They Could Care Less As Long As Someone'll Bleed

Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance or the band members but I do own the story line and other characters.

"You peice of crap! You're worthless!" my step father yelled at me, throwing me on the ground.

"I should have let you're peice of sh*t father take you!" my mother said, kicking me.

My step father kicked me again before picking me up by my hair and dragging me to my room.

"Don't even try to get out! I'll let you out for school in the morning. Be ready or you won't go," and with that they slammed and locked the door. I slowly got up and limped to my mirror in the corner to check the damage.

I pulled out some bandages and cleaned myself up. This isn't the first time my mother and step father have done this, and judging by the alcohol they consume on a daily basis, it won't be the last.

After cleaning my injuries I sat on my bed and turned up my old worn iPod onto shuffle. "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us" by My Chemical Romance came on. I sat listening to mostly My Chemical Romance, while thinking about what's wrong with my life until I got tired and fell asleep.

********THE NEXT DAY********

"Hey emo," said Trinity, the most popular girl in my school.

I slammed my locker and headed to class.

"Hey b*tch don't walk away!" she yelled after me.

"Hey sl*t go find someone who cares!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Travis!" I heard her whine like a little girl. "Make her pay," she growled with venom in her voice.

"Cutting b*tch!" he yelled to me and I ignored him. He ran up and tackled me. "You don't ignore my girlfriend if you want to stay in one piece."

"I honestly couldn't care less about your threats," I said.

"You know what," he started, drawing his fist back gating ready to punch me.

"Popular assh*le," heard someone call. I looked to see my friend Keola, his brother and a few of their friends standing there. Keola isn't really that big a guy, but his brother and friends are. If they're together you don't mess with them.

"What do you want?" Travis growled.

"Get off her." Keola responded.

"Why should I?"

"'cause you know we can beat your ass," his brother stepped up. Travis glared at them and reluctanlty got off me.

"You okay Skye?" Keola asked helping me up.

"Yeah. Fine.," I replied. "Thanks for helping."

"No prob. And thanks little bro," he said to his brother.

"You're welcome. I hope you're okay Skylar," he told me and I nodded. We went through the rest of the school day a normal and I got ready to go home to my abusive gardians.

"Late!" my step-father yelled, pulling my hair as I walked through the door.

"How am I late?" I asked.

"Jennifer was home before you," he responded while throwing me on the ground. "You will be home before Jennifer from now on," he ordered, kicking me in the stomach. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I coughed.

"Good," he said with one last kick before walking away.

Jennifer came in and sneered at me. She jabbed me in the chest once with her stilleto before walking off.

I dragged myself up to my room and cleaned myself up again. I sat on my bed and turned on I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love on my iPod. Cubicles came on.

Bullets was always my favorite album because MCR's sound was harder and Gerard sung differently.

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