A Chemical Romance

Chapter 1

I laid there on the cold tile in my own blood, sweat, and tears. The razor is on my left, my wrists are opened, and I see his eyes, his dark menacing eyes. Full of salty tears, that fall into the pool of me. His face showed agony, pain, anger, and sadness, and I caused it. "Miss Miller?" he spoke, "Miss Miller?" I gasp and quickly open my eyes, and pull up my head. "Is my class so boring, you can't even stay awake?" I hear the kids giggle. I took a deep breath and threw everything I learned in therapy out the window. I stood up, my black jeans, are full of sweat. "Yes, it is actually." I sassed. "Well, next time stay awake, or it's a detention," said Mrs. Pittan. "Look, Mrs. Pitstain, I can't promise anything," I smirked, and took my seat. The classroom erupts in laughter, as she writes me my detention slip. I look down at my paper, noticing I had left my foundation onto the paper. I see Mrs. Pittan wave her slip, I get up and take it. "You may take your seat." She croaks. "I'm actually going to the bathroom." I snarl. I walk out of class, swaying my hips as I walk down the hall. 

On my way to the bathroom, I see a couple making out in the hallway. I roll my eyes and keep walking. I go up to the mirror and reapply my lipstick, and foundation. I hear moaning come from inside the stall. I smirk. Then I hear grunting. "Y'all getting it on aren't you?" I shout, smiling. "Shut the hell up!" A kid breathlessly says. They continue. I walk away, and head to class. The bell rings. "Shit!" I scream. I start to run to class to grab my bag. I get into the class, and take my stuff and leave. I walk out to my locker, which is also holding a "cute" couple. I walk up closer, and put up my finger and put close to my mouth pretending to throw up. "Move it, people," I yell at them. They look at me and keep at it. I grab the girl. "Listen, bitch, I told you to move it, now get going or, I'm going to have to kick white trash ass." She says nothing, kissing her boyfriend goodbye, and heads to class. I hate to admit but she has great taste, his dark sea blue eyes, easily captivating, his deep brown hair, up in a beanie. He puts his back against the other lockers, and he reads his phone, wearing a navy blue tank top, and black jeans. He puts his phone in his pocket, and I put away my things. He closes my locker with his elbow. I snatch my hands out of the way in time and scowl at him. "What the hell you could've taken off my fingers?" I yell "But I didn't." His sexy voice responds back. I almost fall to my knees, to this masterpiece of a man. "You almost did," I say, my voice trembling. He smirks, and puts his fingers on my chin, lifting my head to look him in his gorgeous hypnotizing eyes. "Am I making you nervous, gloomy?" My heart fluttered until I realized what he called me. "What did you just call me?" I question moving my head back. "Gloomy, you always wear all black," he says, smirking still. I open my locker grab my bag, and books and leave. "Hey wait!" I hear him call out.

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I get out of my seventh period and wait for my best friend, Ivory. She is beautiful, with short blonde hair, with brown undertones, dark blueish, gray eyes. I see her walk out of class, she kisses her boyfriend on the cheek, and leaves. "Hey!" She shouts. I look at her, to see she is wearing a white T-shirt, and jean shorts, with 6-inch heels on. She comes over and hugs me. "So what's making you more depressed today?" she says, popping in a piece of gum, offering me some. I shake my head no, saying "Well I ran into a couple by my locker that was making out, then the guy flirted with me, and called me 'gloomy.'" she fake gasps. I roll my eyes. "Well you are kind of a gloomy person. She says. "Still I don't need a reminder," I reply. "Anyway I have to go, Tyler is giving me a ride." she dismisses. "Ok, bye," I say she walks over to his black BMW. 

I continue to walk home, sweating my ass off. A white BMW convertible drives close to me, a group of guys cat-calling to me. "Hey, sweet ass!" One of them shouts. "Do us a favor, show us your tits!" they yell. I stop in my tracks, take a deep breath. I take off my heels and put them on the ground, I lift up my tank top, just to show the bottom gray lace of my bra, as they whistle. Then, I run up to the car and hop in, they freak out. I grab the guy who told me to flash them, and rip off his hood and takes off his pants. I smirk at my work and hop out. I sit on the hot pavement and put on my shoes. "Gloomy?" I hear a familiar voice say. I look to my right and see the guy from earlier. The car drives off, as I stand up. "What are you doing?" he questions. "Just messing with some guys," I say. "Nice." He says. "Violet," I say. "What?" he replies. "My name, it's Violet," I state. "Cute, I'm Matthew." He says. I smile. "Need a ride?" he asks. "Sure," I say, and we get in his car. I tell him my address, and he drives me playing songs, I try my best not to sing along too. We arrive at my house, I thank him and get out. I shut the door, and walk up to my house, and walk in. I looked at the couch and screamed and dropped to the floor covering my eyes.