Beyond The Filter

You're worthless
Useless
Fat
Ugly
Talentless
Unexceptional
All these thoughts running and circulating around in my head as I sit on the freezing bridge I had been earlier, clutching my head, doubled over in mental torment. I can't let the get to me-
yes you can-
there is another way-
no there's not, You will listen to me.
NO! I'm stronger than this.... I attempt to stand up, but with legs so weak due to the time standing in this winter breeze, I cannot find strength to do it. So I do the only thing I can bring myself to do. Cry. With nobody around, who cares? I sit there in a pool of regret and carelessness with streaks of tears streaming down my face. I do this until I hear a voice, not a mocking one, but a considerate and slightly worried voice. Strange.
"Erm, are you okay there?" The voice asked. It was a high pitched voice, but not high enough to belong to a female. I opened my eyes to a blur of darkness and for a second wondered if there was actually anyone there. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw him. He was dressed in dark clothes. Completely black, complete with a studded belt, The Misfits shirt, black leather jacket and converse. Nice fashion sense. But then I saw his face. Features of an angel with dark aspects, meaning his eyeliner that was expertly smudged in all the right places that complimented his stunning hazel eyes and slightly long black hair. I couldn't stop staring at this guy-
"Do you speak?" He asked, rather sarcastically, but in a nice way.
"Oh, y-y-yeah, s-so s-s-sorry" I battered out.
"Oh gosh, a stutterer, my friends just like you, apart from he's a guy- anyway, you seem a little, how can I say this, fucked up? You don't look in the best state, not that you're not good looking I meant-" I giggled slightly
"No I know what you mean, well if you look around me, my night hasn't been g-g-great."
"Well I can tell." he looked around as of he were a police inspector at a crime scene. I've never seen this boy in my life, not at school, in the neighbourhood, nowhere. But something seemed familiar about him, something special, something that smells like home. I sat up a little.
"Here let me help you!"he beamed as he locked his arm with mine and pulled me up. I looked tiny compared to him. But that doesn't shock me as I'm smaller than most people around here.
"Thanks- ermm?"
"Oh I'm Gerard Way! Local sass queen and comic book collector extrordanare!" He said as he took a bow "and you are?"
"I'm Crystal, Crystal May, nice to meet you." I smiled slightly.
"well, don't you have to go to your parents?" He asked. He didn't know, it's not his fault.
"I- I- Erm, I d-don't have any parents...' I stammered out. He looked shocked for a moment and then sadness showed in his gorgeous hazel eyes.
"I'm so sorry Crystal! I shouldn't of asked that-"
"No! No it's fine you didn't know, it doesn't matter," I interrupted his apologising. I've had enough of that over the year that they've been gone.
"Well, at least come over to my place? I'll make you some coffee and we can watch a movie or something?" He asked.
"Yeah, that sounds cool! Thank you." I smiled at him, the first genuine smile I've given since that awful day.
"I've got to warn you though, my brother will bombard you with questions and me, plus he's got a few friends over but I can tell them to beat it." He said as I gathered up all the vital parts that remained of the camera and it's set before Gerard escorted me to his house.

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