Like Teenage Razorblades [Hiatus]
First Hand
The Victim's POV
Long time no see. Ditching school becomes routine and ignoring Vanessa's constant becomes routine, too. I've become a creature of habit.
My mom is worried. I know, she knows I know this, but neither one of us approach the subject. We're scared to, really. My mom wants me - no, needs me, to be okay. She wants the perfect family, but with a son like me she won't ever get that.
Someone plops down into the ivory colored booth before me, but I keep my eyes casted downwards. I know it's Vanessa, and I know I can't escape her. I knew from the very beginning of when I started to ignore her this would be inevitable.
''Gerard is looking for you,'' she tells me. I finally look up at her, my eyes widening though. I see her own eyes are widening, and as I rake my eyes over her body I see she has lost a little bit of weight. She looks good, and it's a shame no one else sees what I see in her.
''Why?'' I ask, my voice hoarse and tiny. My self esteem has taken a major blow, and I just really want Gerard to just go away. To stop looking for me. I'm just so sick of it.
Vanessa shrugs. ''I don't know, Frank. He came up to me yesterday and he actually sounded desperate. I think he's up to something, though.''
Of course Gerard is up to something. He always is, isn't he? I mean, he's Gerard Way. He's the guy that failed twice so now that just makes him a twenty year old pervert in high school. He's a low life, a piece of scum. He's the guy that's ruining my life when I finally thought that it can't be any worse.
''I'm dropping out of school,'' I tell her suddenly, taking a tiny sip out of my cold coffee. I've been sitting her for hours, and I finally think it's time to leave because the waitress is getting tired of me, I believe.
Leaving a five dollar tip and grab my hoodie before making my way out of the café. Vanessa follows me - of course - and she finally pipes in what's been eating at her.
''You can't drop out Frank! You're what, fifteen? That's illegal. You have to be sixteen to drop out, and anyway why drop out just because of Gerard? He's a douche and won't even be in that school next year! He'll be twenty-one and they'll kick him out if he fails. So please, don't drop out,'' she pleas.
''Shut up!'' I snap before storming down the sidewalk, leaving Vanessa in a cloud of metaphorical dust. I have no time for her today. Or ever, maybe. With too much on my mind, I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode because I can't handle this anymore.
Just like in those cliché movies, I'm sucked into an alley and out of sight. I don't put up a fight, because I can suddenly taste everything. I can taste blood, I can taste the salty tears I've cried, and most of all I can taste Gerard. I can taste him from every time he forced me to touch him, forced me to swallow. I can taste him, though and it makes me ill.
A hand clasps over my mouth and I'm being carried away. I still don't fight, even if it doesn't make sense. I should be fighting, but I don't. I don't fight back because maybe I just lost all the fight in me.
Once we're at the end of the alley the person lets me go, shoving me down to the ground. I fall, my hands getting scraped.
''I told you not to leave,'' I hear him snarl. He sounds different, though. Not a good different, either. He sounds unhealthy, like he's been crying and smoking all at once for hours on end. Or maybe someone finally got the balls and punched him in the throat.
''You...you don't run my life,'' I tell him backing away. My hands dips into a puddle and I quickly retract my hand, shivering because it doesn't look like water at all. Water isn't a foggy yellow, is it?
Gerard shakes his head, greasy black hair falling into his hazel eyes. He knows he has me, and it scares me. It scares me because who knows what Gerard will do to me in this dingy alley way?
''I don't?'' Gerard says crouching in front of me. He pounces, his lips attacking my own. I squeal, struggling to overthrow him. It doesn't work, because he has his lips attached to my neck, sucking and nipping the flesh.
It's different, and I kinda like it but at the same time I don't. I'm confused on why Gerard is doing things to pleasure me instead of making me pleasure him, and that's when I notice the movement in the darkest corner.
''Stop!'' I shout, shoving Gerard off with all my strength. He's startled and falls, rolling off me. I see the person is none other than Vanessa, and I'm scared. More scared then anything because she knows. She knows what Gerard is actually doing to me first hand.
''In calling the police,'' she whispers whipping out her phone. My stomach clenches and I'm gagging, dry heaving.
I'm brought back by Gerard tackling Vanessa, breaking her phone. She still goes for it, earning a nasty punch from him.
''Stop it!'' I cry, going in between the two. I get a mouthful of Gerard's fist and my eyes water in pain.
''Why are you letting him do this to you?'' Vanessa cries, looking at me as I desperately try to stop the bleeding that's caused by having my front tooth knocked out.
Gerard looks ready to kill and I know he'll hurt Vanessa. He has no morals, and if I want her out of his unhurt, I have to get her to go now.
''It's none of your business!'' I tell her, glaring heatedly. She seems surprised and yells at me, calling me a few choice words. I'm about to say something but I'm stopped by seeing Gerard pull out a knife.
''Take it back,'' he snarls hatefully. My eyes widen because fuck, he has a knife. He can hurt Vanessa badly if he truly wishes too.
Her eyes widen and my stomach lurches. Vanessa called me a whore - and I basically am. I get on my knees for Gerard, don't I?
''T-take back w-what?'' she splutters, fear evident in her voice.
''Frank isn't a whore,'' he tells her creeping closer. My heart is pounding and when Vanessa doesn't take back the flimsy insult, Gerard lunges.
Me, being the sucker I am, jump in front of Vanessa. She's my friend and saved me from Gerard the first day of school, and now it's my turn to save her from him.
Except, this is different. He doesn't just punch me, oh no. I feel the slim, jagged blade enter my lower stomach and merely rest there. When Gerard finally comes from the high of his blind rage, he looks scared. Terrified, actually.
I'm sure my expression matches his too, because fuck. Gerard Way just stabbed me.
Long time no see. Ditching school becomes routine and ignoring Vanessa's constant becomes routine, too. I've become a creature of habit.
My mom is worried. I know, she knows I know this, but neither one of us approach the subject. We're scared to, really. My mom wants me - no, needs me, to be okay. She wants the perfect family, but with a son like me she won't ever get that.
Someone plops down into the ivory colored booth before me, but I keep my eyes casted downwards. I know it's Vanessa, and I know I can't escape her. I knew from the very beginning of when I started to ignore her this would be inevitable.
''Gerard is looking for you,'' she tells me. I finally look up at her, my eyes widening though. I see her own eyes are widening, and as I rake my eyes over her body I see she has lost a little bit of weight. She looks good, and it's a shame no one else sees what I see in her.
''Why?'' I ask, my voice hoarse and tiny. My self esteem has taken a major blow, and I just really want Gerard to just go away. To stop looking for me. I'm just so sick of it.
Vanessa shrugs. ''I don't know, Frank. He came up to me yesterday and he actually sounded desperate. I think he's up to something, though.''
Of course Gerard is up to something. He always is, isn't he? I mean, he's Gerard Way. He's the guy that failed twice so now that just makes him a twenty year old pervert in high school. He's a low life, a piece of scum. He's the guy that's ruining my life when I finally thought that it can't be any worse.
''I'm dropping out of school,'' I tell her suddenly, taking a tiny sip out of my cold coffee. I've been sitting her for hours, and I finally think it's time to leave because the waitress is getting tired of me, I believe.
Leaving a five dollar tip and grab my hoodie before making my way out of the café. Vanessa follows me - of course - and she finally pipes in what's been eating at her.
''You can't drop out Frank! You're what, fifteen? That's illegal. You have to be sixteen to drop out, and anyway why drop out just because of Gerard? He's a douche and won't even be in that school next year! He'll be twenty-one and they'll kick him out if he fails. So please, don't drop out,'' she pleas.
''Shut up!'' I snap before storming down the sidewalk, leaving Vanessa in a cloud of metaphorical dust. I have no time for her today. Or ever, maybe. With too much on my mind, I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode because I can't handle this anymore.
Just like in those cliché movies, I'm sucked into an alley and out of sight. I don't put up a fight, because I can suddenly taste everything. I can taste blood, I can taste the salty tears I've cried, and most of all I can taste Gerard. I can taste him from every time he forced me to touch him, forced me to swallow. I can taste him, though and it makes me ill.
A hand clasps over my mouth and I'm being carried away. I still don't fight, even if it doesn't make sense. I should be fighting, but I don't. I don't fight back because maybe I just lost all the fight in me.
Once we're at the end of the alley the person lets me go, shoving me down to the ground. I fall, my hands getting scraped.
''I told you not to leave,'' I hear him snarl. He sounds different, though. Not a good different, either. He sounds unhealthy, like he's been crying and smoking all at once for hours on end. Or maybe someone finally got the balls and punched him in the throat.
''You...you don't run my life,'' I tell him backing away. My hands dips into a puddle and I quickly retract my hand, shivering because it doesn't look like water at all. Water isn't a foggy yellow, is it?
Gerard shakes his head, greasy black hair falling into his hazel eyes. He knows he has me, and it scares me. It scares me because who knows what Gerard will do to me in this dingy alley way?
''I don't?'' Gerard says crouching in front of me. He pounces, his lips attacking my own. I squeal, struggling to overthrow him. It doesn't work, because he has his lips attached to my neck, sucking and nipping the flesh.
It's different, and I kinda like it but at the same time I don't. I'm confused on why Gerard is doing things to pleasure me instead of making me pleasure him, and that's when I notice the movement in the darkest corner.
''Stop!'' I shout, shoving Gerard off with all my strength. He's startled and falls, rolling off me. I see the person is none other than Vanessa, and I'm scared. More scared then anything because she knows. She knows what Gerard is actually doing to me first hand.
''In calling the police,'' she whispers whipping out her phone. My stomach clenches and I'm gagging, dry heaving.
I'm brought back by Gerard tackling Vanessa, breaking her phone. She still goes for it, earning a nasty punch from him.
''Stop it!'' I cry, going in between the two. I get a mouthful of Gerard's fist and my eyes water in pain.
''Why are you letting him do this to you?'' Vanessa cries, looking at me as I desperately try to stop the bleeding that's caused by having my front tooth knocked out.
Gerard looks ready to kill and I know he'll hurt Vanessa. He has no morals, and if I want her out of his unhurt, I have to get her to go now.
''It's none of your business!'' I tell her, glaring heatedly. She seems surprised and yells at me, calling me a few choice words. I'm about to say something but I'm stopped by seeing Gerard pull out a knife.
''Take it back,'' he snarls hatefully. My eyes widen because fuck, he has a knife. He can hurt Vanessa badly if he truly wishes too.
Her eyes widen and my stomach lurches. Vanessa called me a whore - and I basically am. I get on my knees for Gerard, don't I?
''T-take back w-what?'' she splutters, fear evident in her voice.
''Frank isn't a whore,'' he tells her creeping closer. My heart is pounding and when Vanessa doesn't take back the flimsy insult, Gerard lunges.
Me, being the sucker I am, jump in front of Vanessa. She's my friend and saved me from Gerard the first day of school, and now it's my turn to save her from him.
Except, this is different. He doesn't just punch me, oh no. I feel the slim, jagged blade enter my lower stomach and merely rest there. When Gerard finally comes from the high of his blind rage, he looks scared. Terrified, actually.
I'm sure my expression matches his too, because fuck. Gerard Way just stabbed me.
Ugh please update such a brill story<3
5/21/14