Three Cheers for Red Hair and Love

The razor sliced the skin on Gerard’s pale flesh. Redd blood pooled out and ran into gushing streams down his forearm. The blade gave him the comfort a funeral never could. The blade understood.

The pain kept his mind focused. It drew his pain from Ryan to the wound. It distracted for a few moments, the only time Ryan wasn’t crushing his brain to dark places. And the blood just reminded him that he was alive. That he wasn’t somewhere else, but that he was here. And that maybe someday he could get better.

Gerard’s brain was in a dark haze of depression and anxiety. Everything fluidly flowed back and forth. The days bled together like the rivers on his arms and the nights were filled with his angel. His Ryan. Old scars closed for years were reopened by the razor, Gerard’s saviour. The pain kept him going. It gave him something to live for, as everything had been taken away from him.

August was fast approaching and the thought of school and facing his classmates haunted Gerard. They would notice his scars and cuts, and maybe they would try to help, but they would just make it hurt more. Not a single one of them even slightly understood what he was going through. They wouldn’t understand that the razor wasn’t what was hurting him. None would get that the razor was his only escape. They would say time heals all wounds, but some wounds are too deep to not leave a nasty scar.

And then there was Ray. Ray Toro and his band of overgrown shaggy haired freaks. They thought Gerard was a sin, that he didn’t deserve to live. Not that Gerard felt he had any reason to live anyways. They used him as target practice. As a punching bag. They crushed him. But now there was no one to save him. Not anymore.

Notes

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