Something beautiful

Tuesday was an ok day. Frank and I exchanged phone numbers.
Wednesday was awful. First i woke up not on auto pilot, then i was so angry at the world that i didn't take my pills. (which is never a good idea) I came to school hoping Frank would be there, he was sick that day.
"Hey where is your boyfriend, Gerard" a jock said tauntingly
"is he blind or something? Who the fuck would want to touch you" another said.
"fuck you" i said quietly
"what did you say to me, you waste of life" he said holding my by the collar of my shirt
"I SAID FUCK YOU YOU DEAF ASSHOLE" i screamed and spat in his face. Probably out of some self destructive instinct. if it was instinct it worked, the jock punched me in the face and pushed me to the floor kicking me on the way down.
"Later fag" the asshole said
i got up and stumbled to the bathroom to clean the blood off my face, and to drink. i sat in a stall and cried. No one loves you waste of life who the fuck would want to touch you who died i hope it was you their insults swam around my head as the blood leaked out of my nose. I went on auto pilot then, climbing out the window then falling out not caring about how much it hurt. i immediately began chain smoking and drinking. By lunch i was drunk. i stumbled home swearing along the way, by the time i got in the door i was mostly sober. My mom saw me walk in.
"Oh my god! are you ok?" she asked concerned.
" i just fell, i need to go upstairs" i said.
i aimlessly grabbed things from my room. my pocket knife, my phone "mom im spending the night at a friends house"
"but its a Wednesday" she said skeptically
"we need to study" i knew my mom, she had to say yes.
"ok, make sure you eat something" she said
I stumbled around the city till 4. then i called frank, i don't know why, maybe auto pilot.
"hello, Gerard why are you calling me at four in the morning on a Thursday?" he said slightly angry.
"i want to die" i said my voice shaking
"Fuck,are you serious?! where are you?" he said
"im at the park, i think" i said looking around. it was hard to tell i was still a little drunk.
"stay there im coming to get you" he said.
i sat on the parking lot waiting for him.

Notes

ok im already working on four. Can you guys rate this? I want to know if you like it. Enjoy four, killjoys!