The Sharpest Lives
You give a Fxcking asprin a headache
I feel a little lost in this world
I try a little noise and choke
I've honestly never felt this alone
Oh, I just need someone....
I scribbled down the lyrics on the fine lined notebook paper that was located in the worn sleek black one subject notebook that was laying open on my shabby green carpeted floor in front of me. The Lid of the number 2 pencil dotted the last period quickly and then found it's way to my lips, where I began to bite on the eraser tip lightly, lost in an abyss of thought. I scanned the paper multiple times in hopes of a new idea arising so I could add more to the song I had been working on for months, but unfortunately my mind drew a blank. 'There goes another month of my time', I told myself with a heavy sigh and shut the notebook, only then sliding it into the depths of my worn misfits messenger bag and fastening the clasps to hold the contents in the bag. I Gathered up my bag after fastening the clasps and stood up, my back cracking in relief and freedom from being hunched over a notebook for two hours straight, and flung the bag over my shoulder so the strap rested on my left shoulder while the bag itself rested just above my right thigh. I grabbed my battered old cell phone from it's resting place on my bed and turned the device on checking the time, which read 8:15 a.m, then shut it off shoving it into my jeans pocket and walking to my door and out of my room. The hallway leading away from my safe haven was silent of the mornings, well it always was to be honest. I sighed and made my way down the stairs, the toe of my beat up black converse kicking aside an empty beer bottle. I sighed yet again and made my way to the front door, stepping to look at my disgusting reflection showing my chestnut brown hair and pale facial features, then opened the door t reveal freedom. The wind blew against my face, making my hair askew, as I shut the front door and walked hastily away from my house, clutching my jacket closed so I wouldn't freeze due t the nippy wind. My destination was one of which I never took lightly, School. I kept my pace on the pasty pavement of the sidewalk as I arrived at school, walking through the entrance into the crowded hallways. 'Just Don't let them see you..' I told myself as I began walking down the hall with my head down avoiding all eye contact with the human race. I was on my way to my first period f the day when I heard quick footsteps behind me and a voice yelling, 'Hey Fag!', followed by a force connecting with my petite frame and throwing me into the lockers. I would know that voice anywhere. It was one of the jocks that always found enthusiasm and humor in picking on the weak, like myself. I pushed myself away from the locker, maybe too hard, because as soon as I pushed off of the metallic surface, I stumbled over my own 2 feet and landed with a thud into someone. "Hey Watch it iero!" The Somewhat deep voice called down to me, pushing mw away. I didn't have to look at him to know who he was, but I did anyway. As soon as my eyes shot upward to meet my victim, I saw that face. That Chizzled face with those gorgeous brown eyes. Fiery red hair covered on of them but barely. "S-sorry.." I mumbled as I quickly averted my gaze to my feet. I felt a hand push my shoulder, causing me to stumble, but luckily I caught my balance. "What Iero?" The voice perused in it's hateful manner. "I..I said I'm sorry." I replied, a little more clearly than before. I heard a grunt after, followed by a, "You better be." And then he walked off in the same direction I was going. Gerard Way, a year up from me. I was his #1 target for pranks and jokes, and he was the #1 person I tried to avoid but I never could. His piercing gaze always made me shake in fear of being stomped into the ground by his size 13 converse. When Gerard had left, I began making my way to my first period again, my head hung low as I entered the room, preparing for Hells gates to be open.
I hastily took a seat in the back of the room and got my Notebook out and began to doodle as the first bell rung, signaling the beginning of what I wish was the ending.
I try a little noise and choke
I've honestly never felt this alone
Oh, I just need someone....
I scribbled down the lyrics on the fine lined notebook paper that was located in the worn sleek black one subject notebook that was laying open on my shabby green carpeted floor in front of me. The Lid of the number 2 pencil dotted the last period quickly and then found it's way to my lips, where I began to bite on the eraser tip lightly, lost in an abyss of thought. I scanned the paper multiple times in hopes of a new idea arising so I could add more to the song I had been working on for months, but unfortunately my mind drew a blank. 'There goes another month of my time', I told myself with a heavy sigh and shut the notebook, only then sliding it into the depths of my worn misfits messenger bag and fastening the clasps to hold the contents in the bag. I Gathered up my bag after fastening the clasps and stood up, my back cracking in relief and freedom from being hunched over a notebook for two hours straight, and flung the bag over my shoulder so the strap rested on my left shoulder while the bag itself rested just above my right thigh. I grabbed my battered old cell phone from it's resting place on my bed and turned the device on checking the time, which read 8:15 a.m, then shut it off shoving it into my jeans pocket and walking to my door and out of my room. The hallway leading away from my safe haven was silent of the mornings, well it always was to be honest. I sighed and made my way down the stairs, the toe of my beat up black converse kicking aside an empty beer bottle. I sighed yet again and made my way to the front door, stepping to look at my disgusting reflection showing my chestnut brown hair and pale facial features, then opened the door t reveal freedom. The wind blew against my face, making my hair askew, as I shut the front door and walked hastily away from my house, clutching my jacket closed so I wouldn't freeze due t the nippy wind. My destination was one of which I never took lightly, School. I kept my pace on the pasty pavement of the sidewalk as I arrived at school, walking through the entrance into the crowded hallways. 'Just Don't let them see you..' I told myself as I began walking down the hall with my head down avoiding all eye contact with the human race. I was on my way to my first period f the day when I heard quick footsteps behind me and a voice yelling, 'Hey Fag!', followed by a force connecting with my petite frame and throwing me into the lockers. I would know that voice anywhere. It was one of the jocks that always found enthusiasm and humor in picking on the weak, like myself. I pushed myself away from the locker, maybe too hard, because as soon as I pushed off of the metallic surface, I stumbled over my own 2 feet and landed with a thud into someone. "Hey Watch it iero!" The Somewhat deep voice called down to me, pushing mw away. I didn't have to look at him to know who he was, but I did anyway. As soon as my eyes shot upward to meet my victim, I saw that face. That Chizzled face with those gorgeous brown eyes. Fiery red hair covered on of them but barely. "S-sorry.." I mumbled as I quickly averted my gaze to my feet. I felt a hand push my shoulder, causing me to stumble, but luckily I caught my balance. "What Iero?" The voice perused in it's hateful manner. "I..I said I'm sorry." I replied, a little more clearly than before. I heard a grunt after, followed by a, "You better be." And then he walked off in the same direction I was going. Gerard Way, a year up from me. I was his #1 target for pranks and jokes, and he was the #1 person I tried to avoid but I never could. His piercing gaze always made me shake in fear of being stomped into the ground by his size 13 converse. When Gerard had left, I began making my way to my first period again, my head hung low as I entered the room, preparing for Hells gates to be open.
I hastily took a seat in the back of the room and got my Notebook out and began to doodle as the first bell rung, signaling the beginning of what I wish was the ending.
Notes
Hm....First Ferard...how do you like it?
It seems cool, update soon, please.
2/14/15