If I fall you'll catch me, right? *frerard

I feel like a paper on the high road. Useless. No one needs me. I am on the bridge. Or better to say that I stood on the tip of the bridge. Less than a half of the meter from me there was nothing, but water 20 meters down. No chance to survive, if you'll jump. I thought that if I will jump no one would miss me, no one would even notice that I am gone forever. No one will. I kept repeating this words over and over again in my head. I took a step towards the end and in a matter of second I already felt the wind shrieking around me. But this feeling of relief did not last for long. Someone grabbed my hand. I looked up and saw the person I have never expected to see at that moment.


Sometime back
Gerard’s POV
“Beep. beep” I groaned when heard my alarm clock go off. “Wake up, you cunt” I heard my dad scream from another room. I stood up from my bed and when to bathroom. I looked in the mirror and observed my reflection. I looked pale and I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I looked skinny, skinnier than I could afford. I looked like I might faint any moment but I felt even worse. I stepped in the shower and stood under hot water, saving that moment of peace because I know it would last long. I washed my hair quick because I know that my father would be mad at me if I would take long and make him wait and I dont want to have a first day at school with a bruise on my face. I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair. I went to my room and put on my skinny black torn jeans, band tee and a black hoodie to cover my scars. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I went in my mother’s room. Like usual she was on her bed sleeping. She looked pale and you can actually see her bones. The thing is that my mom is sick of cancer and a little money that my family has we all spend it on medicine for her. “Hi mom” I said in whisper with real smile on my face. She opened her eyes “Oh hi swe-” she interrupted herself with a cough. I gave her a glass of water that sat next to her bad. I lifted her little bit for her to be able to drink water. I know she would not be able to lift glass herself and it broke me inside. My mom was the only person who could understand me. “Thank you sweety. So are you excited for a new year?” she said with small smile. “No, I would much prefer stay here with you” I said and felt like I was about to cry. “Oh baby, I love you. I know you have problems with kids in your school but it’s new year. You can make friends” she said trying to be cheerful but you still can hear hope in her voice. Sure I would be able to find friends but all people think that I’m suicidal kid and much prefer to use me as a punching bag than a friend. I wanted to say but I didn’t. Yes, my mom knew about my “problems” that I have with kids in my school but she never really knew that they punched me almost every damn day. Oh and also my mom didn’t know about my cuts or anything like that but she has her own problems that she needs to worry about and she doesn’t need to worry about me. “I love you too mom. I will try. Okay I need to go. I will see you after school” I said and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

I leaved her room and closed her door and before I could turn around I felt someone turn me around and I saw that it was my father. “I said you could not see her without my permission” he said. His face so close to mine that I actually can feel his breath on my skin. You can smell beer and strong smell of cigarettes. I couldn’t even react before I felt a punch on my stomach. Pain was strong but I was used to it. He soften his grip on me and I fell on the floor. “I hope you understand me. Next time consequences will be worse.” he started to walk away but he didn’t leave without saying “Stand up you cunt. You will be late for your shitty school” and then he leaved. I stood up after few moments and already knew that I will have a bruise where he punched me. I lived my house and close the door after myself. Then I started to walk to school. Mikey- my brother- probably already left for school. He didn’t talk to me much at school or home. He was ashamed of his older brother or was just afraid that he will lose his popular friends that actually beat me up everyday. Oh well. I think to myself.

What can I say. My life was a hell. My father beats me up like any other popular dicks in my school. The only person that actually cares about me aka my mom is dying. My own brother never talks to me and of course I have no friends. The only way for me to relax was art. Hopefully, after graduation everything will be better. I will move out of this shitty town and move somewhere where no one knows me. Yeah, that’s good plan. I didn’t notice for how long I’ve been walking but I’m standing right next to parking lot for my school. I took a big breath and put my hood up and pulled sleeves even more down. With one last big breath I started walking to the enter of school. I could hear people scream words like “emo!” and “suicidal cunt!” and many more behind me but i didn’t really care I just needed to get my stuff and live thought this day. Yes, It was my strategy for everyday in my life and you know it works good enough.

I started walking to the office to get all my shedule.

After I got all of my papers, I started to search for my locker. I think I finally found my locker but before I could even reach my locker I felt a push and I fell on the floor then I felt that someone is kicking me in my stomach and after few minutes they started to get bored and they just leaved and screamed “Happy new school year scum!” . I heard a bell ring but I still could stand up because of the pain in my sides. Happy fucking new year to me.

Notes

Hi peeps) So this was my first chapter for my first and new story. How I already said it's my first story so dont go hard on me and Im not native english speaker so if you find any english mistakes, sorry. So give me feedback in the comments. And Frank will be in a few chapters ;) Sorry if chapter was shitty.
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