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 Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 6:36 am
This is the second story I've posted here. . . well, sort of. . . cause I only really posted a small amount of the last one. Anywho. . . I rated this PG-13 cause there's a small amount of swearing in it. I might change it, I might not, but I don't think it'll go over PG-13. Enjoy, and remember; I love comments ^^
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Moving swiftly down the hallway, I, Aiden Iero, pushed through the crowd of girls that had congregated outside my locker, shooting them an angry scowl. Exchanging glances, they finally scattered into the crowd, leaving me to pull open my locker.
“Boo!” I leapt back, eyes wide, as my brother stepped calmly from my locker, straightening his tie and regarding me with interest.
“Frank… what the ********?” I panted, my hand at my chest. My brother… hyperactive and… short enough to hide in my locker.
“Hey, lighten up, Aide’…” he put on his ‘Ouch-you-cut-me-deep’ voice and stuck out his lower lip.
“How long were you in there for?”
“About an hour… why are you so goddamn late?”
“I needed a smoke… and can you blame me?” I pushed back my straightened black hair and took a deep breath.
“Oh, I know what’s up… it’s lover-boy and his new love-muffin… right?” he was only teasing, but his words still struck a nerve. As if I wasn’t stressed enough as it was. I’d had no sleep last night, I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and to cap it all the guy I had the biggest crush on just so happened to be dating a complete whore. My brother’s best friend. Gerard Way. I’d only told Frank because he’d automatically assumed I was gay because I don’t date guys often. Okay, I never date guys… but who could blame me, looking at the jerks from Belleview? Not entirely true. Gerard, his brother, Mikey, and Frank were the only decent guys I knew. Suddenly feeling sour, I gritted my teeth. I had no problem crying at school… just so long as no-one saw. I suppose I could make an exception for Frank. The tears I’d been holding in since meeting Robyn Hartman suddenly erupted, spilling down my cheeks and smudging my freshly-applied eyeliner. Frank stopped joking, suddenly acting serious and concerned.
“Hey, hey, hey… it was the ‘love-muffin’ remark, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, sis… really…” he soothed, embracing me in a loose hug.
“It’s not you… it’s just… everything… what does he see in Hartman that he doesn’t see in me?” My voice trailed off and more tears sprung from my eyes.
“He doesn’t know how much he’s hurting you… he doesn’t get it…”
“Yeah… he’s too busy making out with wosserface round the back of school,” I grumbled. Like hell I was gonna show up for lessons today.
“Aw… Aide’… why don’t you let me talk to him about it? Drop some hints…”
“No… Frank, you dare…” I shook my head, suddenly scowling. As quickly as my anger had risen, it had sunk back below the surface. “I’m sorry, bro… but he can’t know. I’ve got to go and sort my make-up out… I’ll see you after school.” Without another word, I turned and pushed my way into the nearest bathroom, wiping at the smudges under my eyes. The bathroom was surprisingly filled with a group of the popular girls. They all turned to watch me, identical looks of disgust crossing their features. I glared at them, utterly shocked when one of the most popular approached me, a smile on her face. She had golden hair that hung down to her waist and glorious blue eyes.
“Hey, you’re friends with Mikey Way, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied, voice laced with suspicion.
“He’s in my history class, he’s sweet… does he have a girlfriend?” my eyes widened at this; Vicky Jarvis… one of the most sought-after girls in the entire school… wandering whether Mikey Way was single. I did a double-take.
“Uh… I don’t think he’s seeing anyone…”
“Cool, so what’s your name?”
“Aiden Iero…”
“Vicky, are we done here?” I heard from the group of girls.
“Yeah, I guess so, see you around, Aiden…” she gave me one more smile and left the bathroom, followed by her friends, one of which was kind enough to give me a hard shove, sending me knocking into a sink. Sharp pain exploding in my hip from the violent contact with the basin. Pushing it to the back of my head, I straightened up and looked into the mirror, wiping my cheeks clear of black smudge.
“Bizarre…” I muttered, shaking my head in wonder.
***
Didn't want it to be too long >.<
So what does everyone think? Is it worth carrying on?
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:12 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 4:06 pm
I love reading fanfics that are actually good. Please keep posting!
heart heart heart
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:36 pm
YES!!! u must comtinue!!! (plzzzzzzzzzzzz xd )
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:27 am
Aw, thanks everyone, comments keep me going with a story ^^
Update time:
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On hearing the bell signal the end of school, I unbolted the cubicle I had hidden in and left the bathroom. I came instantly face-to-face with my brother, an expectant look on his face.
“You must really like that bathroom… you always hide in it when you’re upset,” he told me, resting his hand on my shoulder.
“That’s because the teachers never check in there,” I informed him, sighing.
“Aide’… just need to tell you; I’m here for you…” he said awkwardly.
“Thanks, Frank… it means a lot… you’re the best big brother…” I said, feeling myself let out a weak grin.
“Hey Aide’, Frank!” we turned towards the sound of the familiar voice. Gerard stood, his hand entwined with that of Robyn Hartman… her red-gold hair streaked with black hung around her shoulders and was pushed back with a tartan head-band. I felt hate sear my belly as I watched her turn his face towards her’s and kiss him gently. Frank placed a hand in the small of my back, calming me. Gerard approached, his raven hair loose, carefree and tousled about his shoulders, a light smudge of lip-gloss on his lips.
“Gerard… you didn’t tell me you’d taken to cross-dressing, mate,” my brother laughed as he wiped at his lips. I ignored him… well, the best I could… but I couldn’t help the feeling of my eyes being drawn to Gerard like a magnet.
“How’re you today, Aide’?” he asked. I gritted my teeth, looking away.
“Well enough,” I muttered, “I’ve got stuff to do tonight.” Despite his objections, I turned and walked. Glancing briefly over my shoulder, I saw Gerard make to follow me, but he was suddenly drawn into Robyn’s arms as she pressed her lips to his.
I didn’t stop walking for a long time. I’d missed my bus so I had to walk home anyway. But I wasn’t going home… I just wanted to walk off my hopeless anger. I’d stumbled into a deserted part of Newark and couldn’t see anyone around.
“Urgh… Men!” I found myself ranting, “How can he not notice? How can he just ignore everything? It’s not as if I act like that towards anyone else. I just… urgh! I ******** love you, Gerard!” I was yelling… and attracting a few twitching curtains. My feet didn’t show any sign of slowing down, they merely sped up, carrying me faster down the street. Tears were already spilling down my face, falling unnoticed. I turned a corner and found myself in an alley. I was free to kick out my anger, striking the wall opposite me. My fist slammed into it, causing me to double up in pain, and a dribble of blood to spill from my knuckles. Cursing, I let myself sob, collapsing in a heap on the freezing cement. I’d succeeded in grazing all up my calf, but didn’t even think to look down, my throat felt as if it were tearing and my eyes burned from the tears that spilled down my cheeks. I didn’t even know where I was… just knew that no-one could see me here.
I’d stopped crying hours ago and now the sun had gone down leaving me in almost pitch-darkness. My cell-phone had been beeping at me since about six o’clock. I didn’t even bother to check the caller ID. To be honest, I was terrified. Being in a run-down area of New Jersey in the dark wasn’t a smart idea. With shaking hands, I dug around in my pocket, drawing out my phone.
“Hello?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Oh my god… Aiden, where the ******** are you?” It was Frank.
“I… I don’t know, Frank…”
“I managed to cover for you; Mom and Dad think you’re round a friend’s.”
“Thanks… I might have to wait until it gets light again… I don’t know where I am…”
“Gerard and Mikey are both out looking for you…”
“I don’t need Gerard’s help with anything…”
“I think you do, Aide’… you’re lost and it’s dark… I’m worried about you, Sis…”
“Th-” I was interrupted by the familiar voice of Mikey Way, calling my name. “I think they found me… Thank-you Frank… see you in a bit…” Hanging up, I struggled to my feet. “Mikey?” I called out, stepping out of the alleyway.
“Aiden? Oh, god… Aiden… where’ve you been?” he asked, hugging me tightly.
“It’s fine… I’m right here…”
“Aiden you’re bleeding…” he said, looking down at my knuckle.
“Mikey… Aiden!” I turned to see Gerard bounding towards me, sweeping me up. I remained stiff, but then relaxed, shutting my eyes and hugging him back. This was were I belonged.
“You shouldn’t be hugging me, Mr Way. You have a girlfriend,” I said grimly, pulling away and shaking my head, angry once more.
“You don’t like Robyn… do you?” he said carefully.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” I returned, scowling.
“I know you like the back of my hand, Aide’… I know when you’re hurt about something… and I know when you hate someone.”
“Well then you should know exactly why,” I growled, fresh tears appearing in my eyes.
“Nope… part of the mystery of you… tell me,” he urged gently.
“It’ll just have to remain a mystery then,” I told him flatly, “I want to go home…”
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:14 am
Any comments from anyone? *Lip-Wobble* Anywho, I've got an update coming soon. . . if anyone's still reading.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:36 am
*gasp* KEEP POSTIN'!!!! KEEP POSTIN'!!!!
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:23 pm
*EGAD* im reading it!!! *puppydogeyes* ur updatin soon... right???
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 4:23 pm
~[~Quimbyl~]~ Any comments from anyone? *Lip-Wobble* Anywho, I've got an update coming soon. . . if anyone's still reading. im still reading!!!!!!!! plz plz plz plz plz write more!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 11:00 am
Yup, there's an update. *Does the update dance*
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Pushing my way through my front door, I shut it warily behind me. I wore a bandage on my left knuckle where I’d fought the brick wall, and the graze on my leg had been cleaned. Mikey’s doings. He’d taken a first aid course when he was a kid. Okay, he still was a kid; 14. I was a year older then him, and Gerard and Frank were a year older then me. Frank was immediately bounding down the stairs at the sound of the door closing, an almost ecstatic look on his expressive face.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“Fine,” I lied, smiling half-heartedly, “But tired… I’m gonna turn in. See you in the morning, bro…” pecking him on the cheek, I trudged my weary way up the stairs to my bedroom. I was too tired to even change so I just laid down on top of my duvet and fell asleep.
Next thing I knew I was woken by the sound of my bedroom door opening and closing. I turned to see the silhouette of my brother move silently over to me.
“You awake, Sis?”
“Yeah… what time is it?” I asked groggily.
“About one in the morning… I couldn’t sleep,” he said and I could tell he was smiling. Frank sighed and poked me until I moved over before climbing onto my bed next to me. This used to be a frequent occurrence when we were kids. He curled up beside me and pressed his forehead into my shoulder.
“Night, Sis…” he murmured, instantly falling into a light sleep.
“Night, Frank… sleep tight, bro…”
***
Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I groaned and looked down; Frank was in the same posistion as he was last night. Smiling lightly, I shook him gently until he woke up, his eyes bleary and his lip-ring glinting in the morning light. He sat up and rubbed his hazel eyes, a yawn falling from his mouth.
“I need to get changed, you,” I informed him, getting up and poking him from my room. Once on my own, I pulled out a clean uniform from my wardrobe, changing into it quickly and pulling a brush through my hair. It was still straight, and I, quite frankly, couldn’t be bothered doing it again, so I just applied some gel to the shorter back and spiked it up. Finally leaving my room, I trudged downstairs and was met by the sight of my mom cooking breakfast. I never ate in the mornings, but today I happened to be hungry, so I picked an apple out of the fruit-bowl and took a bite.
“Morning,” I greeted the weary-looking woman behind the frying-pan through a mouthful of apple. My mom nodded in return and let out a sharp yawn, not even telling me not to talk with my mouth full. Frank appeared at the doorway and pulled open the fridge, taking a draught of orange juice straight out of the carton. “Hey, quit germing-up the family juice…” I teased, smiling. I don’t know what Frank’d drugged me with last night, but I was starting to feel better. No doubt that this would change as soon as I had to face Gerard and… her… at school. Frank replaced the carton and joined me at the table.
“So, what’s on the cards for today?” he asked. I glanced up at my mom and then hastened to make up some lessons. Truth was; I didn’t know my timetable. I spent more of my education sitting round the back of the school smoking then I did sitting in lessons. But that would probably change as well with Gerard and Robyn. It had become their new make-out spot… and I’d be damned if I was gonna sit and watch them.
“Uh… art, geography, English, science and… religious studies?”
“I didn’t know you took geography,” my mom’d turned from her frying-pan, leaving the eggs to fry.
“I do…” I quickly lied, not even sure if I did or not.
“Oh… okay then, sweetie,” I was thankful that Mom was never really with it in the mornings. ‘It’ didn’t usually get there til around midday. “Frankie, Hon, do you want eggs?” she asked my brother.
“Yes please, Ma,” he said, flashing her his inane grin.
“Mom… what were you saying the other day about Frank being left on our doorstep by crazy hobos?” I asked her dryly, smiling.
“Hey, you’re just jealous of my amazing hobo-abilities. Y’know, I bet I can get a quarter off of someone today without stealing it.”
“You’re on… and I bet I can pour a jar of honey of Robyn Hartman’s head and then get a load of bees to eat her…” I grinned evilly at the thought and pressed my finger-tips together.
“So much big evil in such a small girl…” I heard Frank tut, his face grim.
“So much big stupid in such a short-a**,” I teased. He made a big show of gasping dramatically.
“Take that back!”
“Make me!”
“Don’t make me make you!”
“Make me!” I let out a laugh followed by a scream as he dove at me. I dodged, running past my mom and bidding her goodbye before circling and sprinting out of the front door.
Out in the cold November air, I laughed as Frank caught up, dodging at the last minute and making towards the bus-stop. Gerard and Mikey were already there, but I looked through them as Frank finally caught me, panting and sweating, we wrestled in the middle of the pavement. I was fully aware that I looked less than ‘lady-like’ in my short school skirt, but carried on nonetheless, succeeding in being pinned by my brother who put on a puzzled face.
“What was I chasing you for? Oh yeah… you called me short… you know how damaging that is to my already fragile self-esteem?” he sighed in a dramatic way before standing up and pulling me up after him. “I’ll live,” he said with a grin. I straightened my clothes and felt him slip his arm over my shoulder, whispering in my ear, “Take it easy today, okay? Come and find me if you need to talk.”
“You sound like a shrink…” I told him, sniggering, then turning serious, “but thank-you…” We separated and went to stand next to the Way brothers, just as the bus showed.
Finally arriving outside school, I immediately made my way around to the back, sparking up as soon as I was safely out of view of everyone. I held the cigarette in a protective grip, shielding it from the breeze. God, I’d been waiting so long for the sweet smell of smoke.
“Got a spare?” I heard behind me. It was a new voice… someone I didn’t know. Turning I found myself staring into the perfectly blue eyes of a boy about my age, but a little taller. Handing him a cigarette, I watched as he lit it with a silver lighter, the school crest emblazoned on it.
“Nice lighter,” I found myself commenting.
“Oh, this… I nicked it from Wallis,” Wallis being Mr Wallis… the Principal. I smiled, letting a stream of smoke from my mouth.
“I’m Aiden, Aiden Iero” I introduced.
“I’m Ryan Jarvis.” Ah… so that’s the story behind his perfectly blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a Jarvis. But he didn’t seem too Jocky… maybe all of the Jarvises had gone insane. “So, what’re you doing on Saturday?” I heard him ask.
“Nothing much… are you asking me out, Mr Jarvis? Because you should know; I aint that kinda girl,” I gave him a sly wink, “Well, not until I’ve had a joint or three.”
“Yeah, I’m asking you out… I mean, why wouldn’t I? You’re totally hot.”
“Oh, Ryan… quit inflating my head…” I smiled, fluttering my eyelids bashfully.
“No, really. How about we crash the arcade?”
“How can I say no to the arcade? So I wont… okay, see you at the arcade around… when?”
“I dunno, about sevenish?”
“Deal…” I smiled, slightly light-headed… was it me, or did I have no input whatsoever in that conversation? My tongue just seemed to move on it’s own. But I didn’t embarrass myself too badly.
“Gerard, stop it…” I heard the giggle from around the corner and tensed.
“Listen, Ryan… I’ve got to jet… I suddenly feel sick,” I said loudly, glancing in the direction of the corner. “See you at around seven, then,” I smiled, stubbing out my cigarette and leaving. I could just as easily smoke my lungs into charcoal in the privacy of a toilet cubicle… and that way I wouldn’t have to listen to the gigglings of some brainless chick. I pushed my way into the bathroom and into my usual cubical. Something was wrong… there was a soft weeping coming from somewhere… the cubicle next to mine. Getting up, I pulled open my door and gently tapped on its neighbour.
“Hello? Is everything okay?” I heard myself ask. The cubicle door opened and I was met by the sight of Vicky Jarvis curled up on the toilet seat, her eyes swimming with tears. “What’s the matter?” I moved into the cubicle, closing the door behind me and sitting in front of it. “And don’t pull the ‘I’m-not-crying-nothing’s-up-what-do-you-mean?’ thing… I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.” A weak smile curved the edges of Vicky’s lips and she shook her head.
“I just needed to cry a little… you have no idea how stressful it is for me. I mean, everyone expects me to be perfect… if I get a single kink in my hair… Oh no! If I get a pimple… that’s the end of my life! I mean… sometimes I think I’d kill to have friends like you do. Ones I can actually be myself around and not some fake bint…” She shook her head, wiping at her tears. “You know, you’re so easy to talk to…”
“Thanks… I mean, I find it easy listening to peoples’ problems,” I told her, “maybe you should meet up with me and the gang sometime. Well, not sometime soon because we’re having relationship troubles. I don’t mean all of us at the same time… that’d be silly… but… urgh…” I paused shaking my head, “it’s a friend of mine… he’s being a bit of a jerk.” Vicky laughed,
“Know how that is. My brother’s a jerk all the time.”
“Oh, your brother Ryan?”
“Yeah, you know him?”
“Well, he sort of asked me to go out with him on Saturday, you don’t mind, do you?”
“Why would I mind? It’ll do him good to get a girlfriend,” she smiled.
***
It's a long one ^^
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 12:01 pm
Oh my, i love that!!!! I want to read more!!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:09 pm
YAY! KEEP POSTING!! 4laugh
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 6:38 am
I'm working on an update for all you lovely people heart
Should be done pretty soon :3
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 11:47 am
*Sigh* I'm just gonna forget about waiting for comments off of people ( emo ) so here's an update.
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Finally, the end of a long day. Well… it was no different then any other day, except the fact that I turned up for a few of my lessons. Not that I learnt anything, but at least I can say I tried. Which is more than can be said about the Gerard/Robyn situation. All I’d done is behave stupidly. I made my way home on my own, a mixture of rejection and loneliness weighing on me heavily. There was a voice behind me and I watched as Gerard caught up to me.
“Hey… I think we need to talk…”
“We do?” I was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility that Frank had told him about how I felt.
“Yeah. And I’m not leaving you alone until you answer me a question.”
“Go ahead…”
“Okay; why do you hate Robyn so much?”
“You want me to answer that? But tell me something first; no matter what the answer is… no matter how insane it is: We’ll still be best friends, right? And nothing’s gonna put that in jeopardy? You’ll never end up hating me or thinking I’m just a stupid kid…?”
“Would I? I mean… it actually hurts that you think about me like that…”
“Sorry… but I had to know… but you promise?”
“Yes, Aiden… I promise… just tell me…”
“Alright… but don’t blame me if it’s something you don’t want to hear,” he watched me expectantly, “I… think she’s bad news. And I don’t want her to hurt you…” I finished lamely. I had planned on telling him the whole truth and nothing but the truth… but that was so much easier.
“That’s it? You were worried about me getting hurt?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay then, if you’re sure. I’ve gotta meet her; I’m taking her out tonight. Don’t worry about me… please.” He touched my shoulder briefly before turning and walking in the opposite direction. The loneliness and rejection started to seep back in, and I bowed my head, dragging my feet as I finally got to my house.
As soon as I’d entered the door my mom picked up on my bad mood. Immediately asking what was wrong. After explaining that I was fine, I trundled up to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and looking over at the framed picture of me, Frank, Gerard and Mikey at my fifth birthday party. Heaving a sigh, I moved over to my CD player, pressing play and letting Iron Maiden’s ‘Can I Play With Madness’ wash over me. Feeling somewhat soothed by the voice of Bruce Dickinson, I sat at my dressing-table, running a brush through my hair. I found myself thinking back to what Vicky had said. How she wanted friends she could be herself around. She would think differently if she actually had friends like that. As amazing as they were, it would just be so much easier if they didn’t have to see my temperamental, crazy mood-swings. If I could just hide that part of me from them. What I wouldn’t give to be popular just for one day. Even if it meant not being myself. It suddenly struck me how easy it would be to change. I began formulating my plan in my head…
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The supermarket; whatever your needs it was bound to have it in stock. I scanned the shelves for what I was looking for. Finding it, I smiled to myself. Welcome to the world, Blonde-Aiden. The bleach came to $5. I paid up and left the supermarket full of purpose. As soon as I got home I’d be straight up to the bathro--… who was that across the street? Oh, let me guess. Gerard and ********. I’m pretty sure he saw me, but I just shook my head angrily and began making my way back home.
The last of the bleach was washed away down the sink. Groping blindly for a towel, I rubbed it through my newly-coloured hair. Straightening up hesitantly, I eyed myself in the mirror, feeling slightly sick. I looked half-prep already. But if that’s what it took to forget Gee and his girlfriend… then that’s what it would take. I dried my hair with a blow-dryer and eyed the mirror uneasily before shaking my head and going off to raid my mom’s cupboard for something to wear. I found a short denim skirt and a pink t-shirt and hurriedly slipped into them, just in time to hear my brother walk in. I moved quickly, getting to the top of the stairs so he could see me. To be honest, I don’t think he recognised me straight away… but when he did his mouth dropped open.
“Aide’… you…you… why?”
“Why what? I fancied a change Frank…”
“But why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying…” but my wet cheeks told me otherwise.
“Geez…It’s like I don’t know you anymore, Aiden. We’ve always been the weird ones… the ones against preps… why’d you have to go and… do that?” It was the hurt in his voice that struck me the most.
“Frank… listen… I just want to fit in for once in my life. And leave Gerard to Robyn. He wouldn’t look at me twice like this…”
“Aiden… Gerard loves you, sure he does… we all love you…”
“Please, just leave me alone… I know what I’m doing…” Frank gave me one last hurt look and shook his head before leaving through the front door, slamming it behind him. I stood, staring at where he had stood moments before, my heart giving an uncomfortable twist. Blinking back the tears I had finally acknowledged to be brimming in my eyes, I turned, rushing to the bathroom and locking myself in. The mirror showed me the god-awful truth; a teenage girl, her tears spilling unnoticed from pain-filled eyes and her blonde hair hanging flatly down her shoulders. I turned my head away, refusing to take in my reflection for a second longer. Sitting heavily where I was on the floor, I pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes, letting the darkness wash through me. On the backdrop of my closed eyelids, I saw a familiar black head of hair. The guy in question, Gerard, held a smiling Robyn Hartman in his arms. He turned, smirking at me, before returning his attention to the girl and kissing her roughly. I watched them for several moments, hating… loathing that head of red hair, streaked with black. Envious of the way Gerard held her, his hands cradling her head and back, the way he spoke her name tenderly… the loving glint in his perfect green eyes. I tore my hands away from my face, forcing myself to open my eyes. Once clear from the image of Gerard and her, I pulled at the ends of my newly blonde hair, glanced down at the skirt I wore. I never wore skirts except the ones school made me wear… what was the matter with me? Maybe everything would be better when I got to school the next day… maybe if I made some friends that didn’t make me think of Gerard every time I was with them. I had to let him go… I knew that now. He’d never look at me twice. That was a good thing. That way I’d be able to let go. I wouldn’t want Gerard to be unhappy… ever… and when I looked at him I could see his happiness when he was around Robyn. The same elation I felt when I saw him… when he was close enough to me that I could smell his breath, his cologne. Could see every shade of green in his eyes. I was aware that I was crying again, silent, hot tears staining my cheeks. I wanted to put my head in my hands and just forget everything. Just cease to exist in the quiet darkness my eyelids offered. I stood on my shaky feet, glaring at my reflection as I moved towards the bathroom door, unlocking it and stepping out. I was tired… exhausted, almost. So I pushed open my bedroom door, letting it close behind me and turning on my record player. Curling up on my bed, I plugged in my headphones, clamping them around my ears and turning up the volume. Iron Maiden… my gods. I shut my eyes, listening to the music. Saying a final goodbye to the old me.
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It was actually quite hard to write that chapter. I dunno. . . it actually made me cry ninja
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 12:33 pm
This chapter is so good. It made me sad that she would do that just to forget about Gerard. Its an amazing story please continue.
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