She's The Prettiest Girl At The Party

Pain Shoots down my bed as I try to sit up. I groan, grabbing the knock off Ibuprofen from my night stand.

I take a couple pills knowing it'd help my pain a bit in a few hours. I move myself back into my bed adjusting my myself back into my bed, and then that's when I heard it, a crash downstairs. I decided to text my mother and ask her if she's still home.

Me
7:34am
Are you home??

mom
7:35am
Frank I'm working I'm busy don't text me unless it's an emergency


I sighed and go out of my bed, trying my best not to put myself in too much pain because the medication won't kick in until I'm forty.

I rise to my feet and I quietly made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I grabbed a pocket knife that we hid under the carpet just incase something happened, as my mom puts it, 'Just because gay marriage is legal and trans people are more excepted in the world, things still happen' also because I'm a paranoid bastard.

I walk quietly with pain shooting up my back as I took each and every step into the kitchen.

"Jamie," I yelled walking into the kitchen.

No response.

I get closer and closer and I raise my knife a bit as I walk in, and then I see them. It's just a little kid.

"What are you doing in here," I ask, lowering the knife, shoving it in my pocket.

She looks at me and I recognize her, when I did my thing at the school explaining to everyone what transgender is and what gay. After words she came up to me and Gerard asking a bunch a question, asking me why I was switching pills to shoots and what it's like to be a trans guy pre-t, and some other stuff.

"Oh your stepmother let me in she said to tell that she's gonna be out of town," She says eating some grapes from the fridge.

"Don't you have school today," I ask, slowly taking a seat at the kitchen table, feeling like an old man, who probably take some medication to get a boner who sleeps with a twenty something year old and every time they do it his bodies in extreme pain. Oh God I have an imagination.

"Don't you," she asked, getting out of the fridge and sitting on the floor, criss-cross-applesauce. I shook my head feeling sadness shift inside of me on easy, "I'm not going," I mumbled. I looked down at my bruise knuckles and bruised covering my body, some light and faded, some dark.

"You're scared," She says pulling her sleeves of her Sailor moon pull over hoodie, "when I was younger I used to go ride my bike, I'd take out all my anger and petaled down the street. It like joyriding I guess. Until one day I went to turn and I slipped breaking my arm. I was scared to ride my bike again. But you just live in fear Frank. Life's meaningless if you live in fear," she says, putting her hair in pigtails.

"Yeah but that's riding a bike, got fuckjng tampons shoved down my throat," I say.

She signs, pulling a lavender note out of the hoodies middle pocket, "Here this is for you, it's from Gerard," she said standing out.

"I'm going to go to school, I won't be that late sense you don't live the far. Bye Iero," She says, kissing my forehead, handing me the note before making her way out the house.

I opened the note, and began to read the note, which I figured who was from Gerard.

My dearest Frank,

Im sorry I can't come over to your house. Your home won't let me over. She says I can't come because she says it's my fault of what happened. I really didn't mean for it to be my fault. I tried texting you but the texts don't seem to come threw..I'm going to try to sneak over later but I'm sorry if I can't. I have to go to school today because I'm helping out with the freshmans today so that why I gave this to Sammy. I'm sorry if this is my fault, I really for you to get hurt. I love you.

love, Gee


I crumbled up the paper, throwing it at the fridge.

I sat up and and slowly (because of the fucking pain) made my way upstairs and finding my phone, texting my mother.

Me
8:00am
when you got home, we need to talk

Notes

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm at my dads and the wifi sucks :(