With Every Blade You Stain

It was almost 4:30pm when I snuck in through the back door of my home. I was really glad it was Wednesday, that was the day my mum had her counselling, so she wouldn't be home for another half hour at least.I walked down the hallway of our small, single-storey house to my bedroom, located at the end, where I collapsed onto my bed. For a while I just lay there, gazing up toward the ceiling, and then before I knew what was happening I had leaped off the bed with the most energy I had had in weeks, sprinting back down the hallway while yelling repeatedly.
I'm so lame.
But I couldn't believe it. I had payed $18 for a bus fare to go to the airport with the slim chance of glimpsing my idol, and he had come over and had a conversation with me. And got my phone number.
Holy hippopotamus.
Gerard Way had my phone number.
He was just being nice though. I mean, come on, why would a guy like him voluntarily want to talk to someone like me? Then again, he had been someone like me once. Maybe he would text? Nah, he's Gerard Way, am I crazy?
I sighed and flopped down on the couch, plugging in my headphones and picking up my sketchbook. Of course he wouldn't text me.
...
I walked into school the next day feeling surprisingly good about myself. I hadn't self-harmed for almost a week now, and despite my little disagreement with Mrs Matthews the other day, my usual bullies had seemed to have quietened down.
That reminds me, I have to get my school bag back.
I walked towards the chemistry classroom, praying to whatever gods would listen that Mrs Matthews wasn't in there.
Just my luck, she was.
I closed the door softly behind me - there was no going back now. I coughed slightly and saw the back of Mrs Matthews stiffen.
"Uhh.... Excuse me Mrs Matthews?" I asked timidly.
She turned around - incredibly slowly - and her eyes blazed when she saw who it was, but then, to my suprise, her face softened considerably.
"Yes, Miss Graymond?" She questioned in her usual clipped tone.
"Ahh.... I was wondering if you knew were my school bag is... I, uh, left it here the other day"
She smiled maliciously, and I repressed a shudder.
"It's in the office.... Dear", she said, and I suddenly felt very afraid. My jaw still ached from Monday.
"Thanks", I muttered, half expecting her to say some snarky remark, but she just turned back to the pile of papers on her desk, and I hastily left.
I arrived in the office two minutes before the bell went, picked up my school bag and headed off to my first class - art. I loved art. It was the one subject where I could truly be myself, not having to worry about others judging me. And Mr Branson let us listen to music. The bell rang just as I was grabbing my books out of my locker - I slammed it shut and hurried up the corridor to the art department. I slid into the room just as Mr Branson was calling out the roll - he was still on 'E' luckily, but I was close to being late. I really didn't need another detention. I slipped into my usual seat - at the back on my own - and took out my work. I was halfway through a drawing of My Chemical Romance - a scene from their song 'Sing', where they are walking into the BLI building. I like that scene because its really dark, and they all look so serious. I smile crept across my face as I took out a soft pencil to shade around Frank's eyes with, when I realised the room had gone quiet. I was about to glance up and see why - Mr Branson had popped out for a minute so it should be noisy - when I felt a strong tug on my neck and my face slammed into the desk. The room erupted into laughter and jeers as I saw Jed, one of my usual bullies, scrambling out from under the table and high-fiving another guy as they whole class roared in laughter. I rubbed the back of my neck and loosened my school tie. It had obviously been hanging under the table and Jed had pulled on it. Yay. Now I have a headache and everyone is laughing at me. I shook my hair over my face in embarrassment, and remembered all of the reasons I hated this uniform. We all look like we've been to a funeral - full-length black trousers, white long-sleeved shirt, black-and-red striped tie and black blazer for the boys, and the same for the girls except with black stockings and a knee-length black skirt. The irony for me is that it's almost the same as the uniform in 'Im Not Okay' by MCR. The amount of eyeliner I wear combined with my pale skin complexion only adds to the whole funeral-look.
I sighed and plugged in my headphones, just wishing I could escape this shit.
And then my phone beeped. I looked down at it and saw I had a text from a random number.
"Hey" was all it said.
Then another one followed.
"It's Gerard"
Holy shit.

Notes

Aw.... Poor Karla :(

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