Gerard’s POV
I woke up earlier than usual because, well, today was the day! More precisely, today was the first day of my new job. Me, Gerard Way, a teacher. It was surreal, like a trip but without all the colours and the disappointed voice from my therapist. I just hoped I’d gotten better at dealing with kids.

I just threw on some skinny jeans and a shirt because really who dresses up for school anyway? While in the bathroom I couldn't resist the urge to look in the mirror. Huge mistake. I looked all wrong, not fat per say since high school but just… I couldn't put my finger on it. There was something wrong there. The long, cruel scars were still as prominent as ever on my arms, a constant reminder of my past. I shivered and chose a long sleeved hoody to wear.

It took me years of therapy, hospital stays and general medical bullshit to get me to the state of constant okay ness that I was at. My memory was full of black spots, but I remembered all too clearly the important details. Me, slumped in the school bathroom while the others hammered at the door. Probably trying to get to me, hurt me again. No more. Me, with blood painting my arms in an almost beautiful way in the poor lighting of the bathroom. No more. Me, painting my epitaph on the tiles above me. No more.

I still didn’t know how I survived. The next thing I remembered was being in an ambulance, surrounded by concerned faces. No one I knew. Then again, who would have cared?
Ugh. I pushed these morbid thoughts from my mind and put on my perfectly practised fake smile. Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it. New job, new start, those ghosts are never gonna catch me. I repeated this to myself as I set off to my new school, my smile slowly becoming more and more real as I considered my future as an art teacher.

Notes

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