The Only Exception (Paramore/MCR crossover)

Chapter 8

"Your father and I are leaving." My mothers words quickly process through my brain, and I feel my jaw drop.

"What? How am I supposed to pay the mortgage or the bills? You can't just leave!"

"It's really not our problem. Bye," my dad says, grabbing his bags, and walking out of the house alongside my mom. I watch as the familiar car rolls down the driveway, and away from my house.

How am I supposed to survive? I can't get a good job to pay for the house, or food, or the bills! Oh my god what am I going to do, I'm going to die. This probably sounds bad but I think I actually miss them.

I can't blame my parents for what they did. I killed Aly. If I weren't such a fucking attention whore she would be here. The abuse they brought on me was a coping mechanism, and I can't say I've never used one. I deserve every scar, cut and bruise on my body. I deserve more. No, I need more.

I find myself running towards the old tree house, where my blades were hidden. I took my favorite and sliced my wrist. I remember this feeling, and I missed it so much.

The crimson blood drips down my arm, landing on the floor. I ignore it, and continue cutting. I add around 20 to each arm and around 50 on my thighs. At this point, I feel a numbing pain. It's nice though, I like it.

I remember the first aid kit I put here in second grade. I grab it off the shelf, and wrap up my arms and thighs with a thick layer of gauze. I then carefully climb down the ladder of the tree house, and walk home, with a new sense of happiness. I don't know why people say cutting is bad, it feels so good.

.................

For the rest of the week, I added cuts to myself daily. I didn't see why I should stop. It made me feel good, the scars were the only downside. Fortunately, no bills had arrived this week, but I'm scared for next month.

Today was Friday, and I had just gotten back from my tutoring with Gerard. He hasn't mentioned what happened at the party, so I assume he was too drunk to remember it. That's probably for the better, Gerard wouldn't want a girl like me anyway. Honestly, he could have almost any girl at our school.

He could go after Abigail, she's gorgeous! Frank might be jealous, but he'll get over it. Seriously though, I don't get why he hasn't just cut me out of his life.

My depressing thoughts are cut off when my cellphone rings with Abby's ringtone, Today by Smashing Pumpkins. I pick up my cellphone from the nightstand by my bed, and answer it.

"Hey babe, whatcha up to?" Abby asks.

"Oh, you know, the usual, running marathons and shit,"

"Nice. The guys and I are going to the fair, you wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure just let me grab my shoes, I'll meet you at your place," I say, hanging up the phone. I grab my black converse, slipping them over my socks, then running to the house two down from mine. I see everyone in the driveway, waiting for me.

"Hey guys!" I greet as I reach them. They all say their own greeting, and inform me I'm going to be sitting on someone in the back of the car, since there wasn't enough room in Franks car, and we didn't want the hassle of taking two.

We all piled into the car, with Frank in the drivers seat, Abby up front next to him. The four other guys managed to all fit in the back seats, so I sat myself on Gerard.

"Am I hurting you Gerard? I'm so sorry, I'll just move, I mean that can't be comfortable I'm so-" I start, but Gerard cuts me off.

"No, I'm fine, I promise. You're actually really light, so it's completely fine." he assures me, and before I know it we're at the fair.

We walk to the gate, and I reach to my pockets for money, I realize they're empty, and begin to panic. I should've remembered to bring money, I'm such an idiot.

Gerard notices, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm paying," he says.

"No Gerard, you don't have to I'll jus-"

"No, I'm paying," he says, handing the man behind the counter enough money for our tickets. I thank him, and our group walks in. I immediately smell funnel cake, a treat I will most definitely not be enjoying tonight. There is way too much sugar and calories in those, I'm not going to eat that.

"What do you want to ride first?" Frank asks us. Abby points to the roller coaster, so we make our way over there.

Since there are two people per seat, we split up, with me sitting next to Gerard.

"Are you nervous?" Gerard asks once were strapped into the ride.

"I probably should've mentioned this before, but I am terrified of roller coasters," I admit. Gerard smiles deviously, and grabs my hand. The ride starts, and my grip on my friends hand becomes tighter and tighter the higher we go.

Just a few feet away stands the drop.

"Gerard, Gee, no! No, no, no! Let me off!" I yell as the drop approaches. Gerard laughs as we plummet towards the ground, my shrieks filling the air. We finally reach the ground, and the ride does a few more twists and turns before ending. I get off quickly, feeling lightheaded.

"You ok?" the raven haired boy asks me.

"No! You must carry me, peasant!" I announce dramatically, and Gee lifts me. He carries me to a picnic table, the rest of our group following.

"I'm going to go get the food, what do you guys want?" Bob asks. Everyone places their order, and when it's my turn, I politely decline, telling them I already ate at home. They accept my answer, and Bob leaves, coming back with the food shortly.

I watch my friends eat, and I feel myself become hungry. I'm not starving myself, no, it's just that carnival food makes me feel fat, and I don't like that feeling. I prefer my usual diet of granola bars and popcorn.

After eating, we ride a few more rides, and drive home. Gerard does the gentlemanly thing, and walks me to my door.

"I had fun tonight, will I see you tomorrow?" Gerard asks.

"Yeah, you could come over if you want, my parents are away on, uh, business," I lie.

"I'd love to," he answers, and kisses me softly on the lips. My eyes grow in shock, before I melt into the kiss.

He pulls away, and I look down, trying to his my blush behind my hair. Gerard leaves and gets back into Franks car. I watch Frank kiss Abby goodbye before getting into the vehicle, and driving away.

All in all, I think today was a pretty good day.

Omg I am soooo sorry for not updating on time. It's only the second week of school for me, but I feel super stressed already. I've had two mental breakdowns so far, and I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the rest of the year.

I've been thinking about how this book is going to end (which won't happen for a while) and I know how it'll end, and I know there will be a sequel, so just know that yes, this story is going somewhere, I'm not just going to write fillers constantly.

As always, thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and comment!