from my face. I crawled back into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I cried myself to sleep for the hundreth time that month.

Notes

Hey guys! how is the story so far? Some feedback would be great! Dont worry things get better! <33333
PS: the titles and some of the italics are from songs by The Front Porch Step. you should definetly check him out his songs are amazing...
thanks for reading!