How do you think you'll find me in my boulevard of broken dreams?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Is what I woke up to on the worst fucking day of the whole entire week, and what is that day I hear you ask? Monday fucking morning is the worst day of the week! Why? I have to go to the earths own hell that anyone else would formally call 'highschool'. I feel like it's a prison! Anyway, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gerard Arthur Way, if I decide I know you well enough, I will allow you to use my nickname, Gee. I'm 15 years old and I vertically serve no purpose of this godforsaken rock of a planet. My mother and my baby brother Mikey died when I was only 3 years old, Mikey being 1, in a tragic car accident on the highway. My farther and I were in our house at the time because he wanted t take me to a local soccer game to see if I like it. I only have faint memories of him taking the phone call from the police, telling him of the deaths of his wife and youngest son. He blamed me for the accident, although I'm not sure why? I didn't even know where it had fucking happend! It was never my fault, and never will be, even if that hypocrite of a farther thinks otherwise. I sat up straight in my bed and turned that friking alarm clock off. I ran a hand through my longish raven black hair and stood up out of the bed. I walked over to my mirror and looked at my reflection in disgust. No matter how much I starve or work-out, I can never seem to get rid of these fat rolls. It's like they want me to get beaten up everyday at hell (school) every day. I took a quick shower noticing that I had stared at my ugly self for to long and only had half an hour to get ready. I decided to wear a pair of torn up black skinnies with a iron maiden tee. I then looked down at my wrists and saw all of the scars littering them. I like to call the my war scars because I feel like I am constantly at fucking war with the world and everyone on it, I know they didn't pick up the razor blade and slide it across my flesh, no, it was me who did that, but they're the reason I did it. I quickly put a black hoody on with a blue skull on the back to hide my scars, that would only make things worse, now wouldn't it? I then slid my feet into my pair of beaten-up black Dr.Martens and tied the laces. I searched my room for my black and white checkered rucksack and put all of my art supplies and school shit into it. Before I forgot, I quickly swiped some black eyeliner onto my waterline and smudged it around a bit. I picked up my I-pod and earphones and made a dash for the front door, trying to avoid my bastard of a father's warf, and made my way to hell.

Notes

Hi there everyone! It's kitty the killjoy 1234 here and this is my new fic!!! I won't be able to update this as much as I'd like to because of it being summer and my friends drag me out of my cave of a room and make me do things with them like go to primark and shit, so that's the reson for any inconvenience od updating. I hope you're liking it so far, there's much more to come! Bye xxx