This isn't my time to: a story from THE AILMENT, chapter 1
So here I was yet again... on the verge of a nervous breakdown on Danny's bed. God, why did he have to be so brutal? But then in another few minutes... in another few minutes one of two things would happen. I would be dead, or he would be apologizing like crazy.Like it would make everything better... just I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Shit, Gabby, How the hell did you get yourself into this?
It was the first band meeting of the year, and i'm ready to play, even though I'm not in the band... or the 8th grade for that matter. But I don't care if i'm just filling in for Chelsea, she's stuck at vocal camp. ha. ha. ha. vocal camp. what a flipping joke. it's like chorus class, but twenty-four fucking hours of the day. How did she survive?
Maybe it was fun for her... practicing arpeggios, scales, Christianity. Gee Wilikers Chelsea, how do you keep from jumping for joy? But I really did't need to ask that question, did I? Danny. Danny, her boyfriend. Danny her preacher, Danny her INSPIRATION, Danny... her warden.
Danny remained emotionless for most of the day, not exactly keeping to himself, but keeping quiet enough to fall into the back of Chelsea'a mind, and mine too. But Danny... oh Danny would never let you forget how you forgot about him. One day Chelsea came to school with a big gash that interfered with her red Gerard-Way-Esque makeup. She didn't talk that day.
Danny was an average Emo 8th grader...nothing to lose when you've got nothing to gain kind of attitude. He was bi, not flamboyantly or anything like that, but they, all, well... most of his friends knew. He acted like he was straight...like he was NORMAL, poor Danny boy, was never, ever normal. From the day he was born, when he had six toes on one foot, Danny wasn't normal.
And when Danny brought in his Grandpa's ashes for show in tell in the first grade, and just stood there.
"This is grandpa," he said. And he stood there for five minutes, holding dearly departed grandpa. And when James came out to everybody at lunch, last year, and Danny suddenly had to go to the bathroom (to puke).
And when Chelsea came into school with that gash on her face. And when Danny forgot tocome to band practice eight times in a row. And now, as I'm having god damn convulsions on Danny's bed, neatly made, ready to be messed up again. And I'm naked. And He's naked. And he's got a knife. And I've got nothing but a messed up sense of reality.
It was the first band meeting of the year, and i'm ready to play, even though I'm not in the band... or the 8th grade for that matter. But I don't care if i'm just filling in for Chelsea, she's stuck at vocal camp. ha. ha. ha. vocal camp. what a flipping joke. it's like chorus class, but twenty-four fucking hours of the day. How did she survive?
Maybe it was fun for her... practicing arpeggios, scales, Christianity. Gee Wilikers Chelsea, how do you keep from jumping for joy? But I really did't need to ask that question, did I? Danny. Danny, her boyfriend. Danny her preacher, Danny her INSPIRATION, Danny... her warden.
Danny remained emotionless for most of the day, not exactly keeping to himself, but keeping quiet enough to fall into the back of Chelsea'a mind, and mine too. But Danny... oh Danny would never let you forget how you forgot about him. One day Chelsea came to school with a big gash that interfered with her red Gerard-Way-Esque makeup. She didn't talk that day.
Danny was an average Emo 8th grader...nothing to lose when you've got nothing to gain kind of attitude. He was bi, not flamboyantly or anything like that, but they, all, well... most of his friends knew. He acted like he was straight...like he was NORMAL, poor Danny boy, was never, ever normal. From the day he was born, when he had six toes on one foot, Danny wasn't normal.
And when Danny brought in his Grandpa's ashes for show in tell in the first grade, and just stood there.
"This is grandpa," he said. And he stood there for five minutes, holding dearly departed grandpa. And when James came out to everybody at lunch, last year, and Danny suddenly had to go to the bathroom (to puke).
And when Chelsea came into school with that gash on her face. And when Danny forgot tocome to band practice eight times in a row. And now, as I'm having god damn convulsions on Danny's bed, neatly made, ready to be messed up again. And I'm naked. And He's naked. And he's got a knife. And I've got nothing but a messed up sense of reality.
