Surrender the Night

“Good morning Gerard. Get anymore sleep last night?” Mikey, his brother asked, coffee in hand. He had medium length brown hair that was almost always hidden under a beanie. He was leaning against the far kitchen counter as he walked in. The tables were a gray granite and there was a island in the middle of the kitchen, with kitchen bar chairs on the other side of the counters.

“I envy people in comas.” Gerard replied, his voice low from his lack of sleep. He sat on one of the bar chairs, and laid his head on the counter with a groan.

“You look like crap.” Mikey said, smirking and taking a sip of his coffee. It was true, he had red bags under his eyes, and his skin was paler than usual.

“Thanks.” He said with a muffled smirk. His head was still crammed in the nook of his arm. He was tired and didn't feel like going to school, knowing what was awaiting.

“Coffee?” Mikey asked, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, hell to the yes.” Gerard answered. It was 7, and Mikey poured his coffee in his usual black and red mug. He loved the overwhelming taste and smell of coffee, you could say he was addicted. Once he was done sipping the warm liquid he ran up to the bathroom, to put on the usual smeared layer of eyeliner. He changed into his usual black dress shirt, red tie and black, ripped skinnies.

“Off to the prison they call education we go.” Gerard called to his brother before he went to his car to drive to school, Mikey trailing after him and crawling into the passenger seat.
Gerard sighed to himself, realizing today was gonna be like any other day. The street was lined with buildings and trees as they passed them in a blur. The buildings weren't that tall, but the trees hung over the street, shading the road. They finally got to the cracked faded concrete of the parking lot. On the other side of a short field was a bland building. The inside looked just like the outside, gray and boring.

He got his backpack out and slung it over his shoulder, not positive if he was ready for another day in this hell. The smell of clorox, teenagers and paper filled his nose as he walked in the door, the usual dirty looks from the office ladies as they passed. He walked down the Senior hallway, everyone made sure to steer clear from him. They would whisper to each other about what he was wearing and how he wore eyeliner. They would yell names like ‘emo’ ‘fag’ and ‘gay’ to him, not helping with his already low self esteem. He finally got to his locker, right when the bell rang.

“You look rather ugly today.” Said Jessica, a girl who Gerard didn't even know. Jessica always called him names, although she didn't go any further like most guys.

“Oh I was just trying to look like you.” Gerard responded, trying not to sass her ass back to 1977. It didn't help that he would reply to their torments, it would usually end up with him getting punched or kicked. Jessica rolled her eyes and headed to her class. Gerard swore to himself, already knowing this day would be hell, once again. The next three classes went by rather slow. There wasn't any notable things happening, the usual pushing in the hallway, name calling. Nothing new.

Notes

I hate writing Gerards life badly, I don't want that for him. But oh well.
I hope you Killjoys are having amazing lives.

I just bought a bunch of pins from Hot Topic which I am excited about... Yeah.

xoxo Death Obsessed