One more bite won't hurt

It was just after Gerard had managed to pluck up the courage to go outside again that he saw her. He hadn't gone looking for her. He'd gone looking for coffee but what a coincidence that he had found her too. 2 for the price of 1. He stood outside the local shop that was nowhere near his house as it lay on the other side of town, the sun setting lightly on the horizon as it sent a ghastly pink streak into the sky. He peered at the figure. Long blonde hair. Massive blue boots. Resting bitch face. Yes, it was her. She trotted along unaware at the other side of the road. Kaitlin.

"Better stay on that side of the street mother fucker….." Gerard whispered to himself. He watched as she turned up a side street on the other side of the road; now even quieter: "I'll knock you out….."

He placed his bag of coffee gently in his backpack with his worn black leather gloves. He would have to wait until later to smell the sweet aroma and feel the dark liquid slide gently down into his pleading stomach. Warming him up and stopping his bones from chilling in the crisp cool air that now swept in around him.

He guessed that he was on the wealthier side of the town; no windows boarded up, enormous 3 storey Victorian houses looming over the street, huge bay windows with gates at the front of the house. The sort of place that he imagined that a stuck up, blonde failure of a comic writer might live.

It was as if he was a hound, blindly following the trail of a not-so-cunning rabbit, as he crossed over the road and followed her down the small darkening alleyway. The wind ripped down the ginnel throwing Gerard off balance. However he steadied himself and brushed his knotted red hair from his eyes so that he could see her glance back at him briefly. For a moment their eyes made contact with each other. Her staring blue eyes piercing his dull grey eyes. His ears deaf to the sound of his glass heart breaking with every tick of the clock. The dull whisper of the trees wavered along the air as the night closed in around the two of them. He broke eye contact with her, embarrassed and watched nervously as her footsteps became quicker. Still he followed.

The night stalked Gerard. Gerard followed Kaitlin. Kaitlin kept walking….running now.
The night ran after Gerard. Gerard rushed after Kaitlin. Kaitlin stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face Gerard.

"Oi?! Why the fuck are you following me, you creep?!" she asked, leaning her weight on one leg, arms folded neatly across her chest, blonde hair in a high ponytail. She waited not-so-patiently for a reply and jumped back as Gerard's grey face emerged from the shadows.
"You have something of mine…" he whispered, "and I'd quite like it back, thank you very much….."
"I have nothing of yours! And I don’t want anything to do with you!" she yelled, turning on her heels and rushing towards the woods that loomed at the end of the street.

He followed her still deeper into the woods, passing a drunken man slumped on a street lamp.

The forest was pitch black, the darkness of the night reflecting the colour of Gerard's own heart but the moon shone through the spindly branches of the twigs so that Gerard could follow her further into the woods. Trees towered above them both as he ran after her; icy air causing his chest to seize up a little. But still Kaitlin ran, fast but slowing a little. Cheeks red and out of breath she turned once more to face Gerard.

"Go away!!!" she yelled, "Stop fucking following me!"
"All I want is my comics back…." he whispered back, taking slow paces towards her until his clouded breath bounced onto her face and frozen lips.
"No! They're mine now! Fuck off! I hate you! I wish you were dead! You're just the perfectist perfect human ever and then there's me! Fuck off! Give me a chance!"
"It's not my fault that you had a car door opened into you when your mother was pregnant with you…" Gerard spat back.
"Oi! Don’t you even!!!" she paused for a second, gritting her teeth, "At least my dad never hit me! At least he loved me!!!" she yelled, throwing her body into Gerard, arms flailing as she tried to punch and kick him.

Gerard pushed her gently to the floor.

"Don’t ever mention that again…okay?" he asked, walking closer to her again as she scrambled back up to her feet.

"No! "she yelled, throwing a fist into Gerard's face which caused warm blood to begin to run down from his cut lip and onto his shirt. "You're a waste of space and I wish you and your pathetic brother and stupid family will all just fucking kill yourselves!"

Gerard brought his arm to his head to deflect another punch that she threw at him.
She glared at him evilly, "I wish you were dea-"

Gerard didn’t mean to. Didn’t mean to push her so hard. Didn’t mean for her head to smash into the bark of tree standing behind her. Didn’t mean for the sharply cut edge of a tree branch to enter through her back and pierce through her stomach, splattering blood down her t-shirt. A high pitch scream escaped from her mouth: desperate, dying, covered in her own blood. Gerard rushed over to her and plastered his hand over her mouth. Her body began to shake violently, until the pleas for help eventually became quieter and more desperate, quieter still, until they disappeared into the thin air completely.

Notes

Hiya. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Had lots of school stuff to do.
Inspiration: the car door thing actually happened to me. True story.
Sorry about the OM&M reference.
But anyway, thank you for reading and those who have commented, voted, subscribed etc.
Hope this was okay.
Thanks. X :)
-Lou