The Kids From Yesterday

I walked into the music hall at Margo's music camp. Taking a seat, I looked up at the instructors on stage. That's when I saw him. Gerard Way A.K.A the person that made my school life hell. He'd bullied me constantly. He never hit me. I'd constantly wished he had. It would have been better than what I got. I wore braces in school and glasses. He'd constantly tormented me. In classes, he sat at the back, throwing things at me. Paper spit balls, erasers, a fucking ruler. Anything to piss me off. At lunch he threw food at me. At break it was small stones and leftover food dropped by the bin. The bitches that followed him around were more than happy to pick up in between with punches and kicks to my head whenever possible. As if I didn't get enough of that from my Grandad at home. I was happy to leave at eighteen. I moved out of home and got a job in a local music hot spot. The money I made, I saved to go to this four week music retreat. Now that's ruined. But I can't get home. Brilliant. I watched as Margo Jones stepped up to the mic. The room went quiet. "Welcome to Margo's Music Camp." She started. "Over the next four weeks you will be encouraged to bring out your musical talents. Brian Schehter here will be helping will your style." She gestured to a dark haired guy. "Bob Bryar will help with drums." A guy with strawberry blonde hair bowed. "You will have three kinds of guitar players helping. Ray Toro for lead." A guy with a afro bowed. "Frank Iero for rhythm." A short guy with black hair nodded. "And Mikey Way for bass." Shit. Gerard's brother. Great. I bet he's as bad as Gerard. "And Gerard Way will be helping with vocals." You've got to be fucking kidding me. I am so fucked. Wait. He never knew my full name. He always called me Hart. Maybe I can do this. "So now you know your instructors, let's get to know you." Margo moved to the front row as the instructors sat on the edge of the stage. A gap between each of them. Margo held the mic out to the first person in the row. A blond guy. "My name's Nathaniel Jones. Nate." He said into the mic. "I'm a drummer." Margo nodded and told him to go to Bob. Then she moved on to the next person. Pretty soon each instructor had about ten people max beside them. Margo was talking to a dark haired girl two from me. That's when I noticed Gerard staring at me. It wasn't with recognition though. It was with interest. Fuck. I don't need this. Margo stopped at me and held the mic out to me. Confidence is the key. I told myself. Okay. Here goes. "My name is Electra Hart. I am lead vocals." I saw Gerard smile. But I ignored him. "Is that a stage name?" Margo asked. I shook my head. "No." I told her. "It's my actual name." She smiled. "That's very unusual. But cool." I smiled back at her. "My mum was a very unusual person." I stated. "And thank you." "No problem. Your with Gerard, sugar." Oh great. Life doesn't get any better. I head towards Gerard's group. A guy with spiky black hair greats me. "Joel." He said, sticking out his hand. I smile and shake it. "Electra." I said. "So we're groupies." He laughed. "Get it? We're in the same group so we're groupies." I shook my head in amusement. "I hope your singings better than your jokes." I told him. "Or your screwed." I laughed at his hurt look. Gerard frowned at us. But I don't care. He can't hurt me any more. He can no longer make me want to kill myself. I'm stronger now. I can handle anything. He looks pissed off. I can feel myself shaking a little. Joel grabs my arm. "You ok?" He asks with genuine concern. I fake a smile. "Just feeling a little ill." I lied. "I'll be okay in a bit." He puts his arm around my waist and puts my arm across his shoulders. "Let's get you out for some fresh air." "Good idea." Margo adds. I didn't realise anyone else had noticed. Joel leads me outside and helps me sit on a bench. He sits beside me and moves his hands away from me. "It's okay, Joel." I look up to see Gerard looking down at me. "Margo is assigning room's now so go back in. I'll take care of Electra." Joel pats my arm, then leaves. Gerard sits next to me. Too close. I close my eyes and lower my head. The shaking starts again. My head spins. "Are you okay?" Gerard asks with what sounds like concern in his voice. I don't answer. I CAN'T answer. He puts a hand on my back and I jumped away from him, landing on my ass on the ground, staring up at him in fear. "What's wrong?" He asked looking confused. He stepped towards me and I backed up. He stopped and stared at me, putting his hands up infront of him. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said. "I just want to help you." I shook my head. "P...please don't." I stuttered. He slowly crouched down, not taking his eye's off me. "Tell me what's wrong." He said. "Please." "G...go k...kill yourself H...Hart." I mimicked his high school voice. "What?" He said, confused. "S...slit your w...wrists. D..do us all a f...favour." His eye's looked...sad. "How do you know about that? No one knows." Tears ran down my cheeks. "S...she tried to." "What?" He frowned. "T..the g...girl." I told him. "S...she tried t...to k...kill herself. A....after Mirabel c...cut f...freak into her s...stomach." Gerard looked shocked. "W...what?" He looked angry again. "How the fuck do you know all this?" I slowly lifted my t-shirt. Just enough to see the scar. He looked down at the jagged word and fell backwards onto his ass, staring at me. All kinds of emotions spread across his face. I lowered my top and stood up, shaking still. "Y...you never c...cared enough to g...get my real n...name." I stared down at him. "I...it's E...Electra H...Hart. You r...ruined my life o...once. N...never again." I wiped my face and ran towards the music hall. Leaving a stunned Gerard on the ground.

Notes

A tester. I write ideas I have at the time. So the result is about six unpublished stories. I'm testing some of them to see if I get any interest. Those I get interest in, I'll write some more chapters for. Let me know what you want me to do. Love as always.xxx