Save Mikey Way

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Hey. This will either be short chapters in Mikey's POV as I'm planning it to be, or will turn out to a full lenght story that I will never finish.
enjoi.
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Isn't it great when you just can't even find the motivation to get out of bed for school? When you literally need your brother or your grandmother to drag you out of bed not because you are lazy, but because nothing feels right anymore and your will for a good day is all gone? When you don't care that you haven't studied for a Maths and History test not because you were ''too cool to'' but because you were crying and cursing your existence all day long? When everyone thinks that your life is perfect because of your relationship while in reality, no one really sees the abuse that hides behind it? Well today is one of those days.

"Mikes, come on, you're gonna miss breakfast!" My brother shouts from downstairs.

Like I care.
I haven't eaten properly in a long time, why should I today?

Grabbing the first Anthrax long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans I find in front of me, applying eyeliner and wearing my beanie, I head downstairs to find Gerard waiting at the door for me.

"You skipped breakfast again." He comments somewhat sadly.
"I'm not really hungry." I mumble and close the door behind us as we leave.
"Really now? You haven't been hungry in almost a year, Mikey."
"That's a lie, I eat a lot." That's why I'm so disgustingly fat, no matter what everyone else says. But that's also half a lie, considering I empty my guts out after eating all the time.
"Still not enough, look how skinny you are.." He points out and before I snap and start saying how wrong he is, we arrive at Frank's house to pick him up like we always do. Then follows Ray, who lives really close to school.
By the way, Gerard and Frank are 17 while Ray and I 16.(i had to actually flip a coin to decide who's what)

We get to school and I part ways with them, as my locker is at the other side of the whole building. Isn't it great having to walk through tens of jocks that beat the crap out of you, call you an emo cutter and threaten to fucking kill you if you touch them? Well, that's what happens in my life every day, without today being an exception.

I arrive ten minutes late in class, due to my bleeding nose and limping leg. And it's already only third period.
Ray and I only have one class together and that is English, where if we get caught talking, we get straight sent to the headmaster.

When school is finally over, Frank is gone with Gerard because they skipped again after fourth period and I have to say goodbye to Ray as he lives literally three minutes away from school and walk twenty more alone, having to be worried about not bumping into unwanted people.

Speaking of the devil.

"Well well well, if it isn't Michael."
"Pete, I told you, it's Mikey." I reply to my boyfriend through gritted teeth.
And there it is.
Another slap added to my previously red cheek.
"I'll call you whatever I wanna call you." He said and leant in for a kiss, without my consent.
I pull back and whimper, only for him to laugh evilly and playfully slap me again, with much less force.
"You gotta watch that attitude, Michael."
He says and walks away, after pushing me to the ground.

You're wondering why I don't break up with him.
I have an answer.
He's Pete Wentz.
The guy I had a crush on since I was 12 and a relationship for about seven months. He also happens to be my gay bully.
While I thought that everything was going to be like one of those cheesy movies where the bully softens, he hasn't.
He has threatened to hurt me and the ones I love in every way possible if I ever break up with him.

Isn't it great being Mikey Way?