Gerard's POV

Art class just ended and I met my best friend, Frank, by the music room. I had my shitty, cracked iPod in my hand with my, also shitty, headphones. We were walking down the hallway laughing about some joke I just blurted it out. We walked into the cafeteria sitting at our table with a few other friends who don't really fit in but aren't emo. I put my headphones in and started to listen to Escape The Fate while Frank pulled out his computer and was looking at YoutTube.

The meanest teacher in the school dismissed us and I got up and heading into the line alone. Frank doesn't have any money so he's fucked. I stood in line and started to feel a little sad. Why the fuck does this have to happen to me? I've been depression free since February. All of sudden I wanted to curl up in a ball and start crying.

I sucked in my breath and grabbed a tray, watching from afar my former friend laughing with someone who now hates me. The sadness only got worse. I moved up and punched in my ID. The lunch lady let me go on because we're so poor we get free lunch off the government. Kinda sad if you think about it. I walked down the center of the cafeteria sulking. I permanent frown etched onto my face.

I sat down at the table next to Frank. I started to eat. Frank was listening to music and browsing Pinterest. I continued to feel sad and just sit and eat.

In the middle of eating, I started to feel sick. I stopped eating and just stared at it. I got up and dumped my tray, I was walked back towards the table; taking a detour to get my computer. I messaged my friend, Jeremy, he's from Florida, but we get along well. I quickly sent him a message quickly telling him "Hi, I can't talk long." I then debated telling him about how I feel. I decided to anyways and asked him if I could tell him something.

He didn't respond so I just kept staring at the screen. He eventually did respond, though, asking what I wanted to ask. So I quickly typed in what was wrong, and continued to stare at the screen.

The lunch staff dismissed everyone to their second U.A. I got up and so did Frank and we walked together to choir class. We walked into the classroom and we picked two chairs next to us and waited for the rest of the kids who went outside to come in. I sat down a frown still on my face.

"Hey, I think I might go talk to the guidance counselor," I told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I just feel really bad and I want to cry." I stagnated.

He said nothing else, he just curled up in a ball in his seat. I got down on his level and asked him what was wrong. He just shook his head and hugged me. I rubbed his back and saw he was crying.

"I don't want you to leave me, please don't leave." He said full of emotion. He thought I wanted to kill myself.

I hugged him even tighter, rubbing his back repeating that I won't hurt myself. After he calmed down a lot I looked at him and said one more sentence.

"I love you, asshole. I'm not going anywhere."

THE END.

Notes

There ya go. Based off a real thing that happened to me. Xoxo

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