I'm Just Your Sad Song.

Rating: 18+ for violence and sexual situations.
Pairing:Gerard/OFC
Disclaimer:I don't own MCR, I never will, end of story.


Chapter index:
Chapter One pg: 1
Chapter Two pg: 1
Chapter Three pg: 2
Chapter Four pg: 3
Chapter Five pg: 4
Chapter Six pg: 7
Chapter Seven pg: 8
Chapter Eight pg: 9
Chapter Nine pg: 10
Chapter Ten pg: 12
Chapter Eleven pg: 13
Chapter Twelve pg: 13
Chapter Thirteen pg: 13
Chapter Fourteen: pg 14
Chapter Fifteen: pg 14
Final!: pg 15

"Lilah wake up your going to be late for school!" I moaned in protest as my stepmother banged on my bedroom door. I really don't care if I'm late for school. Why would I want to go to school? It's boring and you forget everything in the summer anyway.

"I don't want to go!" I yelled back, pulling my pillow over my head. I feel bad for leaving Mandy and Denice to "fend for themselves" but I really don't think I could face the unrelenting taunts and teasing from the previous day. I really don't know what I do to deserve everything that's happened to me but it must be pretty bad.

"I don't care what you want!" Janet called. I refused to call her mom since day one. Dad tried to coax me into it but as he said 'You as stubborn as your mother.' and I was proud of it. Being compared to my mother was the highest complement you could offer me.

I grumbled and flung the covers off my me, swinging my reluctant legs over the edge of my bed and putting my bare feet on the cold wood floor. I shuffled to the window and through my blind open to reveal my beautiful New York City.

My wicked stepmother, stepsister and I lived in a swanky condo in Queens. But if I had my way we would live back in Jersey were mom and and me live before they died.

I watched in amusement as the garbage man and a random civilian yelling at each other from the sidewalk. I giggled to myself. The joy of city life.

"If your not going to school clean the house!" my wicked stepmother called. I groaned in frustration. If it wasn't one this it was another.

"I am going to school!" I slouched over to my closet and yanked open the door, pulling out my black tank top dress and knee high black and white stripped socks. I hated it when people tried to stereotype me. I'm not emo goth punk or scene. Just cause I wear more eyeliner then your average Joe... Or Jane.

I opened my mothers jewelry box and pulled out the heart shaped locket she had given me when I five. She told me to put any pictures I wanted in it, so I put a picture of her and daddy.

I was unceremoniously tossed back into reality by my stepsister Melodie throwing my door open with such force it knocked the books on the shelf next to it over. She cocked one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows up and strutted supermodel like into my room.

"Are you done being emo Lilah?" she asked sweetly as our her mother walked past my door. Melodie flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and waited for the click clack of stepmummys stiletto heels to evaporate.

Then she smiled "I'll help you clean the house if you really want to stay here." I glanced up flashing her a quick smile back. Mel really wasn't as bad as I thought she was going to be when she moved in.

"Thats okay, I'll go to school." I said as she pulled me into a hug.

"Let me know who's skull I should shove my heel into!" she sauntered back out of the room. That was so random... I did love her a lot, I could talk to her when I needed to, she just wasn't Denice or Mandy. Those girls knew me inside and out.

Twenty minuets after I had put my make-up on, which consisted of copious amounts of black eyeliner and turquoise eyeshadow, I skipped into the kitchen and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. Not the most nutritious breakfast ever but what the hell.

I had to take the subway to school. Yeah I know not the safest thing in the entire world but mom and dad weren't there to drive me. I of course had to get Starbucks before I went to school. To prepare me for the day, hahaha.

I stood in line behind a guy with dark sunglasses and his shoulder's hunched. Normally I don't really pay much attention to people in Starbucks but this guy was trying not to draw attention to himself and I should know what that looks like because I go out of my way not to be noticed.

He was trying to hard I decided he needs to loosen up and blend in a bit more. I stared at him as he muttered his order quietly to the casher. He glanced over his shoulder and saw me staring at him. I didn't look away when I saw him turning, I don't even know why, normally I would have averted my eyes as soon as his head moved, hell I wouldn't have been staring at him at all but there was something about him...

His shoulders stiffened when he saw me staring and that woke me up. I looked at the floor not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, God know I hate it when people stare at me. He picked up his coffee and went to sit in a corner to read a newspaper.

"Venti Java-" I was cut off.

"Chip Frappuccino I know!" cried the lady behind the counter "That's what you order everyday Lilah."

I smiled crookedly. Beatrice walked around the counter and gave me a one armed hug. She had Been good friends with my parents and also co-managed the store.

"The wicked witch of the west still giving you hell?" she asked sympathetically as she walked back around the counter and poured whipping cream on my other unnutritious energizer of the day.

"You know it." I replied dully. She knew how awful I was treated at home because on the days after school I would sit in a comfy Starbucks chair and cry my eyes out.

Speaking of one of those comfy chairs there was one by the window with my name on it. The subway didn't leave for fifteen minuets so I had time to kill.

"I'm sorry sweetheart!" called Bee from across the room "Things will get better though."

I smiled half heartedly, its not like it could get worse.

She came over and chatted with me until I had to leave for my train to hell. I grabbed my messenger bag and started to make my way to the station hunching my shoulder much like the man in Starbucks.

Only this time I had a reason.

"Hey emo bitch!" the voice sounded much like that of Tanner McKay, most popular jock. Not your average jock though. He was a surfer jock with shaggy blond hair and flip flops. Once upon a time I had a crush on him but then I found out with an asshole he was.

His henchmen Jake and Josh Marley jogged up behind me and Josh ruffled my hair while swinging his arm around my shoulder. I stared at the ground, trying to ignore them as I kept walking.

"How was your weekend babe?" Josh whispered in my ear "Spend all night cutting?" I tensed as soon as the words left his mouth. Josh was always the one who managed to hit my sore spots.

"Fuck off!" I snapped dashing onto the train as soon as it pulled up. I sat down by the closets exit hoping they would just leave me alone. No such luck though. Josh sat down on my immediate right leaning into my side while Tanner and Jake sat close enough to torment me.

"You where telling me about you weekend weren't you Li?" I turned my head to the side to stare out the window, trying not to let the tears that where pricking the back of my eyes to fall. I really am not sure what I did to deserve this punishment.

I guess being different was a crime now.

"I'm fucking talking to you Li." Josh growled in my ear grabbing my upper arm tightly. I winced in pain and tried to jerk away.

"Let me go!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Why don't you make me." he whispered back. I didn't notice the figure that walked up next to us until he spoke.

"Why don't you leave the nice lady alone then?" growled the man that had been standing in front of me at Starbucks. My eyes went wide, I hope he isn't stalking me or anything.

Josh quickly let go of me and went to sit with Tanner and Jake, sending us both scathing looks. I rubbed my arm and muttered a thank you.

"No problem, are you okay?" he mumbled. I nodded my head and stared at the ground. The stranger patted my shoulder and said quietly and firmly "Don't take there shit and don't let them take you alive."

"Don't worry," I said quietly, looking up at him "I wont."


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Should I continue?

Dormant..

and for those of you who dont know what that means, I'm done. Gone, vanished, dissapeared.

Theres a slight chance I'll come back on once in a while, to check on fanfics.

Two

"Googely Bear!" yelled Denice when I slouched up to my locker. Denice was Pretty... Odd at times. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck "Sooo, what happened?"

"Yeah Li," said Mandy walking up behind us "You look like you want to kill someone!"

"Kill Josh and Tanner more likely." I muttered under my breath. God sticking a fork his his eye would make my fucking year! Denice squeezed me sympathetically and Mandy gave me a one armed hug.

"Now what did they do?"

I snorted "Besides practically trying to molest me on the train...Nothing."

I grabbed Denice's hoodie before she could decapitate the nearest jock "I'll fucking kill him!" she growled. Mandy snorted and linked arms with her. I really did have the best friends ever.

"See you after Geometry!" called Mandy, frog marching Denice away.

I sighed, smiling a little as I walked down the hall. I had history first, if my other best friend Ryan hadn't been there I probably would have died. History = boring.

"Hey babe!" he called from near the back of the room. Ryan was unfortunately gay. I say unfortunate cause he's a super hotty. Black emo hair the fell perfectly over one eye. a lip and nose ring and the eyeliner just made him look good enough to eat.

He pulled my into a big bear hug and kissed my cheek "I heard you got molested on the train?" I giggled and nodded.

"Josh just couldn't keep his hands off me!" I cried putting my face in my hands, pretending to cry. He laughed and patted my shoulder.

"I'll beat the shit out of him with my super karate power!" I laughed harder when he tickled my sides. Have I mentioned I loved my friends?

"What skills would those be master yoda?" I asked, playfully punching his are. He pretended to look offended and turned in his seat to look out the window.

"Thats enough talk back there!" the teacher scolded us from across the room and we shut up to endure an hour of painfully boring study of historical facts.... Or something like that.

Ryan put his head down the the desk and shut his eyes and I wasn't far behind him. I grabbed my binder and started to write. Not really about anything mind you I just like to write random ass stories and poems.

Songs were fun but I couldn't really do anything with them. I wasn't much of a singer but I could play the piano pretty well. I loved how the notes rang out when you pressed down on the black and white keys.

I stared off blankly into space. I always did that when I wanted to escape. I found that if you unfocus your eyes and stare at a wall your something random your mind could take you almost anywhere.

Ryan nudged me in the ribs and I jolted, noticing that half the class had its eyes on me "Now that mis Grey has decided to rejoin the human race, where were we?" my cheeks flushed a dull pink as I stared down at the desk.

Ryan grabbed a piece of paper and started drawing an angry chibi that looked remarkably like our history teacher. I dissolved in giggles and bit my lip.

The he started to draw a big monster eating the chibi teacher. I cocked an eyebrow glancing at him slyly out of the corner of my eye. Ryan smiled back and wrote Lilah Monster next to it and I had to put both hands over my mouth to stifle the noise.

Once I had regained control of myself I looked up and once again found the entire class staring at me "Now that Ms. Grey and Mr. Parker have decided to act there age. Please turn in your report on Napoléon Bonaparte on Wednesday."

Me and Ryan had already gather own things and were out the door before anyone had even registered.

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"Manson's a total freak-a-zoid!" shrieked Mandy after her twenty somethingth pixie stick at lunch. She and Ryan where in a heated debate over whether or not Marilyn Manson was a transvestite or not. Denice and I were in a slightly more serious conversation of whether or not I should be a make up artist or not.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" cried Ryan, being his normal overly dramatic gay self "Marilyn Manson's fucking hot!"

Mandy rolled her eyes and Denice and I snorted. Ryan was a little high minded when he wanted to be. especially when it came to music.

"Only you would say something like that." I muttered with a smile on my face. He flipped his hair and stuck his nose in the air.

"Do be so gay!" I cried sitting up a little and tackling him to the ground, tickling his sides. I think I heard Mandy screech "Dog pile!" before two body collapsed on my back. I vaguely heard the bell ring in the background.

"Okay, okay OFF!" I attempted to yell "I have to get to art!"


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Tanner, Josh and Jake are actually based off of some guys I know. I was sorely tempted to put there myspace's up but I'm not that mean ^_^ They really know how to push my buttons