Surprisingly, my mom bought the whole "I'm a legal adult," thing and let me go. We were shoving off in two weeks, on December 1. The first date was in Boston, and the last date was in New York City, on New Year's Eve at some rinky dink club a block from Times Square. The guys wanted me to help "decorate" the van, which basically meant attacking it with cans of black and red spray paint. Across the back I wrote the name of their band in huge red letters, and did the same on each side.
Wednesday, my mom yanked the blanket off of me and informed me I would be going to school, no questions asked. "FIIIIIIINE!" I yelled. I rolled myself out of bed, landing with a thud on the floor, got up and looked at my mangled face in the mirror. I rooted through my makeup case to find my jar of concelar. I screwed off the top and used half of it to cover my huge purple and black scar on my face. Then I put on my favorite black and grey striped hoodie, zipped it up and flipped the hood on my head. I slipped into a red pair of ripped jeans that made me feel hot every time I wore them.
sorry, i know i've been gone for a while, but i've been really busy lately. the holiday season is in full swing, you know how it gets lol. anyways, DON'T WORRY!!!! i have not forgotten my most recent story, i've been working on that a TON, and it gets really good for those who actually read my stories, which i think is an unbelievable 3 whole people. i also have been getting in way more fights with my parents, but my friends are still cool.
It was reported on the news earlier this week that a girl from my high school was jumped and hazed by four other students just because she's bisexual. You have no idea how disgusted I am that this happened. There really are no words to describe how I feel. I can barley believe that something like this happened at my own school community. I'm appalled.
My love and prayers go out to her and I hope yours do too. Stay strong, girl. Rock it out.
After I cleaned myself up a bit, the bell rang and let us out of school. I was walking across the gravel parking lot to Gerard's car, when the hockey heads from earlier that day came up to me again. "So, Skellington.... you think you can mess with us and get away with it?" I looked up at him. "Okay, look. I've had the second shittiest day of my life and I just want it to end. Do I REALLY have to humiliate you hockey heads twice in one day? Becasue that can be arranged." He rolled his eyes at me. "You're unbelievable." He laughed and pushed my shoulders so I fell on my back. "HEY!
By the end of the day, I'd locked myself in one of the stalls of the bathroom, crying my eyes out. I'd gotten just about every insult in the book: Scarface, Jack (Or Jackie) Skellington, Rag doll, Frankenstein, and even (this one surprised me the most) Emo bitch. As I sat in the stall, someone gently rapped her knuckles on the door. "Hadleigh?" She said. I sniffled and yelled at her to "Go away!" She leaned against the door. "C'mon, Hadleigh. Unlock the door." She sounded pretty friendly. "Can you tell me who you are?" I heard her laugh a little bit.
(A MONTH LATER)
"Ready for your first day back to school?" My mom asked, trying to sound excited. I shook my head as I got my books ready. "No." I said flatly. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll do great. I know it." She said as she herded me out the door to the bus. I didn't look too good right now. I didn't feel like myself. My mom forced me to dye my hair black. I hated it. I wanted my orange back. I felt naked without it. And my mom was making me to take the bus. I refused to drive since the accident. "Everyone's gonna be staring at my face, Mom." I said. "No they won't, honey.
Almost as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I kept my eyes shut for a few seconds. I heard the verse of the song playing softly in my left ear. Gerard's hand tightened a little bit. Wait a minute: I could feel someone touching me. I managed to draw enough strength to close my fingers around his and open my eyes the slightest bit. Instead of seeing myself, I saw the empty desk in front of me. "Hadleigh?!" Gerard asked. I turned my head to look at him. "Oh my God!" He said. "I love you too." I said weakly. "Wait, you heard that?" I nodded. "I heard everything." I said.
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs right then. I needed to talk to Gee, say something, but I was limited to watching and waiting. Once Frank was gone, Gerard looked at me again, his eyes a little teary. "What he said.... about this being your choice.... I'll understand if you want to go. Who wouldn't really?" He wound his hand into my motionless one. "I just want you to know that if you do decide to leave, I will miss you every single day I don't see you." He let out a small sob. "Please. For what it's worth, the world would lose someone great if you left.
I woke up at about 2:00 that morning, after only about an hour of sleep. I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I needed to know she was still here, still living, still mine. She was next to me, pretty much the same way I had left her. "Good morning, beautiful." I said to her. I didn't care if she couldn't hear me. I wanted her to know that even right now in the state she was in, I still thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. We were the only people in the room. the only noise in the room were her monitors beeping. I kind of liked the silence.