Life Doesn't Mean Anything Without Your Love; It Never Has
you cant touch my brother...
I fallow their gaze and..
its Gerard standing across the hall in all his glory staring at us with a stone cold emotionless look.
as soon as the tear rolls down my face I see a flash of something in his eyes then a look of complete hatred and then he starts walking towards us, slowly, step by step, taking his time. there is like 2 or 3 seconds between each two steps. and he doesn't take his stare away from the jocks.
I notice that the hallways are empty the bell must have rang when jack was busy destroying my face. now Gerard is face to face with jack. he stares at him for a good 10 seconds. all this time none of them does anything. they are completely in shock then suddenly he gripes jacks collar, shoves him against the opposite lockers and starts hitting him,... remorselessly.
he falls to the ground. hits his head and passes out. it took like what?5 seconds? that's what brings the other two out of their state of shock and they start going for Gerard but before they even take one step forward he pulls something out of his back pocket, a knife. they stop in their tracks. Gerard raises his other hand up with his palm towards them as if to signal them to stop then he brings up his right hand that has the knife in it and puts the blade on the palm of his left hand then pushes slightly and brings it down tearing the skin. blood starts spilling out and he is starting at them emotionlessly the whole time.
their faces drown of blood completely. they have gotten the message. they got what this act meant. in that simple act Gerard was saying that he is not afraid of hurting nor is he afraid of getting hurt. he would draw blood if necessary and he was crazy enough to do it and the look on his face confirmed that he wasn't joking and I know he wasn't. he was dead serious, he always was when it came to me and protecting me. I was his brother and no one was to look at me or touch me the wrong way.
it has been like that since we were kids. Gerard was always there for me, to protect me and to ,make all the fears and tears go away. but in this case, jack's bullying was something I had hidden from Gerard. I didn't want him to know how weak I really was. I didn't want him to know that I couldn't even defend myself. I would wash my face afterwards and I always had some powder in my bag for bruises. I had hidden it so well and now everything was ruined because fuckin jack stiller had decided that hitting me in the main hallway before the start of the classes was a good idea. fuck you jack. I was in my own thoughts when I saw Gerard take a bottle of water out of his bag, open the lead and pour it all over stiller's face. he started coughing and opened his eyes. Gerard just stood there till he was completely conscious and started to stand up but Gerard pushed him back down which caused him to land on his butt and his back hit the lockers so now he was in a sited situation with his back leaning against the lockers.
"please..."he begged
geared just smiled his creepy one sided half smile then kneeled in front of him and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. jack's eyes went wide. Gerard then looked him straight in the eyes.
"understood?"
jack just nodded frantically. his head hitting the locker a few times in the process.
"can I be sure?"
"y...y..yes"
Gerard then caressed his chick with two fingers which made him flinch
"good boy"
then he stood up and watched with death cold eyes as jack gathered his belongings and stumbled down the hallway and then he was by my side in a blink of an eye, a look of worry and concern across his face. he wasn't school Gerard anymore. he was my sweet and protective Gerard.
"are you okay?"
"yes" I looked in his eyes and smiled which he returned. oh my god that hurt more than all the hitting jack and his dogs could ever give me to look at that beautiful smile on those beautiful lips knowing that you can never have them. I sighed and started to stand up. oh shit my ribs hurt like hell. I hissed and closed my eyes then all of a sudden there were hands around my waist helping me stand up. my eyes snapped open. my sweet sweet Gerard, what am I going to do with you?....
its Gerard standing across the hall in all his glory staring at us with a stone cold emotionless look.
as soon as the tear rolls down my face I see a flash of something in his eyes then a look of complete hatred and then he starts walking towards us, slowly, step by step, taking his time. there is like 2 or 3 seconds between each two steps. and he doesn't take his stare away from the jocks.
I notice that the hallways are empty the bell must have rang when jack was busy destroying my face. now Gerard is face to face with jack. he stares at him for a good 10 seconds. all this time none of them does anything. they are completely in shock then suddenly he gripes jacks collar, shoves him against the opposite lockers and starts hitting him,... remorselessly.
he falls to the ground. hits his head and passes out. it took like what?5 seconds? that's what brings the other two out of their state of shock and they start going for Gerard but before they even take one step forward he pulls something out of his back pocket, a knife. they stop in their tracks. Gerard raises his other hand up with his palm towards them as if to signal them to stop then he brings up his right hand that has the knife in it and puts the blade on the palm of his left hand then pushes slightly and brings it down tearing the skin. blood starts spilling out and he is starting at them emotionlessly the whole time.
their faces drown of blood completely. they have gotten the message. they got what this act meant. in that simple act Gerard was saying that he is not afraid of hurting nor is he afraid of getting hurt. he would draw blood if necessary and he was crazy enough to do it and the look on his face confirmed that he wasn't joking and I know he wasn't. he was dead serious, he always was when it came to me and protecting me. I was his brother and no one was to look at me or touch me the wrong way.
it has been like that since we were kids. Gerard was always there for me, to protect me and to ,make all the fears and tears go away. but in this case, jack's bullying was something I had hidden from Gerard. I didn't want him to know how weak I really was. I didn't want him to know that I couldn't even defend myself. I would wash my face afterwards and I always had some powder in my bag for bruises. I had hidden it so well and now everything was ruined because fuckin jack stiller had decided that hitting me in the main hallway before the start of the classes was a good idea. fuck you jack. I was in my own thoughts when I saw Gerard take a bottle of water out of his bag, open the lead and pour it all over stiller's face. he started coughing and opened his eyes. Gerard just stood there till he was completely conscious and started to stand up but Gerard pushed him back down which caused him to land on his butt and his back hit the lockers so now he was in a sited situation with his back leaning against the lockers.
"please..."he begged
geared just smiled his creepy one sided half smile then kneeled in front of him and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. jack's eyes went wide. Gerard then looked him straight in the eyes.
"understood?"
jack just nodded frantically. his head hitting the locker a few times in the process.
"can I be sure?"
"y...y..yes"
Gerard then caressed his chick with two fingers which made him flinch
"good boy"
then he stood up and watched with death cold eyes as jack gathered his belongings and stumbled down the hallway and then he was by my side in a blink of an eye, a look of worry and concern across his face. he wasn't school Gerard anymore. he was my sweet and protective Gerard.
"are you okay?"
"yes" I looked in his eyes and smiled which he returned. oh my god that hurt more than all the hitting jack and his dogs could ever give me to look at that beautiful smile on those beautiful lips knowing that you can never have them. I sighed and started to stand up. oh shit my ribs hurt like hell. I hissed and closed my eyes then all of a sudden there were hands around my waist helping me stand up. my eyes snapped open. my sweet sweet Gerard, what am I going to do with you?....
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