Beautiful Scars On Critical Veins

Mikey’s POVs

Slamming my hand down on the damned thing that you call an alarm clock, I groaned. I Mikey Way was not excited to be going to my first day of high school. Most kids were excited for school however; I was not one of them. I hated school. School was something I loathed. The lessons aren’t detailed enough; the tests are harder than the lessons given and your graded on how well you can take a test. No matter the amount I study, I struggle. But because I’m “nerd-turd”, I’m automatically smart and above grade level. In middle school, I had decent grades; my older brother Gerard helped me on occasion. However, My brother graduated last year and I am now stuck going to school without him.

He just had to go to this art school in New York; it was the best for the art he wanted to study. It sucked that he was gone, but he was only about a 40-minute drive away in reality. Gerard taught me a lot about music and about things we both liked, like history, English and Math. With his help, I was able to get an A in the classes last year; if it were not for him I would have easily failed. Gerard kept me on task, most of the time. He would set the timer and tell me to work as much as I could in a 45-minute span, and then take a 5-minute span to do something else.

Without Gerard, I don’t know how I’ll survive this thing they call high school.

“Michael James Way, You better be awake and getting ready. If you are not ready by the time the bus gets here, you are walking to school.” Mom said after she knocked on the door.

Getting out of bed, I went to my closet where I grabbed black skinny jeans, a black shirt, black fingerless gloves, and a black hoodie. If you cant tell, I like the color black. Grabbing a gray beanie, I put it on. Making sure my glasses were adjusted on my nose, I then grabbed my shoes before going down stairs.

“ Darling are you ready for school? I can’t believe that my youngest is starting high school. In 4 years, he’s going to be a man boy just like his brother.”

“ Mom, you can called Gerard a man all you want, but he still acts 14 like me.”

“Your quite the comedian, anyways, what do you want for breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.” I answered. It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know that.

“If you say so, any who, I packed your lunch. I made a peanut butter jelly sandwich and packed some chips with it.”

“Okay.” I took the bag of food from her and shoved it in my bag before kissing her cheek and walking out the door to the bus stop. Pulling out my headphones and CD player, I put a smashing pumpkins CD in and pressed play. The sounds of the guitars and drums along with the lyrics calmed me. When the bus finally came, I got on and took a seat towards somewhere in the middle.

“HEY NERD. You’re sitting in my seat.” A tall kid yelled in my ear after yanking out one of my headphones.

“Oh. Sorry.” I said before moving and sitting somewhere else.

Once I was seated in a new seat, the anxiety of the situation set in. Please no, not now. I pleaded with my self. It was too late my anxiety had set in. My thoughts ran through my head at a mile a minute, it was hard to breathe, my chest hurt and I felt like I was going to pass out. By the time the bus got to school, I was lost in my head.

Getting off, I knew I was already lost. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself what Gee told me. “The office is straight inside the building, walk the distance of our hallway then turn left.” Following his instructions, I made it to the office to get my schedule.

My first class was Science, and my locker was not far from that. Following the map, I found the classroom and the locker. My combo was easy to remember, it was literally Halloween from a year ago, 103199. Getting to my first class, I picked a seat in the middle and plopped down in the seat. It took about 5 minutes, but the bell rang and people began to come in.

Once the class got going, it got interesting-ish. Biology wasn’t a hard subject, so I had a chance at passing and passing with a high grade. If not, I could always raid Gee’s old room and search for his homework from this class.

“Michael Way. Is Your Brother Gerard?” the teacher asked as he was taking roll.

“Yes.” I said softly as I nodded.

He nodded and finished up roll.

Once Biology finally ended, my next class was History. History went about the same. I figured that I could basically Bull shit myself through the course and still do well. The teacher was easy going and that would definitely play well for me, especially if I show that I am a “good student.”

After History was French. The teacher was really nice, but I had about as much as a clue of the language as a rat in the French consulate. After French was break. I spent the 15 minutes wandering to find my next class. After break was English. English was one of my favorite classes, and as a freshman, I somehow was able to get into honors English. The class seemed like it would be hard, and with the teacher assigning homework on the first night, I knew it would be.

The class I absolutely was not looking forward to was PE. I hated physical things. I refused to run and participate at my old school; it was the only class I had an F in. The teacher was easy going, but we would have to run a lot and participate and dress out in order to maintain a good grade. Once the teacher was done talking about the course, he gave us free time. I sat in a corner of the gym and hid away from everyone else. Of course the stupid assholes didn’t get the memo that I wanted to be left alone because, one of them began to call me stupid names like, “emo”, and “nerd” and “Freak.” I ignored him, but when he got pissed, he picked me up by my shirt and pinned me against a wall.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t bash your face in.” He said venomously.

“Because if you lay a hand on the damn kid, I’m going to do the same to you but worse.” A guy with black hair, and dark brown eyes said. The kid put me down and said, “watch your back, he may have saved you this time, but next time you’re mine.”

The guy who got the kid to put me down then smiled and introduced himself as Pete Wentz. He was a senior in his final year of school, and needed the credits to graduate on time, so he took PE.

Pete had similar interests to me, he liked Music and he played the bass. Once the class was over, I thanked him for saving me from a punch to the face, and parted ways with him. Roaming the halls, I found my next class, Music before going back to my locker to ditch my lunch there.

It turns out; Pete is in my music class too. He sat next to me and we talked about bands and musicians we looked up to. The teacher was pretty chill his name was Mr. Black. He told us all what we could play this year. I chose guitar because it was similar to bass, and guitar seemed like something I should learn. Gerard’s friend Frank was in our class too. We talked to him too.

Once school was over, I got back on the bus. This time however, I sat in the back away from the jocks and the jerks. The ride its self went faster then it did this morning. As I was walking to the front to get off at my stop, a kid tripped me and I fell. My glasses fell and another kid stepped on them. Picking up what I could, I exited with what was left of my dignity.

It was hard to see through my now broken glasses, but I made do in order to get home. My mom wasn’t pleased to see my glasses broken on the first day of school. I shrugged it off and went up to my room. Starting on my homework, I managed to get through all of it at a reasonable time.

Mom knocked on the door and said it was dinnertime. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get myself out of this meal, like I had all the others. Joining my parents, I sat at my side of the table and put some food on my plate. The entire time, I pushed it around my plate and pretended to eat. Mom put more food on my plate, and I about had a freak out in front of her. There was no way out of this without eating. Putting the food in my mouth, I tried to ignore the voices in my head. “Do it for Gerard.” I told myself mentally.

Once dinner was over, I ran up to my room. Taking a shower, I made sure dinner was out of me first before washing away all the anxiety that I could. When that didn’t work, I turned to my little silver friend that was taped to the underside of the sink.

When I finally got out of the bathroom, I face planted into my bed. There were so many things running through my mind. Why did that guy save me from getting punched in PE? Why did he talk to me in music? Will those twats push me around anymore?

Reaching into the drawer of my night table, I grabbed a Xanax and put it my mouth. As I waited for it to work, I thought about all that was my life. When the medicine started to work, I slowly was able to calm down and finally breathe and feel normal for once. As sleep eventually took over, I thought about tomorrow and what it would bring.

Notes

story title credit: kids in the dark by All time low.

my first my chemical romance story! I've been around for a while, and well, it was time i wrote something.

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