Darling, Don't Lie to Me
nice to meet you
Next day:
I wake up to my alarm going off. Fuck its monday. Ugh i rile off my bed and walk over to my closet. I decide on black skinny jeans and a smashing pumpkins shirt. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I look at the mirror. My hair is a complete disaster, gotta love bed head. I take off my clothes and go into the shower. I hear a knock on the door half way through my shower.
"Mikey hurry up! I need to get ready to you know."
"I'll be done in five minutes." Ugh Gerard is so annoying sometimes. He is the ultimate sass queen.
As I finish my shower I put on my clothes and brush my hair. Its still a mess so I decide to wear a beanie. I apply my eyeliner and head dine stairs to get something to eat.
"Gerard the bathroom is all yours."
"Took you long enough."
"Relax. You still have an hour to get ready. I'm heading in early today. I need to show this new girl around so I'll see you during llunch"
"Okay." I walk out the door and to my car and put the keys into ignition. My mom borrowed it yesterday because hers ran out of gas so the music that was in was pop. I decided to just turn the radio off.
When I got to the school I immediately went to the office. Violet was already there.
"Hello, my name is mikey way. Uhmm I guess your in all of my glasses and you'll be my shadow for the next week or so." Violet was wearing a leather jacket, a shirt with skeleton hands making the rock and role sign all over it. I saw the same shirt in hot topic a couple weeks ago. She had a choker necklace on with a media length sleeping with sirens shirt. She was wearing black skinny jeans and she looked pretty bad ass.
"Uhmm okay my name is violet it's nice to meet you mikey." She said as she stood up holding on to her books.
Something about her intrigued me. I don't know what it was. I needed to figure it out. That's when I saw another girl next to her. The girl had black around her eyes black in the too of her nose and stitches in each side of her mouth. She looked quite like a scarecrow. That's what I will call her scare crow girl. she was saying something to violet. I couldn't figure our what she was saying but it seemed like violet and the respetionist didn't see her so I figured she was dead. Yah yah I know I sound fucking insane but I can see and talk to the dead.
"Well we should go then. Uhmm first I'll show you to your locker than around the school. What locker number do you hhave"
"Uhmm" she looked down at all her information and then spoke again" 667"
"I figured you'd have that one. I'm in the locker right next to it. Normally locker number goes by last name but since you are new you just got out in the next open locker. Mines the one before it 666."
" locker 666"
"Yah I got 'the devils locker' or so everyone besides me Johnnie gerard and a couple other people call it. You'll meet my brother and Johnnie and ray and Bob and frank at lunch."
"Johnnie? As in Gilbert?"
"Yah. You know him?"
"Yah he's my foster brother. I met him Saturday when I first arrived. He was the only one home I got there."
"Oh cool. Johnnie is a cool kid. Were like best friends."
"Oh johnnie told me about you. Your the only one who know about, well you know"
"Oh yah he told you about me? What did he say?"
"Oh just about how your the only one who knows his secret and he's the only one who knows yours. I didn't ask what it was because I'm not a noisy person."
*okay good. I don't want everyone knowing because they would think I'm crazy and out me in a mental hospital."
"I know the feeling. I have so many secrets but one is like when I told any of my parents they thought I was crazy and sent me away. That's why I have had so many homes. Everyone thinks I'm crazy."
"Wow. How many home exactly?"
"Since I was first put in foster care. 12. In 8 years."
"That's almost two a year. That's like horrible. I never understood why people could be so cruel. Why were you first out into foster care? If you don't want to tell me it's fine." At this point we had just gotten to our lockers and violet leaned against hers.
"Well when I was seven and a half my mom was at work so it was just me and my dad. We were in my room when we heard the door open. My dad told me to go in the closet. The closet door was one of those doors were you can see through it from lines through the wood. My dad called the cops. When he heard foot steps coming up the steps he started to act like he was cleaning my room, make it in obvious that he just called the coos or that he knew someone was in the house. I see the door open and a man with a mask and a gun came in the room. My dad looked towards the close . I knew the look it was his I love you look. He motioned fir me to be as quiet as he can. The person didn't see him since his back was turned to him. The man spoke 'turn around' my dad did as he told 'weres the little girl' 'she's not here. I took her to her grandmas because I was called into work' at that point you could here the sirens 'fuck. You called the fucking cops' and then the man shit my dad I watched my dad collapse on the floor. He was still alive he looked right at the closet with the saddest and most guilty looking expression I have ever seen. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs and five men with guns walked in the room 'put your ands up and turn around' the man with weapon in Hands and raised them ' put the gun down' he started to move the hand with the gun towards the ground but stopped and pointed it toward himself and pulled the trigger. He had dies immediately. My dad was still breathing at that point and still conscious. Three of the coos ran to him 'can you hear me?' He nodded then pointed toward the closet. The other two police walked over to the closet and opened it I was there they carried me out of the house. My dad was dead by the time he got to the hospital. My mom blamed me for his death so 8 months later she put me in foster care. And 12 home later here we are." She said the last sentence crying I went and hugged her. She cried into my shoulder as I wisoered comforting words to her. Once she stopped crying we both went to our first class. Which was study hall.
