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Hate Is A Strong Word Baby

Give Me All Your Poison

I whimper as my body brutally slammed against the locker. He picks me up by the shirt, and glares at me. Gerard crept towards my ear and said in a low voice,

"Don't even acknowledge me. Don't look at me, talk to me, or even come near me. You know what will happen everytime. I fucking hate you." He backs up and drops me to my feet, and says loudly.

"Faggot."

I feel tears welling up in my eyes as the pain shoots through my body at what I swear was a record speed. He leaves, and I make my way to the bathrooms. I was shorter then everyone else, so binders constantly hit my shoulders.

When I got to the bathroom, my favorite one, I felt tears dripping down my face. I places my hands on the counter, and looked up. The person I saw in the mirror was the exact thing I was feeling.

My hair was thin from being picked up off of the ground by Gerard, and my eyes were dark and rimmed from being punched and constantly tired. I was bony and thin. I hate myself. I hate my height, my brain and everything. I am fucked up.

I hear footsteps coming to the bathroom, and I ran to one of the stalls. I put the toilet seat down, and pulled my feet up as I sat down. The voices were too familiar. It was Gerard, Ray and Bob. His crew. They ALL beat me up, and the sad thing is, me and Ray have known each other since we were just children.

Through the crack in the stall, I could see them all talking to each other through the mirror.

"What the fuck is he thinking? I mean, a grade nine fucking around with a eleven? Who does that? So fucked up." Ray said, his arms crossed, and his hands making movements as if they were talking. Gerard bit his lip, and nodded.

"Yes very fucked up. Anyway. What do you guys have next?" The others shrugged at Gerard's question.

They all were done, and Gerard spotted me. He shook his head and sighed,

"I will meet you guys in class. I have a killer headache from Iero's whimpers." Gerard sounded like he was sarcastic, but there was something else to it. His crew were too meatheaded to figure it out and bid their goodbyes.

Gerard turned to me, or so what I would think was me and said quietly,

"Alright. Uh," He scratched the back of his head, the cutest thing he does when he is confused and continued, "I, I am sorry. I have no idea, why... I even do that. Just, ugh." He ran out of the bathroom as fast as he had talked. I smiled a little, realising he actually said sorry. Even if it was half assed, but it wasn't sarcastic. Fucking wierd. He couldn't have meant it. He wouldn't have.

Maybe I have a crush on a psycho, I mean.. I wouldn't doubt it. I am fucked up.

The lunch bell rang, and I couldn't wait til I could go to Mikey's for lunch.

Mikey was my bestest friend in the entire world. We had known eachother since pre-school. When I needed someone to talk to, he was there. He never talked, he would just listen. He didn't make fun of me when I cried, he held me instead. He was a real sensitive guy, and I loved him for it.

I was making my way to the doors to leave the hell hole, when I was grabbed by the jacket. I gasped, and I was spun around.

It was Ray and Bob, shit...

Notes

This is my story, Hate Is A Strong Word Baby... and I am damn proud of it. I am hoping to get to 70 chapters, and then make a sequal. Happy, happy happy. Comments would be appreciated! I will update for 2 comments!

Comments

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Update! Please this is really good, and I would really like it if you updated

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GhostVenom GhostVenom
10/13/13
:o Just found this and I really like it. Update?
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10/10/13
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