Ya Know What They Do To Guys Like Us? [bikey] - The Black Parade

stephanie<3 · 07-10-2008, 05:46 PM

Ya Know What They Do To Guys Like Us?

Rated 15+ for language, self harm, suicidal attempts, alchohol abuse, and homosexuality, sexy scenes

Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction. I do not own any of the members from My Chemical Romance.

Chapter Index
CH. 1 Welcome to HELL.......PAGE 1
CH. 2 Rat in a Cage......PAGE 1
CH. 3 I Wanna Run Away and Never Say Goodbuy.......PAGE 2 AND 3
CH. 4 Die Monster Die.......PG 4
CH. 5 Unspoken Apologies and Dicovering the Truth.....PG 5
CH. 6 In a Solitary Style......PG 5 AND 7
CH. 7 Paper Wings.......PG 7
CH. 8 Worth Dying For......PG 8
CH. 9 Heaven Help Us, Please........PG 8
CH. 10 Let Me Save You........PG 9
CH. 11 The Sharpest Lives.........PG 10
CH. 12 Are You Gay?.........PG 10
CH. 13 Ditching........PG 11
CH. 14 The Voice........PG 12
CH. 15 Boyfriend.........PG 12
CH. 16 Sleep Over......PG 13
CH. 17 Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!.........PG 14
CH. 17 (CONT.)..........PG 14
CH. 18 Love Me Dead
CH. 19 Demolition Lovers.........PG 15
CH. 20 (NOT NAMED YET) .........PG 15
CH. 21 Swing Life Away................PGE 16
CH. 22 Prove It..............PG. 16
CH. 23 Sunlight............PG 17
CH. 24 REAPPEARANCE................PG 17
Ch. 25 CONFESSIONS ...........PG 18

#1 FANSPOT= NEURO CHICK

Chapter 1: Welcome to HELL

Mikey’s P.O.V.
I pulled the hood of my black sweater over my head and adjusted my glasses. Then I stuffed my hands in my pockets and took a step towards Hell. Scratch that last part: I meant high school. But there’s not really a difference, for me anyways.
“It’ll be okay, Mikey,” I told myself out loud. It was my first day of tenth grade. I knew this year was going to be miserable. It hadn’t been so bad last year because I had my older brother, Gerard, to protect me. I had still gotten teased (and trust me- that sucked) but I didn’t get jumped all the time. Now that Gerard had graduated and moved to New York to go to art school, there’s no telling in what the jocks will do to me now.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my brother went to art school, he deserves it. He’s a really awesome artist. But he was my best friend and I don’t know how I am going to survive without him here. I know that’s lame, your older brother being your best friend but I am lame. I’m a lame, nerdy, emo faggot that everyone loves to make fun of and nobody wants to be friends with. I don’t blame them for not wanting to be my friends. I wouldn’t want to be my friend, either.
As I walked to my locker, I got shot disgusted looks and rude comments got yelled in my direction, such as “fag!” “emo!” and my personal favorite “you disgusting homo! Why don’t you go kill yourself already!?!” I thought about the saying kindergarten teachers tell all their students about sticks and stones breaking bones but words being harmless. That is the most incorrect statement I have ever heard in my life!
I pulled on my hood down so it covered my eyes and stared at my shoes as I walked past my locker, not even stopping to get my books, and down the hall towards the restroom. As the dirty looks and nasty comments continued, I felt myself walking faster and faster until I was almost running. I was so relieved when I saw that door with the triangular plaque with the man on it. The “men’s” room. That was ironic, I am probably the most sissiest man on the face of the earth.
As I approached the door, my hand automatically reached for the handle and pulled it open. I ran into the first stall and locked it. I reached into the pocket of my tight black jeans and took out Sparky. My razorblade.Every insult and rude comment they say about me is all true. I'm a pathetic little emo kid who deserves to die but is to chicken to take his own life. I put the sharp edge of the blade against my wrist. I put some pressure on it then pulled it across my skin. I smiled as my blood started to slowly ooze out of the cut. I pulled Sparky across my wrist several more times before the pain had satisfied me enough so I could leave the bathroom stall.
I put Sparky back in my pocket and stepped out. When I looked up, I saw something I hadn't expected. Some guy was standing at the sink washing his hands.( I kind of zone out when I'm cutting so I didn't hear him come in or turn the water on.)He turned around when he saw my reflection in the mirror. He had blonde hair and piercings on both sides of his bottom lip and he was wearing all black. I had to admit, he was really hot.
"Hey," he said to me and smiled. I just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a really big fast-moving car. "I'm Bob," he said. He extended his arm to shake my hand. I didn't move. I couldn't move. When I still hadn't shaken his hand he looked down at my arm, still by my side. His smile faded and an expressoin of shock covered his face. I looked down, too, wondering what he had seen that made that look cross his face.
I had forgotten to pull down my sleeve before I left the stall. Blood was still dripping from the cuts that I had made. "oh my god," the kid named Bob whispered, mostly to himself. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. So I ran . I ran like Hell out of my Hell. I decided I wasn't going to school today. It's not like anyone would miss me.

Bob's P.O.V.
i walked into my new school and took a deep breath. "Well, here it goes," I said to myself. Ugh, I'm talking to myself again, I should really stop that. This was my first of tenth grade at a school. My parents thought it would be good for me. My best friend Matt died last year. Matt was my my best friend in the whole world. He was the only person I could really talk to. He didn't even mind when I told him I was gay. When he died, I just kind of gave up on life. I stopped talking to my friends, I stopped doing my homework, and I eventually stopped going to school. I barely even left my bedroom.
But this year was going to be different. I was going to try hard in school and hopefully make some friends.

I walked up and down the halls looking for my locker, when I walked past the boys locker room. 'hmmm... I kinda gotta go,' I thought. I opened the door and walked to a stall. Someone else was in the stall next to me. It sounded like they were crying, but that was probably just my imagination.
I was washing my hands when I heard the door to one of the stalls squeak open. I looked into the mirror in front of me as a tall, skinny boy walked out of it. I turned around to get a better look at him. He was wearing a black sweater over a Smashing Pumpkins tee-shirt, tight black jeans, and Chucks. He was staring at his feet, like a child would stare at a television set while watching Spongebob (best show ever!) so I couldn't see his face too well.
When he realized that I was Staring at him, he looked up. He had beautiful hazel-green eyes covered with thick-rimmed glasses. He had eyeliner smeared around his eyes and running down his cheeks, he had obviously been the one who was crying.
'Well, I promised I would try to make some friends,' I thought, so I introduced myself, "Hey, I'm Bob." I smiled and held out my hand to shake. He didn't take my hand and he had a shoked expression on his face.
'Ummm... why isn't he taking my hand? Maybe I sounded too gay. What if he knows I'm gay? What if he tells someone? Oh god! I'm gonna get beat up!' I started panicing in my head. I lokked down at his arm, which he was supposed to shake my hand with, in wonder.
Then I saw it. He had the sleeve of his sweater rolled up to his elbow. He had about four or five cuts, blood still coming out of them. I looked closer to see that his arm was full of faint, white lines. When he noticed I had seen his cuts, he bolted out the door before I could say anything else.
I wondered when I would see him again.

Descending Angel · 07-10-2008, 10:33 PM

i like this so far!! keep going, please! =)

stephanie<3 · 07-10-2008, 10:49 PM

thank you for the comment.
i should have an update up saturday, it depends if my computer feels like being cooperative.

Descending Angel · 07-10-2008, 11:38 PM

saturday? nooo! can i wait that long??
i'm telling your computer to be cooperative, how about that?

stephanie<3 · 07-11-2008, 12:01 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Descending Angel

saturday? nooo! can i wait that long??
i'm telling your computer to be cooperative, how about that?

my computer is stubborn and i still have to type it :[ i type sloooooow

:Jill: · 07-11-2008, 12:05 AM

I love this so far. It's the first Bikey I've read. Please continue.

CowSpottedSnail · 07-11-2008, 02:56 AM

^It's my first Bikey, too.
This is awesome. Can't wait for more!

stephanie<3 · 07-12-2008, 09:10 PM

Chapter 2 Rat in a Cage

Mikey’s P.o.v.
After about five minutes of running I had to stop because I couldn’t breathe. I took my inhaler out of my sweater pocket and took a couple puffs to restore the oxygen in my lungs. I looked at my surrounding to see if I knew where I was. I was about two blocks from the school. “Stupid, fucking asthma!” I yelled. If it wasn’t for my asthma, I would be gone. Out of Jersey, where no one knew me. Where no one judged me. I would run, and I would never stop.
But who am I kidding? I would be judged anywhere I went. I would go to Antarctica and the goddamn penguin would judge me! I don’t get why people judge others so much. Are they too bored with their own lives that they have to inspect someone else’s? I feel like a fucking lab rat. And the world is the scientist studying me.
I’m locked up in a fucking cage and I can’t get out.

Bob’s P.O.V.
After that kid ran out of the bathroom, I tried to follow him, but the bell rang. I thought it was best not to be late on my first day. And besides, I didn’t even know that guy. H e could be a psycho serial killer for all I knew.
I took my new schedule out of my back pocket and unfolded it. “Fuck,” I hissed to myself. I had math first period. There’s no way in hell I’m staying awake through that.

I arrived to class ten minutes late because I got lost. I asked some kid for direction, but he ignored me. That fucking ass whole!
“You’re late, Mr. Bryar,” my math teacher said. He didn’t tell me her name so I’m just going to call him ‘math teacher’.
“I got lost,” I stated, a little acidic. He called me Mr. Bryar. I hate that! My name is fucking Bob!
There was two empty desks at the back of the room. I went and sat in one of them. I wondered who the other belonged to. Twenty minutes into the lesson, I was fast asleep. I had a dream, strike that, a nightmare about the day Matt died.

We were in his basement practicing our drums and decided to take a break. He was a complete Starbucks addict so we started walking to the one closest to his house. He was already jumping up and down in anticipation for his ’wonderful’ coffee.
“Come on, Bobby, hurry up,” I didn’t really like it when people called me Bobby. But I didn’t mind it so much when Matt called me that because he was my best friend.
“Calm down, man,” I told him.
“But I want my coffee!” he said over-dramatically. “Oh my god!” he squealed when we turned on the street and he saw the building in the distance.
“And I’m the gay one?” I said sarcastically. Matt laughed a little and then was serious.
“Bob, how did you find out you were gay?” he asked. I didn’t answer him right away so we were left in an awkward silence. The silence was broken by the blaring of a car horn and a loud screeching noise. And then everything was dark.
The next thing I knew I was in a white room. It was too white. My vision focused and I could see my parents sitting in chairs next to me. My mom was crying.
“He’s awake!” my mom said with relief when she had seen my eyes open.
“Where the fuck am I?” I asked, I couldn’t remember anything.
“You’re in the hospital, Robert,” my dad said. It all came back to then. Me and Matt walking to Starbucks, him being over-excited, his awkward question, the horn blaring, the car screeching…
“Where’s Matt?” I asked, panic apparent in my voice.
“Honey,” my mom said, “Matthew’s dead.”

I awoke to someone shaking me. It was math teacher. “Is everything alright, Mr. Bryar, you were screaming.” I looked around they room, thirty confused students were staring at me. Tears started falling from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away and answered his question.
“Ya, I’m fine.” he nodded then walked away from my desk and continued teaching. I didn’t fall back asleep. My mind was swimming with memories of my best friend. I wondered how I would have answered him if the accident didn’t happen.

Mikey’s P.O.V.
I started walking home because I wasn’t in the mood to do anything else. My house wasn’t too far from the school so it only took me a couple of minutes to reach my front door. I got the key from under the eave and unlocked the door. My mom was passed out on the couch with a bottle of some kind of alcohol in her arms.
I walked into the kitchen and got me a soda. I was on my way to my bedroom when I saw the mail on the kitchen table. I started looking through it. It was mostly junk mail for my dad. He had been dead for three year and he was still getting junk mail. I started to walk away when I saw my name. I looked closer. It was a post card from Gerard. It had a picture of the Statue of Liberty on the back.
I looked at the address and thought of the perfect way to escape from my cage.

:Jill: · 07-12-2008, 09:22 PM

Loved the update. More when you can.

Descending Angel · 07-13-2008, 12:35 AM

ooo, mikey's gonna visit gerard in new york!
-poor bob, losing his best friend =( i love this story!