Surrender the Night

After lunch Gerard found himself at the end of the herd of kids going inside to their next class. He sulked down the hallway, craving gnawing at his stomach for another cigarette. Thats when Gerard felt it. His stomach dropped with the falling sensation, his face smashing into the cool cement floor. Someone had tripped him when he was consumed with his thoughts of skipping class for a smoke.

"Awe, I'm sorry, little emo fell. Oops." A deep voice said in a mocking tone. Gerard was met with a shadow of jeans and a varsity jacket in front of him, "here let me help you up." The guy said as he grabbed a fist full of Gerard's shirt and pulled him forcefully to his feet, smashing him into a locker. The metal shook against the growing pain in his face and spine. The boys face met his with a mocking grin, Jesse, Gerard should have known his voice. Jesse grinned a sideways mischievous grin as Gerard kept quiet, giving Jesse some sort of scared death stare. "But I guess the true question is, what are you going to do about it?" Jesse questioned, loving the feel of dominance he had against Gerard's scared body. He switched his hands on Gerard's shirt, so his left hand held him pinned. He then swung his good hand at Gerard, hitting his square in the jaw. Pain immediately flooded Gerard's face.

Jesse let go of Gerard's shirt right after his punch, his own hand stinging a bit. Gerard fell to the ground, and automatically curled into a fetal position. Jesse saw this as another opportunity to hurt Gerard, so he took his good leg and hit him repeatedly everywhere along Gerard's body. Jesse's friends must have saw what he was doing, as another three boys began to do the same to Gerard. Gerard had fallen away from the lockers so they gathered in a circle of flying kicks.

Once the late bell rang they looked up, surprised for some reason, the reason in which Gerard didn't really care for. They walked off, rather satisfied with themselves. They laughed and pushed each other with grins on their faces, a couple even turning to flip off Gerard. Gerard waited till he knew they were far down the bland hall. Gerard used on arm to cover his stomach, and another to lift his upper body up. He looked at the smooth, shiny, gray concrete floor. There was spots of red, more dripping down from his bleeding nose and gash in his face from hitting the lock on the locker on his way down. His hair fell down, causing black walls around his vision. Gerard couldn't help but laugh a bitter, vengeful smirk, tasting the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He spit some lingering blood on the floor before getting up.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" A deep unfamiliar voice asked. Gerard was surprised by this, people usually passed when they saw him covered in blood from a recent 'deserved' beating. Gerard looked back, his hair causing black lines in his vision. He had just tried to get up and didn't get very far before he heard this voice.

"Y-yeah. Uh, I'm fine." Gerard responded almost speechless, but getting these words out. This boy, this boy was strangely familiar.

Notes

Um, yeaaahhhhhh. Ugh, work isn't that much fun. Especially when your paycheck is cut in half to pay off your new bass. But eh, I got a bass. Yes, I shall become musi-lingual. If thats a thing... Ok anywhoooooo.

Hope you all lives are a-okay.

How do, how do I english? *Face palms*