Oh How I Hate You, Mr. Iero.

I had to admit, that I was still pretty much shit-faced as I wandered aimlessly down the darkened, creepy streets of New Jersey. I was kicked harshly out of my only home by my cruel, willing mother, and I couldn't be sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. Being alone in New Jersey is extremely risky at the best of times, but at night, you had more of a chance of being kidnapped, raped or killed.

Probably all three. 

The effects of alcohol had faltered slightly, but not enough for me to be comletely aware of my surroundings. I was a little on edge though, for the constant feeling of fear insisted on clawing at my throat.

But I blanked it as well as I could.

My mind was just about everywhere, as I trudged along, a heavy feeling overtaking me. The shoelaces of my red, tattered converse trailed along the crumbling slabs of pavement squares, and I couldn't be assed taking the liberty of bending down to tie them properly. I pondered on whether I should go back to Gerard and plead to stay with him, but it might make me look like a sissy if I do.

But I liked Gerard, he was really nice to me. Plus, as a bonus, he was really fucking handsome and he went to my school. It was weird how I never really noticed him at all. Gerard must try his best to blend in, and stay invisible. Just like me.

I giggled foolishly to myself, blushing at the thought of Gerard who kept on drifting across my thoughts so effortlessly. Maybe I had a small crush on him. But I couldn't be sure. I yelped as I tripped over a crack in the pavement, nearly falling face-first into the dampened tarmac. Steadying myself, I decided to go and visit Gerard.

I couldn't help but feel as if I was on the brink of fear, staying close to the flickering pools of light that emitted from the tall street lamps above me. Shadows creeped up and draped over everything, like an inevitable blanket. I tryed my best to dodge them, and stay well away, but it was impossible not to get engulfed by the darkness when I crossed the street so carelessly.

Pushing up my large, black-framed glasses back up from the edge of my small nose, I grunted in annoyance as my jet black hair was swept into my face by the gentle breeze. Brushing my bangs away, I tugged my red and black chequered hoodie tighter around my petite body, zipping it up all the way to the top. 

Staggering onto the pavement on the other side of the road, I quickly dragged myself into the comforting glow of the street lamps beside me. Suddenly, my head whipped behind me when I heard a suspicious pad of footsteps nearing closer. Panicking, my icy blue eyes widened and I began making my way to Gerard's considerably faster than before.

I was still drunk, and my mind felt extremely fuzzy. It didn't feel as if I was trapped in the cruel state of reality, but instead, it just felt like some nightmare. Dragging my feet behind me, I tried to silence the short hiccups that escaped from my mouth by clapping a hand over my lips quickly. I bounced up and down when I hiccuped, and giggled to myself hysterically at the sound of them echoing through the night.

It was a total mind fuck how I still remembered where Gerard lived, as I travelled down the familiar street which was littered with glass beer bottles and empty chinese take-aways. Passing old, run-down houses, I spotted the one which looked a hell of a lot like the home of Gerard, and grinned triumphantly to myself.

"Geebear!" I squeaked exitedly to no-one in particular, climbing up the porch steps as if it were Mount Everest, and bouncing over to the dark green painted door. My footsteps creaked against the wooden floorboards of the porch, and I stood infront of the door before outstretching my hand and knocking gently. 

"Lazy fuck will never hear this..." I snickered to myself, pounding obnoxiously on the wooden door this time.

From the inside of the house, I could hear loud, staggering steps and a shit ton of swearing as the person tripped over something. Presumably their own feet. But as I waited for the door to open, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a person walking casually past, shooting me a dark look. It scared the shit out of me, but before I could knock urgently on the door once again, the door was unbolted and swung open to reveal a bedraggled looking Gerard.

His black mess of hair was sticking up at angles that I didn't even consider legal, and he was still wearing his black dress shirt and skinnies from the bar. Dark circles underlined his eyes, but he didn't seem to give a shit, for his sullen expression turned into one of pure ecstasy.