How to Save a Life, chapter 1
In life they say you only have one real friend. And one true love.
For me those both were the same person. His name is Gerard Way,
He is really the only good thing in my life. I have abusive parents who hate me. No one knows what they do to me. No one ever asked. Well Gerard did, But I said I fell down the stairs.
Anyway...This is our story.
I came home from shopping and I saw my stepfather laying on the couch passed out.
Pfft. What a moron. Anyway..
I got bored quickly so I decided to call Gerard.
Phone convo went as followed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Gerard. Its me Jen."
"Oh Hi Jen. What's up?"
"Nothing much. Just chilling. You?"
"Nothing really just trying to write a song."
"Oh really? What about?"
"I can't tell you that.."
"Oh why not?"
"Cuz it would..ruin stuff?"
"Yeah..Sureeeeee."
Then I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs...
**
I wasn't stupid; I knew who was coming for me. It was my stepfather. Probably going to beat the shit out of me for no reason at all.
"Um Gerard? I need to go...I might call you back later. I don't know..I love yo-Um. Never mind. Bye."
"Jen why do you have to go? We didn't even talk for 10 minutes...Are you okay? What were you saying?"
"Nothing Gerard. Now I really have to go. Goodbye."
As I hung up the phone, I heard a pounding on the door. "Jen, you better open this damn door right fucking now."
Yes. It was him-Or John..Was his name. "Hold on. God. You act like you fucking know me."
I slowly opened the door. I was met with John's fist right on my lips. "You little bitch. You're gonna pay for what you did to your mother."
"What?! I didn't do ANYTHING to her!!"
"You were born, weren't you?"
"Oh well. I'm sorry. That's not my fault now is it?"
"Shut up. Or this will hurt more then it should.."
I shut my mouth. I didn't realize John had a gun. He aimed at my chest. I quickly moved to escape the bullet.
"Say goodbye to your life, whore," he spat.
Suddenly felt something pierce my chest.
Oh shit...I was going to die.
And Gerard didn't even know I loved him.
**
Save me.
Get me the hell out of here
I couldn't believe I had been shot.
I soon realized that I wasn't going to die and that it was just a flesh wound. I cleaned the cut and put on a long sleeved shirt.
Wow, father, way to miss a person.
I climbed out of my first story window and walked around.
Was I going anywhere? No I wasn't. Maybe I would go to that bridge where I almost died last summer. Maybe not.
Did it really matter to anyone?
I kept walking around until about 5PM. Wow. Almost time for dinner, Wait..Why did I want to go home anyway? That place sucked.
Euhh. But I needed to eat....Whatever. I looked around for a small place to eat.
Somewhere no one would be.
I walked into the Red Hyena Lover Café.
What the hell...Anyway. It seemed empty enough.
I walked in and sat down. I felt a soft hand on my arm. I turned around to see...
I saw Gerard standing behind me. His lovely hazel/green eyes looked into my dull blue ones. "Jen? Are you ok? I called you before but you didn't answer it."
"Hm? Oh yeah sorry about that. I left my phone at home."
"Oh. What happened to your lip?"
"Um..I was walking here, And I erm..fell..."
"No one falls about 99508 million times a day...What's really going on with you?"
"Gerard..Please..Its been happening my whole life. I'm used to it. Really."
"What the hell has been happening all your life?!"
"My fucking parents abusing me! There. Now are you fucking happy?!"
"You still live with them...Jen..you're 20 fucking years old. Why don't you move out? And do you even try to stop them?! Do you hate yourself that much?"
"YES! Okay. I don't matter to anyone..I cry at night and wish the person I love was there with me to help me. But I can't have that. Because the person I love deserves someone who can give him more then just love, I mean besides I am a 'fat slut'."
"Stop. talking. like. that. right. fucking. now. I care about you...More then anything in this whole world. And I'm sure if you asked the person you loved to help you..they sure as hell would."
"Fine. Gerard, I love you. Would you help me?"
"What did you say?"
"I said I love you, Gerard," I said with tears rolling down my face.
Gerard just simply pressed his lips to mine....
For me those both were the same person. His name is Gerard Way,
He is really the only good thing in my life. I have abusive parents who hate me. No one knows what they do to me. No one ever asked. Well Gerard did, But I said I fell down the stairs.
Anyway...This is our story.
I came home from shopping and I saw my stepfather laying on the couch passed out.
Pfft. What a moron. Anyway..
I got bored quickly so I decided to call Gerard.
Phone convo went as followed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Gerard. Its me Jen."
"Oh Hi Jen. What's up?"
"Nothing much. Just chilling. You?"
"Nothing really just trying to write a song."
"Oh really? What about?"
"I can't tell you that.."
"Oh why not?"
"Cuz it would..ruin stuff?"
"Yeah..Sureeeeee."
Then I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs...
**
I wasn't stupid; I knew who was coming for me. It was my stepfather. Probably going to beat the shit out of me for no reason at all.
"Um Gerard? I need to go...I might call you back later. I don't know..I love yo-Um. Never mind. Bye."
"Jen why do you have to go? We didn't even talk for 10 minutes...Are you okay? What were you saying?"
"Nothing Gerard. Now I really have to go. Goodbye."
As I hung up the phone, I heard a pounding on the door. "Jen, you better open this damn door right fucking now."
Yes. It was him-Or John..Was his name. "Hold on. God. You act like you fucking know me."
I slowly opened the door. I was met with John's fist right on my lips. "You little bitch. You're gonna pay for what you did to your mother."
"What?! I didn't do ANYTHING to her!!"
"You were born, weren't you?"
"Oh well. I'm sorry. That's not my fault now is it?"
"Shut up. Or this will hurt more then it should.."
I shut my mouth. I didn't realize John had a gun. He aimed at my chest. I quickly moved to escape the bullet.
"Say goodbye to your life, whore," he spat.
Suddenly felt something pierce my chest.
Oh shit...I was going to die.
And Gerard didn't even know I loved him.
**
Save me.
Get me the hell out of here
I couldn't believe I had been shot.
I soon realized that I wasn't going to die and that it was just a flesh wound. I cleaned the cut and put on a long sleeved shirt.
Wow, father, way to miss a person.
I climbed out of my first story window and walked around.
Was I going anywhere? No I wasn't. Maybe I would go to that bridge where I almost died last summer. Maybe not.
Did it really matter to anyone?
I kept walking around until about 5PM. Wow. Almost time for dinner, Wait..Why did I want to go home anyway? That place sucked.
Euhh. But I needed to eat....Whatever. I looked around for a small place to eat.
Somewhere no one would be.
I walked into the Red Hyena Lover Café.
What the hell...Anyway. It seemed empty enough.
I walked in and sat down. I felt a soft hand on my arm. I turned around to see...
I saw Gerard standing behind me. His lovely hazel/green eyes looked into my dull blue ones. "Jen? Are you ok? I called you before but you didn't answer it."
"Hm? Oh yeah sorry about that. I left my phone at home."
"Oh. What happened to your lip?"
"Um..I was walking here, And I erm..fell..."
"No one falls about 99508 million times a day...What's really going on with you?"
"Gerard..Please..Its been happening my whole life. I'm used to it. Really."
"What the hell has been happening all your life?!"
"My fucking parents abusing me! There. Now are you fucking happy?!"
"You still live with them...Jen..you're 20 fucking years old. Why don't you move out? And do you even try to stop them?! Do you hate yourself that much?"
"YES! Okay. I don't matter to anyone..I cry at night and wish the person I love was there with me to help me. But I can't have that. Because the person I love deserves someone who can give him more then just love, I mean besides I am a 'fat slut'."
"Stop. talking. like. that. right. fucking. now. I care about you...More then anything in this whole world. And I'm sure if you asked the person you loved to help you..they sure as hell would."
"Fine. Gerard, I love you. Would you help me?"
"What did you say?"
"I said I love you, Gerard," I said with tears rolling down my face.
Gerard just simply pressed his lips to mine....
