They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

The next few classes took so fucking long. Next was English and I was honestly really happy to see Frank. I blushed at the thought and looked down. I was taken out of my thoughts my getting thrown into a wall. Fuck.
"The fuck you smiling about you bastard?" Fuck Zacky why now? "None of your shit. Get the fuck off of me!" "No way. You're not getting away that easy," he said as he grabbed me by the throat and started hitting my head against the wall. With each hit, he had a new thing to say. "No one loves you..." slam. "No one needs you..." slam. "Go slit your emo wrists..." slam. "And go..." slam. "Fucking..." slam. "Kill yourself!" Punch, kick, hit. Zacky punched me in the stomach and I gasped for breath as I fell to the floor. I couldn't find the oxygen I needed. My vision started to blur. Soon Zacky turned and started walking to his class. I coughed and felt the slight taste of blood in the back of my throat.
Thats it. I'm done. I'm sorry Mikey, I have to. I picked myself off the ground and stumbled to the bathroom. I hit the walls once I walked in from dizziness. I walked over to the sink and put my hands on it to hold myself up. I looked at myself. Who are you? That is not me looking into the black holes I call my eyes. My neck was starting to bruise, my head hurt like a motherfucker and my stomach was throbbing in pain. Tears started falling down my imperfect face. I pulled up my sleeve to the arm I haven't cut in a while and moved a tile on the wall. My secret razors were still there thank god. I picked a fairly new and quite sharp one and started dragging it across my skin. The cuts were sloppy from me being dizzy and using my left hand (cause I'm right handed).
The razor slipped between my fingers as I started seeing white and black spots. The white sink having drops of my blood littered on it. I fell against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I think I was dying. I couldn't tell. I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps came to a quick stop. I moved my head slowly to see who it was. I could've swore I locked it...probably not. I saw black skinny jeans, a black hoodie and black hair. The most that stood out were their eyes; beautiful hazel eyes filled with worry and concern. Oh fuck.
"G...Ger...Gerard...?" was all Frank could spit out...

Notes

Suspense!!!!

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