I Hear You've Been Bleeding

Gerard's POV
My alarm went off at 6:30 on the dot. I sighed as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I had a shitty nights sleep last night.

My dickish little brother, Mikey, had gone to 'study' with his friends again last night. This studying pretty much consisted of drinking, smoking weed, and snorting cocaine. Then, he comes home and uses me as his personal punching bag. Mainly because I'm gay, and he is a homophobic asshole.

Ugh, I really don't want to go to school today. As along with my shitty home life, I'm also bullied by the most gorgeous guy in the school, Frank Iero.

I know I shouldn't think he is perfect because of him being a twat and all that shit, but I can't help it.

~ at school ~

Believe it or not, I actually do have one friend in this hell hole, and his name is Ray.

We met up for a few minutes at our lockers, before we went our seperate ways to class. However, out of the corner of my eye I spotted Frank, and I knew he had seen me too, so I pulled my hood up and started walking away quickly - but not fast enough.

"Oi, faggot" he shouted at me, all the while laughing with his friend, Pete. Pete Wentz was the nicer one of the two, he had never actually hit me or said anything about me - he just never did anything to stop it.

"Don't fucking ignore me, you fatass piece of shit." I looked down at myself, and sure enough, even though I hadn't eaten anything at all in four days, I was enormous.

As I had ignored Frank again, I felt a massive blow to my face, shortly followed by a sickening crunch. Frank continued to punch and kick me, shouting outrageous words to me, such as 'worthless' and 'fat' as I curled up into a ball on the floor, crying silently. This carried on for about thirty minutes, until Frank was satisfied with his damage and walked away.

I forced myself to get up and run to the bathroom where I shut myself into a cubical and cried. I ran over everything that Frank had said to me over in my mind as I realised it was true. Every part of it. I am a worthless, fat faggot who can't do anything besides fuck everything up. With these thoughts, I brought out my blade and slashed it across my thigh. I sighed in pleasure as the warm red liquid flowed down my leg, pooling on the bathroom floor. I carried on with what I was doing until I heard a voice.

"Gerard?"

Notes

So I wrote this story once, and then had to write it all again to get to the point I was at because tumblr locked me out ._.