Romance Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Cancer ❯ Nobody Likes you. ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A/n: All right. Here we are with the next chapter of the wonderful story. Isn’t it great? XD
I know you all hate it, don’t lie. Anyways, I’ll still keep writing the story, though. Because I enjoy it. And my friends enjoy it. So here you go, the third chapter of Cancer: Two men who’ve lost all doubt in a chemical romance. (This one’s called “Nobody Likes You”)
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But the question is, are you?
The question ran through Bert’s mind, like the Energizer bunny. It just kept going, and going, and going, and going. He slapped himself in the head, just to get rid of it. “Get out of my head!” He yelled, drawing only a slight amount of attention to him.
Gerard looked puzzled at his lover. “Bert, you all right? Maybe I should get you home, we’ll go out another night.” He said, feeling the young man’s forehead.
But Bert wouldn’t allow his insanity ruin a perfect evening. “No, I’m fine, just need something to drink, I guess.” He reasoned. “I’ve been sober for at least a day, so I think it’s getting to me.” Bert lied right to Gerard.
And he hated it. He just couldn’t stand lying to his Gerard, the man who never kept anything from him.
Or so he assumed, for Gerard told the man almost everything. He thought back to past conversations they had.
“Hey Bert! I was thinking about you when I was in the shower. It was really hot.”
“Hey Bert, guess what I found under my fridge?” It turned out to be an old condom, with bits of mold growing on it.
“Hey Bert, you’ll never guess what Mikey and Pete did with a Banana.”
No, it seemed that Gerard told Bert EVERYTHING, not bothering to skip every little intricate detail, about how they washed Mikey after he fell in the mud, or how Mikey stuck a Banana in Pete’s ass.
So of course Bert couldn’t bare lying to him. It just was so hard, considering Gerard was both his best friend, and his boyfriend. It was just impossible to be untruthful.
But Bert seemed to be putting on a great act, as Gerard believed every word of Bert’s little fib. “Okay! Then we’ll have to go and buy some beer. To the booze!” Gerard shouted, pointing ahead to the door. Everyone laughed, as Gerard stood up to get to the door, but tripped over his Brother’s foot. “Ow.” He spoke, after landing face first to the ground. He rubbed his head, checking for any blood.
And once he was assured of his health, he just stood up again, and marched out the door, like the leader of some parade. An emo parade, full of sad kids, lonely kids, forgotten kids. And he’d lead them. He’d be their savior, and he’d defeat all the bad men in their world, all the demons. Even the non-believers, he’d destroy them, and all that would be left is a new hope for them all. It would be a dark parade, a depressing parade.
A black parade.
Gerard just seemed to fight the title of leader, even if he could be slightly lacking on the brains side. But he definitely had the courage.
And the heart.
People seemed to say that Gerard had the heart of gold. But it was only because he had very strong opinions on the right side of life. He just hated violence, hated animal abuse, he hated lying to friends and family, and was the ultimate friend. He seemed too perfect. It was just so unreal for such a person to exist in this crazy fucked up world, but such a man does.
And his name is Gerard Arthur Way.
All of Gerard’s friends smiled, as Gerard showed his Mikey side. The side that acted completely and utterly stupid, while still able to have emotions.
Of course Gerard tried not to let his Mikey side out too much, for then there would be two Mikey Ways, and nobody wants that.
Not even Mikey himself wants that, which is pretty sad.
So once they reached the bar, Gerard’s regular old self came back, now happy to be in the presence of the liquor he desired. Of course this side couldn’t be Mikey, for Mikey had sobered himself up, only because he had been really bad. The doctors even said he could’ve died if he hadn’t of stopped when he did.
But Mikey wasn’t objected to smoking a few cigarettes here and there. But only occasionally. If the craving really hit him, he’d take one, but when he felt it not necessary, he wouldn’t even bother.
“Gerard! Wait! Hand me the lighter before we go in. I gotta smoke real bad.” Bert said, opening up the fresh pack of cigarettes.
Gerard gladly handed him the lighter, but not before he took one himself, and lit it up.
Bob and Ray just sighed. “Put down those Cancer sticks. They obviously aren’t doing you any good. You don’t want to ruin your voice, do you?” Bob asked, trying to snatch the ‘cancer sticks’ away from his friend.
But Gerard persisted. “But Bob! I really, really, really, really, REALLY need one bad!” Gerard whined, like a child. Bob rolled his eyes.
“Oh please. You need one of those like a Mikey needs a diet.” Bob told him, obviously joking about Mikey’s very skinny stature. It was quite unnatural how skinny the boy was.
Gerard sighed, looking at his brother, trying to figure out if Bob was calling him fat or skinny. His puzzled look helped Bob to understand Gerard’s complete confusion with the joke.
A long sigh, as Bob tried to explain himself. “Mikey’s so skinny, he doesn’t need a diet. In fact, if he went on a diet, he’d probably starve. Or collapse from his bone mass.” Bob explained. Gerard nodded, finally getting it.
“Oh! I get it now. Haha. That was pretty funny!” Gerard said, smiling at the joke. Bob rolled his eyes. “Oh Gerard, you are almost exactly like your brother.” He sighed once more.
“Well, anyways, I’m gonna have a cigarette. So, uh, I don’t know what you meant by your analogy, but I’ll smoke anyways.” Gerard said, breathing in the smoke, and letting it fill his lungs.
Bob just smacked his head, shaking it back and forth. “I’ll just go kill myself now...” He sighed, making a gun-to-head motion. He started coughing as his friends breathed out the smoke, polluting the air. He then went over to a bench near his friends, but far enough so he wouldn’t be completely surrounded by smoke. “Pfft, and Frankie claims to love the environment. You do know how much pollution that causes, right?” He asked Frank. Frank just shook his head no, while inhaling another puff of smoke.
Once again Bob sighed, and made another gun-to-head motion. He leaned back against the wall of the building the bench rested against. “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?” Bob asked, assured that no one would answer. “I listen.” A voice called out.
Bob turned his head to the sound. He pulled down his sunglasses, even though it was near sunset, and looked out towards the sound. “Huh? Who said that?” He asked. He flipped back some of his blonde bangs out of his face as he looked in every direction, until he rested his eyes on a girl, possibly ten feet away. She looked down shyly, but then looked back up as Bob’s eyes rested on her.
“I-I did, sir.” She told him, scared of what he might say to her. She gripped a purse in her hands, a purse which had a cemetery on it, and the name “My Chemical Romance” written across it in blood. She had soft gray eyes, an odd color for eyes. Just like Bob.
His eyes were extraordinary, in the sense that no one else he knew had the same bright blue eyes that he had. They were icy blue, and reminded him of their song Demolition Lovers.
So of course it was nice to see somebody who had a rare eye color too.
She had medium length dirty blonde hair, that appeared to straighten itself out when she moved. And it didn’t appear to ever get messy, or hard to comb. It was nice, and Bob, being who he was, wanted to feel it.
Just like how he wanted to feel Ray’s afro when they met, he felt he need to touch this girl’s hair. “You do listen?” He asked her, surprised that someone even paid any attention to him at all.
She nodded her head, slightly less shy, but still timid. “Mmhm. I listen to everything you guys say. I especially like your quotes. Because since you barely talk at all, your words end up being really funny, and well thought out. I think you’re really funny, uh, sir.” She said, putting her head back down after gaining some courage to speak. But she shut her mouth, and lowered her head, trying to stay respectful to the drummer.
Bob smiled, finally glad he had someone that listened. He patted a spot next to him on the bench, and beckoned for her to come sit next to him. At least he’d have some company while his friends stupidly killed themselves.
Her eyes grew bright, and was suddenly filled with excitement. She could feel her heart beating fast. She walked towards him slowly, trying to get herself to move a little more quickly. But she couldn’t. She was far too excited. She brushed some hair back, as she sat down next to Bob.
Bob began to smile, as he felt he could toy with this girl. “Hey, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to listen to strangers?” He asked, trying to toy with her, and possibly make her somewhat embarrassed.
It worked, but she said, “They probably wouldn’t care.” She whispered. But then she looked up, and said, “But, you’re no stranger. I... I know a lot about you, sir.” She said, adding the polite ‘sir’ at the end.
Bob just laughed. “Oh really? Well, then what’s my middle name?” He asked. She smiled. “Cory.” She said plainly, brushing some hair out of her face. “Damn.” He looked down, trying to think up a good question. “What injuries have I suffered?” He asked, quizzing her on her knowledge.
She thought for a moment, and said, “A broken nose, Broken toes, cracked rib, and,” She paused for emphasis. “A broken heart.” She said sweetly. He smiled, at her extensive knowledge of Bob-dom. “You’re good. I crown you the Queen of Bob knowledge.” He told her. She smiled and looked down.
Her smile puzzled him, for it shared almost the same qualities of Gerard’s lovely smile. Her smile made her face look similar to Gerard’s, and one would assume that the two were siblings. Or maybe someone would get the illusion that Gerard was a father, but it didn’t seem real, as she was a twenty year old girl.
“Say, you’ve been sitting here for maybe twenty minutes, but I just realized I don’t know your name. What might it be?” Bob asked, feeling embarrassed that he didn’t even ask the girl for her name.
She blushed, embarrassed too. “Oh, I’m Cassie Lee, sir.” She told him, bowing politely. “Hey, we ain’t in Japan, so quit being so formal.” Bob plainly said, feeling comfortable around this girl. “Well, you obviously know that I’m Bob, so you only need to call me that.”
She nodded, and felt happy about how her favorite drummer was actually talking to her. She was enjoying herself, until her phone rung. She looked at the number on the screen. It read, ‘Catie & Mary’. “Ugh. Gotta take this call, hold on Bob.” She said, wishing she could continue the conversation. “Hello?” She answered. But she was almost deafened by the screams of the three voices on the other side.
“OHMIGOSH!YOU’RETALKINGTOBOB!!” The one girl screamed into the phone. “Ow! Catie, that’s my ear you’re deafening.” Cassie told her, moving the phone away from her ears. “I’m sorry, but, you’re talking to BOB FUCKING BRYAR!!! Why WOULDN’T I scream?” “To save my hearing.” Cassie responded. The girl on the other side laughed, as a new girl, with a much quieter tone took the phone. “Please don’t mind Catie, she’s just going insane because you are sitting next to Bob.” The new girl, Mary said. Cassie nodded. “I heard.” “So what’s Bob like? Is he hot as the rest? Where are the other guys, cuz we only see you two from our apartment.” She asked.
Cassie looked around, and after seeing the other guys smoking, with some possible drug usage involved, she just replied with, “You don’t wanna know.” Mary just nodded from the apartment window, and waved to her friend. Cassie waved back, glad to see that they enjoyed themselves. Then, another girl took the phone, and said, “Oh my god! Cassie! Aren’t you like dying from the pressure to impress Bob? I mean, he is your favorite drummer.” The next girl, Annemarie, said.
But Cassie just shook her head no. “Bob’s a cool guy. He says I’m the queen of Bob knowledge.” She laughed, as Bob broke a grin. “Well, who’s the king?” Anne asked. Cassie thought for a moment, and then said, “I don’t know. Hey Bob, who’s the king of Bob knowledge?” She asked him.
He smiled, and said, “Me. Of course.”
Cassie smiled, and said, “Of course. It’s Bob, duh.” She told her friends. They all squealed with delight. “Ha, I can’t wait until those bitches in our art class in college hears about this. They’ll totally be all over you Cassie.” Annemarie said, laughing at what they might possibly say when they hear about this ordeal.
Cassie too laughed, but then looked back at Bob, who looked very lonely. “Listen, Guys, I gotta go, I have another call.” She lied. “Okay, well, I’ll talk to you later then, and I’ll get every detail.” Catie came back.
Cassie laughed. “Of course, Catie, of course. Well, Night. See you later at the concert.” She told her friend. She then hung up the phone, to a surprised Bob. “What about your other call?” He asked her.
She sat back down next to him. “I lied.” She smirked. Bob just sat there, staring blankly. Then he burst out into laughter suddenly, as the young girl giggled. He put his arm around her, and pat her on the shoulder. “I like you kid. Say, what’s your name again?” Bob asked, his laughter subsiding.
She smiled, now glad she could be less formal. “It’s Cassie.” She laughed as she spoke, only because she couldn’t get the images of her three friends watching her out of her mind. Bob too smiled back at her, pushing his sunglasses back up. “Cassie, eh? Well, Cassie, I’m Bob.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake it, as they had never fully introduced themselves to each other.
She grabbed a hold of his hand, surprised at how small and strong it was. Must be from playing the drums for so long.... She told herself. “Hi Bob. Nice to finally meet you.” She told him, meaning each and every word. Even though there weren’t that many, she meant each one.
He smiled. “And it’s nice to meet you. Finally, I have a fan!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. “Hallelujah!” He yelled triumphantly. Cassie burst out laughing. It was the hardest she had laughed in quite a long time.
For she had recently gone through a lot of stuff, that she really didn’t like talking about.
But basically, what had happened was one of her best friends moved out to the other side of the country. The two had a family-like bond, and it pained her to see him leave.
But what sucks the most is that she had left him a nasty text message before he left, because she thought that he abandoned her at the MCR concert they were supposed to go to together. So she left him the worst message she could muster up, which wasn’t a whole lot, and sent it to him. And once she learned about his move, and how he was forced to go out of his own free will, she felt shitty.
She doesn’t even know if he saw the text message or not. So basically, he’s out there, maybe dead, maybe angry, maybe depressed. But she didn’t know, all because of one stupid text message.
So it was great for her to finally laugh again. And her friends on that third story apartment smiled, glad to see that she was happy, too. They knew that Cassie felt bad about the whole incident, and had even juggled with the option of suicide. But one concert changed her life.
Her three best friends brought her to yet another MCR concert. But this one, Gerard did something special. He told everyone in the audience to put their hand on the shoulder of their best friend. And as she saw everyone else doing it, she felt even worse.
But when all three of her friends turned around, and stuck their hands to her, well, it made her smile.
But that wasn’t the end. After one of their songs, Gerard made a speech. It was about how suicide is, and never should be, an option in life. It should never be toyed with, and if someone says they’re going to kill themselves, don’t fuck with them! It’s a serious issue, and Gerard did it justice by making the speech.
But the special part was at the exact moment of the ‘Suicide is not an option’ part, he looked straight at the lovely young lady, and smiled. She could tell that somewhere in the back of her mind, Gerard had the feeling that she was depressed. And after that day, she had not been depressed since.
So of course she takes the term “MCR saved my life” quite literally.
But that’s another story, for another day.
Bob looked at his new found fan, and could tell that they were going to be great friends. After Cassie’s laughter outbreak stopped, he smiled, and leaned back. Cassie did the same. Bob, now feeling completely and utterly comfortable with this girl, put his arm around her, and half hugged her. She leaned into him, letting her head rest on her new friend’s shoulder. Bob smiled down at her. At least someone likes me.... He sighed, thinking about it.
“You know, Cassie, I always get the feeling that nobody likes me. I mean, even my own band mates ignore me.” He said, making a gesture to the rest of MCR. “But around you, I actually feel like someone cares. You know?” He said, then turning away, to hide a small blush, he quickly added. “But, that’s crazy.” He sighed heavy. “I’ve just come to accept the fact that nobody loves me...” He told her, strangely able to keep a smile on his face. He looked up at the sunset. Another heavy sigh.
Cassie looked up at him sadly. “That’s not true....” I love you.... She thought. Cassie mentally sighed, and brought her head back to Bob’s shoulder. Bob looked at her. “Oh really? Name one person who likes me.” He said, challenging her. Me... for one... She looked around into space, trying to say someone, anyone, but she couldn’t. “Exactly as I thought.” Bob put it simply, leaning back onto his bench, arms crossed.
Cassie, who now sat up straight, sighed, and rubbed her face. She wanted to get rid of the mental anguish that tore her up inside at the moment. She wished and hoped for something, anything, to happen. For someone to call her name, for someone to speak to them. But nothing happened.
Well, that was until Gerard called, “Hey Bob! Take you’re girl friend and let’s go inside. We’re all done being jackasses now.” Bob blushed angrily. “She’s NOT my girlfriend! I just met her, you idiot.” He told, grabbing the girl’s wrist, to help her into the restaurant. “This place is a bar, so you gotta be twenty-one to get in. You’re only twenty, correct?” “Yes, that’s right. So what’re we gonna do?” “Well, just stick with us, and you’ll get in. They never ask us for ID anyways.” Bob whispered to her. She nodded, and stuck with the men.
And with no hassle at all, they were in. They had gotten past the stupid, half drunk security guard, and there was nothing left to worry. All of MCR had seated themselves at one booth, not leaving enough room for Cassie to sit. Her head hung low, she sadly walked away, upset that she couldn’t sit with her favorite band. She shyly made her way over to a table near the corner.
Like Gerard said before, nobody likes the corner.
But today, the drunken old men in the bar found something special about the corner. Now, there was a young girl sitting over there, all alone and unprotected. So they thought they’d press their luck.
“Hey, what’s a pretty young lady like you doing all by yourself? Shouldn’t you be on some hot date tonight?” One man asked. She looked up, after stirring her drink carefully with a spoon. “Huh? Me? Oh no, I don’t have any date. Nobody wants me.” She said, sighing. The man slid next to her in the booth. “Oh, why that’s not true. There are certainly many people who want you. Here, let me show you...” He said, trying to open up her button down shirt.
Bob didn’t feel right about leaving Cassie all alone like he did. He fidgeted in his seat, trying to get the uncomfortable feeling out of him. He sighed, giving up, and rested his head in his folded arms.
“What’s wrong Bob?” Gerard asked his friend, after seeing through his gorgeous, but drunk, eyes that Bob was upset. Bob just sat there. “You feel bad about leaving that girl alone, don’t you?” Gerard asked. Bob just nodded his head. Gerard pat the man on the back. “Don’t worry Bob. I’m sure that she’s fine. What could possibly go wrong?”
Cassie slightly moved away from the strange man. “Uhm, sir, I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” She said, in her usual shy, soft voice. But the man moved closer to her. “Well, let’s get to know each other then.” He told her, bringing himself closer to her, whispering each word as he brought himself inches away from her face. She tried to back up even more, but since she was in the corner, she was against a wall. The man brought his lips onto hers, as he began to attempt to force her to kiss him. She frantically wiggled and squirmed, in an attempt to get free of this sickening man.
Eventually, she succeeded. She pushed him off, and slapped him in the face. “Hey, I said I don’t know you! So quit it!” She raised his voice to him. But when she finished, she shut her mouth tight, and wished that she hadn’t of said it. The man smirked.
“Oh, you don’t wanna play, eh?” He asked, cracking his knuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to make you play. C’mon boys!” The man beckoned, as a few men surrounded them. Two men took her arms and pinned her down. She tried to kick them in the face, but failed when two other men took her legs. The first man, a man that everyone seemed to call Andrew, got on top of the table that she was pinned on, and smirked. He grabbed her shin, and moved her head around, laughing to himself. “Perfect.” He said, as he brought himself down for another kiss.
She screamed when he got her mouth open, though it was muffled by his mouth. He jabbed her tongue with his, and enjoyed every moment of her torment. Tears began coming from her eyes as she desperately tried to call for someone.
Andrew began unbuttoning all the buttons of her shirt, but not before ripping the tie from her neck. He threw it across the room, in his own lust. He briefly removed his mouth from hers, but not before getting yet another man to cover her mouth with his hand. He went down to her pants, and played around with the zipper, before beginning to pull them down.
At this point she was sobbing, but of course no one could hear her muffled cries. Then, in a desperate plan to get help, bit the one man’s hand that covered her mouth.
“Ow! The bitch bit me!” He yelled in pain.
“Bob! Help me!” She screamed, her sobs now being a little more clear without the man’s hand on her mouth. Andrew left her pants alone, as he grabbed her neck. “Shh! Quiet down you dumb bitch!” He hushed her as he choked her. But now she tried to scream louder, though it came out somewhat hoarse from the choking. “Help! Somebody help! Bob!” She cried, first spitting at Andrew.
Now he was pissed. “You stupid bitch! Learn your place!” He said, as he let the balled up fury in his fist spew out all over her face.
Bob heard the cries, and at first didn’t believe his ears. The place was somewhat large, so sound could get lost anywhere. Bob stood up, and moved his ears towards the sound. It ended up leading him to a pile of men, who all seemed interested in one thing, and one thing only.
And that thing was being pinned down against their will on the table. Bob decided to check it out, just to see what the fuss was, and if he had been imagining the cries.
But he had not, for the sobs were clearer now, as he once again heard a voice, now more distinctly a girl’s, crying out. “Bob... Help me...” Bob cleared his way through some of the men, to see the scene unfold. And he almost lost it when he saw who everyone was making a spectacle of.
It was Cassie, his new friend, and she was being viciously attacked by this man. Of course Bob came just at the moment where Andrew punched the girl in the face.
But after getting punched, she smiled, and said, “You’re gonna get it...” After that she spoke no more. She had fainted from the shear terror of the situation.
All the men turned to look at Bob, as Bob’s anger let itself fester inside him for a few moments. “Did you take this girl against her will?” Bob asked, sounding pretty calm for the moment. Andrew just looked confused. “What?”
“Did you try to go against her will? Were you trying to.... rape her?” Bob asked once again, now having more tone to his voice. Andrew just smirked, getting cocky. “And what’s it to you? Yeah, I tried to rape the dumb bitch. Why do you want to know?” He asked, bringing himself dangerously close to Bob.
But Bob handled it calmly for a few more minutes. “Oh, that’s what I thought. Okay. Just want to clear that up.” Now it was Bob’s turn to smirk, as he clenched his fist, cracking his knuckles slightly. Andrew just got even cockier.
“Hey, you gonna do something about me? I’m a rapist now. I raped your friend over there. What’cha gonna do about that, ugly?” He asked, poking Bob with every word.
And now was where Bob lost his cool. His rage could not be held inside any longer, as the use of the word ‘Rapist’ got to him. He took his balled fist, and sent the man flying clear across the room. Bob then preceded to kick the man, and then spit on the bleeding Andrew.
At this point, Cassie had regained consciousness, and she heard Bob’s fighting. “That’s what you get for fucking with my friend, you fucking asshole!” Bob told Andrew. He then turned around, to see all the other men surrounding him now. “Oh fuck.” He swore.
The men just smirked and laughed, knowing they could kick Bob’s ass. Or more, they felt they could, because they had more people. But Bob had the rage that they lacked. So it was a pretty even match up.
As the men advanced on Bob, who now took a fighters stance and was ready to fight, they stopped as soon as an ever so familiar voice called out, “No! Don’t hurt him!”
It was Cassie, whose face was bleeding, and slightly cut open. She limped off the table, and next to the men. “Please... Don’t hurt him...” She hoarsely spoke.
And here is where the rest of My Chemical Romance began to realize that their friend was fighting. They looked on as the young bloody girl desperately tried to plead with the men.
“Please... Don’t hurt Bob. He– He needs to play the drums tonight.... Please. Hurt me instead.... Hurt me....” She said, as she fell to the floor, a combination of fatigue and sorrow. “Cassie...” Bob gasped when he heard what she said.
The men didn’t seem to disagree, as they all went over, and ganged up on her, spitting at her, calling her names, and kicking her guts out.
“Fucking bitch. Little slut doesn’t know what she’s doing to herself.” One man cruelly stated. “Ugly little slut, isn’t she? Why would Andy want that fat piece of shit? He’s smarter to know that fat little shits don’t get fucked.” The other told one friend.
Once they had reached there satisfaction, they left, leaving the girl cold and bleeding on the floor. Her sobs were now silent, as the pain was so intense, it left her breathless.
Literally. She wasn’t breathing at all. And Bob could see she needed help. “Cassie?” He asked, crawling over to her. She was facing the wall, curled up in a fetal position, her back to him. He turned her over to her front, only to see more tears come from her eyes. A hoarse moan of agony left her throat, but that was it.
But her face was gruesome. Her front was almost cut open totally, with some skin able to flap about, if it wasn’t painful to touch her. Her eyes were bruised, and almost swollen shut. Her neck had a few bruises on it too, and her nose was not even in the right spot. Or so it seemed to Bob. But it was only broken, thank god. But Bob couldn’t see that.
All he saw was the shattered and torn remains of the girl he had met only two hours ago. And it horrified him. “Cassie? Cassie, please say something.” He said, shaking her gently, like as if to wake her. But no response. “Cassie? Please, respond, breathe, blink! Do something!” He said, tears now falling from his eyes.
It was abnormal, because nothing could do that to him ever. So it was serious, when his friends saw him crying. “Cassie? Cassie? CASSIE?” He yelled, sobbing now. He looked up at the sky, cursing whatever god or spirit did this. But a soft tug on his sleeve brought him back to reality, he instantly looked down. “Cassie?” He asked, his eyes wide.
She was smiling as much as she could. “Nobody loves you, Bob...” She softly spoke. Bob hung his head down, his tears leaving him. He nodded. “I know, I’m not loved...” Bob said. He stared down at the ground, sad that she brought it up, even when she’s bleeding half to death. But Cassie shook his sleeve again. She pulled him slightly, beckoning for him to come close.
“I am nobody.”
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A/N: Oh, how I love this chapter. And I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Who the *bleep* is Cassie? Well, Cassie is my name, but the character is probably a lot cooler than me. (XP I’m a total loser... Ha.) Though I did keep one thing true! My hair and my eyes. So yeah, she’s basically a much much cooler, and prettier, version of me. XD
And yes I know this chapter was odd, as it was quite long. But I got into this serious thing... And then I couldn’t stop. So yeah. Next chapter’ll hopefully be up soon, and it’ll be packed full of awesome drama! Woo!
Just remember the great words of Gerard: “Stay in school, and if you don’t, you’ll almost definitely lose your virginity.” Or something like that.... Haha. Well, Bye.
I know you all hate it, don’t lie. Anyways, I’ll still keep writing the story, though. Because I enjoy it. And my friends enjoy it. So here you go, the third chapter of Cancer: Two men who’ve lost all doubt in a chemical romance. (This one’s called “Nobody Likes You”)
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But the question is, are you?
The question ran through Bert’s mind, like the Energizer bunny. It just kept going, and going, and going, and going. He slapped himself in the head, just to get rid of it. “Get out of my head!” He yelled, drawing only a slight amount of attention to him.
Gerard looked puzzled at his lover. “Bert, you all right? Maybe I should get you home, we’ll go out another night.” He said, feeling the young man’s forehead.
But Bert wouldn’t allow his insanity ruin a perfect evening. “No, I’m fine, just need something to drink, I guess.” He reasoned. “I’ve been sober for at least a day, so I think it’s getting to me.” Bert lied right to Gerard.
And he hated it. He just couldn’t stand lying to his Gerard, the man who never kept anything from him.
Or so he assumed, for Gerard told the man almost everything. He thought back to past conversations they had.
“Hey Bert! I was thinking about you when I was in the shower. It was really hot.”
“Hey Bert, guess what I found under my fridge?” It turned out to be an old condom, with bits of mold growing on it.
“Hey Bert, you’ll never guess what Mikey and Pete did with a Banana.”
No, it seemed that Gerard told Bert EVERYTHING, not bothering to skip every little intricate detail, about how they washed Mikey after he fell in the mud, or how Mikey stuck a Banana in Pete’s ass.
So of course Bert couldn’t bare lying to him. It just was so hard, considering Gerard was both his best friend, and his boyfriend. It was just impossible to be untruthful.
But Bert seemed to be putting on a great act, as Gerard believed every word of Bert’s little fib. “Okay! Then we’ll have to go and buy some beer. To the booze!” Gerard shouted, pointing ahead to the door. Everyone laughed, as Gerard stood up to get to the door, but tripped over his Brother’s foot. “Ow.” He spoke, after landing face first to the ground. He rubbed his head, checking for any blood.
And once he was assured of his health, he just stood up again, and marched out the door, like the leader of some parade. An emo parade, full of sad kids, lonely kids, forgotten kids. And he’d lead them. He’d be their savior, and he’d defeat all the bad men in their world, all the demons. Even the non-believers, he’d destroy them, and all that would be left is a new hope for them all. It would be a dark parade, a depressing parade.
A black parade.
Gerard just seemed to fight the title of leader, even if he could be slightly lacking on the brains side. But he definitely had the courage.
And the heart.
People seemed to say that Gerard had the heart of gold. But it was only because he had very strong opinions on the right side of life. He just hated violence, hated animal abuse, he hated lying to friends and family, and was the ultimate friend. He seemed too perfect. It was just so unreal for such a person to exist in this crazy fucked up world, but such a man does.
And his name is Gerard Arthur Way.
All of Gerard’s friends smiled, as Gerard showed his Mikey side. The side that acted completely and utterly stupid, while still able to have emotions.
Of course Gerard tried not to let his Mikey side out too much, for then there would be two Mikey Ways, and nobody wants that.
Not even Mikey himself wants that, which is pretty sad.
So once they reached the bar, Gerard’s regular old self came back, now happy to be in the presence of the liquor he desired. Of course this side couldn’t be Mikey, for Mikey had sobered himself up, only because he had been really bad. The doctors even said he could’ve died if he hadn’t of stopped when he did.
But Mikey wasn’t objected to smoking a few cigarettes here and there. But only occasionally. If the craving really hit him, he’d take one, but when he felt it not necessary, he wouldn’t even bother.
“Gerard! Wait! Hand me the lighter before we go in. I gotta smoke real bad.” Bert said, opening up the fresh pack of cigarettes.
Gerard gladly handed him the lighter, but not before he took one himself, and lit it up.
Bob and Ray just sighed. “Put down those Cancer sticks. They obviously aren’t doing you any good. You don’t want to ruin your voice, do you?” Bob asked, trying to snatch the ‘cancer sticks’ away from his friend.
But Gerard persisted. “But Bob! I really, really, really, really, REALLY need one bad!” Gerard whined, like a child. Bob rolled his eyes.
“Oh please. You need one of those like a Mikey needs a diet.” Bob told him, obviously joking about Mikey’s very skinny stature. It was quite unnatural how skinny the boy was.
Gerard sighed, looking at his brother, trying to figure out if Bob was calling him fat or skinny. His puzzled look helped Bob to understand Gerard’s complete confusion with the joke.
A long sigh, as Bob tried to explain himself. “Mikey’s so skinny, he doesn’t need a diet. In fact, if he went on a diet, he’d probably starve. Or collapse from his bone mass.” Bob explained. Gerard nodded, finally getting it.
“Oh! I get it now. Haha. That was pretty funny!” Gerard said, smiling at the joke. Bob rolled his eyes. “Oh Gerard, you are almost exactly like your brother.” He sighed once more.
“Well, anyways, I’m gonna have a cigarette. So, uh, I don’t know what you meant by your analogy, but I’ll smoke anyways.” Gerard said, breathing in the smoke, and letting it fill his lungs.
Bob just smacked his head, shaking it back and forth. “I’ll just go kill myself now...” He sighed, making a gun-to-head motion. He started coughing as his friends breathed out the smoke, polluting the air. He then went over to a bench near his friends, but far enough so he wouldn’t be completely surrounded by smoke. “Pfft, and Frankie claims to love the environment. You do know how much pollution that causes, right?” He asked Frank. Frank just shook his head no, while inhaling another puff of smoke.
Once again Bob sighed, and made another gun-to-head motion. He leaned back against the wall of the building the bench rested against. “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?” Bob asked, assured that no one would answer. “I listen.” A voice called out.
Bob turned his head to the sound. He pulled down his sunglasses, even though it was near sunset, and looked out towards the sound. “Huh? Who said that?” He asked. He flipped back some of his blonde bangs out of his face as he looked in every direction, until he rested his eyes on a girl, possibly ten feet away. She looked down shyly, but then looked back up as Bob’s eyes rested on her.
“I-I did, sir.” She told him, scared of what he might say to her. She gripped a purse in her hands, a purse which had a cemetery on it, and the name “My Chemical Romance” written across it in blood. She had soft gray eyes, an odd color for eyes. Just like Bob.
His eyes were extraordinary, in the sense that no one else he knew had the same bright blue eyes that he had. They were icy blue, and reminded him of their song Demolition Lovers.
So of course it was nice to see somebody who had a rare eye color too.
She had medium length dirty blonde hair, that appeared to straighten itself out when she moved. And it didn’t appear to ever get messy, or hard to comb. It was nice, and Bob, being who he was, wanted to feel it.
Just like how he wanted to feel Ray’s afro when they met, he felt he need to touch this girl’s hair. “You do listen?” He asked her, surprised that someone even paid any attention to him at all.
She nodded her head, slightly less shy, but still timid. “Mmhm. I listen to everything you guys say. I especially like your quotes. Because since you barely talk at all, your words end up being really funny, and well thought out. I think you’re really funny, uh, sir.” She said, putting her head back down after gaining some courage to speak. But she shut her mouth, and lowered her head, trying to stay respectful to the drummer.
Bob smiled, finally glad he had someone that listened. He patted a spot next to him on the bench, and beckoned for her to come sit next to him. At least he’d have some company while his friends stupidly killed themselves.
Her eyes grew bright, and was suddenly filled with excitement. She could feel her heart beating fast. She walked towards him slowly, trying to get herself to move a little more quickly. But she couldn’t. She was far too excited. She brushed some hair back, as she sat down next to Bob.
Bob began to smile, as he felt he could toy with this girl. “Hey, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to listen to strangers?” He asked, trying to toy with her, and possibly make her somewhat embarrassed.
It worked, but she said, “They probably wouldn’t care.” She whispered. But then she looked up, and said, “But, you’re no stranger. I... I know a lot about you, sir.” She said, adding the polite ‘sir’ at the end.
Bob just laughed. “Oh really? Well, then what’s my middle name?” He asked. She smiled. “Cory.” She said plainly, brushing some hair out of her face. “Damn.” He looked down, trying to think up a good question. “What injuries have I suffered?” He asked, quizzing her on her knowledge.
She thought for a moment, and said, “A broken nose, Broken toes, cracked rib, and,” She paused for emphasis. “A broken heart.” She said sweetly. He smiled, at her extensive knowledge of Bob-dom. “You’re good. I crown you the Queen of Bob knowledge.” He told her. She smiled and looked down.
Her smile puzzled him, for it shared almost the same qualities of Gerard’s lovely smile. Her smile made her face look similar to Gerard’s, and one would assume that the two were siblings. Or maybe someone would get the illusion that Gerard was a father, but it didn’t seem real, as she was a twenty year old girl.
“Say, you’ve been sitting here for maybe twenty minutes, but I just realized I don’t know your name. What might it be?” Bob asked, feeling embarrassed that he didn’t even ask the girl for her name.
She blushed, embarrassed too. “Oh, I’m Cassie Lee, sir.” She told him, bowing politely. “Hey, we ain’t in Japan, so quit being so formal.” Bob plainly said, feeling comfortable around this girl. “Well, you obviously know that I’m Bob, so you only need to call me that.”
She nodded, and felt happy about how her favorite drummer was actually talking to her. She was enjoying herself, until her phone rung. She looked at the number on the screen. It read, ‘Catie & Mary’. “Ugh. Gotta take this call, hold on Bob.” She said, wishing she could continue the conversation. “Hello?” She answered. But she was almost deafened by the screams of the three voices on the other side.
“OHMIGOSH!YOU’RETALKINGTOBOB!!” The one girl screamed into the phone. “Ow! Catie, that’s my ear you’re deafening.” Cassie told her, moving the phone away from her ears. “I’m sorry, but, you’re talking to BOB FUCKING BRYAR!!! Why WOULDN’T I scream?” “To save my hearing.” Cassie responded. The girl on the other side laughed, as a new girl, with a much quieter tone took the phone. “Please don’t mind Catie, she’s just going insane because you are sitting next to Bob.” The new girl, Mary said. Cassie nodded. “I heard.” “So what’s Bob like? Is he hot as the rest? Where are the other guys, cuz we only see you two from our apartment.” She asked.
Cassie looked around, and after seeing the other guys smoking, with some possible drug usage involved, she just replied with, “You don’t wanna know.” Mary just nodded from the apartment window, and waved to her friend. Cassie waved back, glad to see that they enjoyed themselves. Then, another girl took the phone, and said, “Oh my god! Cassie! Aren’t you like dying from the pressure to impress Bob? I mean, he is your favorite drummer.” The next girl, Annemarie, said.
But Cassie just shook her head no. “Bob’s a cool guy. He says I’m the queen of Bob knowledge.” She laughed, as Bob broke a grin. “Well, who’s the king?” Anne asked. Cassie thought for a moment, and then said, “I don’t know. Hey Bob, who’s the king of Bob knowledge?” She asked him.
He smiled, and said, “Me. Of course.”
Cassie smiled, and said, “Of course. It’s Bob, duh.” She told her friends. They all squealed with delight. “Ha, I can’t wait until those bitches in our art class in college hears about this. They’ll totally be all over you Cassie.” Annemarie said, laughing at what they might possibly say when they hear about this ordeal.
Cassie too laughed, but then looked back at Bob, who looked very lonely. “Listen, Guys, I gotta go, I have another call.” She lied. “Okay, well, I’ll talk to you later then, and I’ll get every detail.” Catie came back.
Cassie laughed. “Of course, Catie, of course. Well, Night. See you later at the concert.” She told her friend. She then hung up the phone, to a surprised Bob. “What about your other call?” He asked her.
She sat back down next to him. “I lied.” She smirked. Bob just sat there, staring blankly. Then he burst out into laughter suddenly, as the young girl giggled. He put his arm around her, and pat her on the shoulder. “I like you kid. Say, what’s your name again?” Bob asked, his laughter subsiding.
She smiled, now glad she could be less formal. “It’s Cassie.” She laughed as she spoke, only because she couldn’t get the images of her three friends watching her out of her mind. Bob too smiled back at her, pushing his sunglasses back up. “Cassie, eh? Well, Cassie, I’m Bob.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake it, as they had never fully introduced themselves to each other.
She grabbed a hold of his hand, surprised at how small and strong it was. Must be from playing the drums for so long.... She told herself. “Hi Bob. Nice to finally meet you.” She told him, meaning each and every word. Even though there weren’t that many, she meant each one.
He smiled. “And it’s nice to meet you. Finally, I have a fan!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. “Hallelujah!” He yelled triumphantly. Cassie burst out laughing. It was the hardest she had laughed in quite a long time.
For she had recently gone through a lot of stuff, that she really didn’t like talking about.
But basically, what had happened was one of her best friends moved out to the other side of the country. The two had a family-like bond, and it pained her to see him leave.
But what sucks the most is that she had left him a nasty text message before he left, because she thought that he abandoned her at the MCR concert they were supposed to go to together. So she left him the worst message she could muster up, which wasn’t a whole lot, and sent it to him. And once she learned about his move, and how he was forced to go out of his own free will, she felt shitty.
She doesn’t even know if he saw the text message or not. So basically, he’s out there, maybe dead, maybe angry, maybe depressed. But she didn’t know, all because of one stupid text message.
So it was great for her to finally laugh again. And her friends on that third story apartment smiled, glad to see that she was happy, too. They knew that Cassie felt bad about the whole incident, and had even juggled with the option of suicide. But one concert changed her life.
Her three best friends brought her to yet another MCR concert. But this one, Gerard did something special. He told everyone in the audience to put their hand on the shoulder of their best friend. And as she saw everyone else doing it, she felt even worse.
But when all three of her friends turned around, and stuck their hands to her, well, it made her smile.
But that wasn’t the end. After one of their songs, Gerard made a speech. It was about how suicide is, and never should be, an option in life. It should never be toyed with, and if someone says they’re going to kill themselves, don’t fuck with them! It’s a serious issue, and Gerard did it justice by making the speech.
But the special part was at the exact moment of the ‘Suicide is not an option’ part, he looked straight at the lovely young lady, and smiled. She could tell that somewhere in the back of her mind, Gerard had the feeling that she was depressed. And after that day, she had not been depressed since.
So of course she takes the term “MCR saved my life” quite literally.
But that’s another story, for another day.
Bob looked at his new found fan, and could tell that they were going to be great friends. After Cassie’s laughter outbreak stopped, he smiled, and leaned back. Cassie did the same. Bob, now feeling completely and utterly comfortable with this girl, put his arm around her, and half hugged her. She leaned into him, letting her head rest on her new friend’s shoulder. Bob smiled down at her. At least someone likes me.... He sighed, thinking about it.
“You know, Cassie, I always get the feeling that nobody likes me. I mean, even my own band mates ignore me.” He said, making a gesture to the rest of MCR. “But around you, I actually feel like someone cares. You know?” He said, then turning away, to hide a small blush, he quickly added. “But, that’s crazy.” He sighed heavy. “I’ve just come to accept the fact that nobody loves me...” He told her, strangely able to keep a smile on his face. He looked up at the sunset. Another heavy sigh.
Cassie looked up at him sadly. “That’s not true....” I love you.... She thought. Cassie mentally sighed, and brought her head back to Bob’s shoulder. Bob looked at her. “Oh really? Name one person who likes me.” He said, challenging her. Me... for one... She looked around into space, trying to say someone, anyone, but she couldn’t. “Exactly as I thought.” Bob put it simply, leaning back onto his bench, arms crossed.
Cassie, who now sat up straight, sighed, and rubbed her face. She wanted to get rid of the mental anguish that tore her up inside at the moment. She wished and hoped for something, anything, to happen. For someone to call her name, for someone to speak to them. But nothing happened.
Well, that was until Gerard called, “Hey Bob! Take you’re girl friend and let’s go inside. We’re all done being jackasses now.” Bob blushed angrily. “She’s NOT my girlfriend! I just met her, you idiot.” He told, grabbing the girl’s wrist, to help her into the restaurant. “This place is a bar, so you gotta be twenty-one to get in. You’re only twenty, correct?” “Yes, that’s right. So what’re we gonna do?” “Well, just stick with us, and you’ll get in. They never ask us for ID anyways.” Bob whispered to her. She nodded, and stuck with the men.
And with no hassle at all, they were in. They had gotten past the stupid, half drunk security guard, and there was nothing left to worry. All of MCR had seated themselves at one booth, not leaving enough room for Cassie to sit. Her head hung low, she sadly walked away, upset that she couldn’t sit with her favorite band. She shyly made her way over to a table near the corner.
Like Gerard said before, nobody likes the corner.
But today, the drunken old men in the bar found something special about the corner. Now, there was a young girl sitting over there, all alone and unprotected. So they thought they’d press their luck.
“Hey, what’s a pretty young lady like you doing all by yourself? Shouldn’t you be on some hot date tonight?” One man asked. She looked up, after stirring her drink carefully with a spoon. “Huh? Me? Oh no, I don’t have any date. Nobody wants me.” She said, sighing. The man slid next to her in the booth. “Oh, why that’s not true. There are certainly many people who want you. Here, let me show you...” He said, trying to open up her button down shirt.
Bob didn’t feel right about leaving Cassie all alone like he did. He fidgeted in his seat, trying to get the uncomfortable feeling out of him. He sighed, giving up, and rested his head in his folded arms.
“What’s wrong Bob?” Gerard asked his friend, after seeing through his gorgeous, but drunk, eyes that Bob was upset. Bob just sat there. “You feel bad about leaving that girl alone, don’t you?” Gerard asked. Bob just nodded his head. Gerard pat the man on the back. “Don’t worry Bob. I’m sure that she’s fine. What could possibly go wrong?”
Cassie slightly moved away from the strange man. “Uhm, sir, I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” She said, in her usual shy, soft voice. But the man moved closer to her. “Well, let’s get to know each other then.” He told her, bringing himself closer to her, whispering each word as he brought himself inches away from her face. She tried to back up even more, but since she was in the corner, she was against a wall. The man brought his lips onto hers, as he began to attempt to force her to kiss him. She frantically wiggled and squirmed, in an attempt to get free of this sickening man.
Eventually, she succeeded. She pushed him off, and slapped him in the face. “Hey, I said I don’t know you! So quit it!” She raised his voice to him. But when she finished, she shut her mouth tight, and wished that she hadn’t of said it. The man smirked.
“Oh, you don’t wanna play, eh?” He asked, cracking his knuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to make you play. C’mon boys!” The man beckoned, as a few men surrounded them. Two men took her arms and pinned her down. She tried to kick them in the face, but failed when two other men took her legs. The first man, a man that everyone seemed to call Andrew, got on top of the table that she was pinned on, and smirked. He grabbed her shin, and moved her head around, laughing to himself. “Perfect.” He said, as he brought himself down for another kiss.
She screamed when he got her mouth open, though it was muffled by his mouth. He jabbed her tongue with his, and enjoyed every moment of her torment. Tears began coming from her eyes as she desperately tried to call for someone.
Andrew began unbuttoning all the buttons of her shirt, but not before ripping the tie from her neck. He threw it across the room, in his own lust. He briefly removed his mouth from hers, but not before getting yet another man to cover her mouth with his hand. He went down to her pants, and played around with the zipper, before beginning to pull them down.
At this point she was sobbing, but of course no one could hear her muffled cries. Then, in a desperate plan to get help, bit the one man’s hand that covered her mouth.
“Ow! The bitch bit me!” He yelled in pain.
“Bob! Help me!” She screamed, her sobs now being a little more clear without the man’s hand on her mouth. Andrew left her pants alone, as he grabbed her neck. “Shh! Quiet down you dumb bitch!” He hushed her as he choked her. But now she tried to scream louder, though it came out somewhat hoarse from the choking. “Help! Somebody help! Bob!” She cried, first spitting at Andrew.
Now he was pissed. “You stupid bitch! Learn your place!” He said, as he let the balled up fury in his fist spew out all over her face.
Bob heard the cries, and at first didn’t believe his ears. The place was somewhat large, so sound could get lost anywhere. Bob stood up, and moved his ears towards the sound. It ended up leading him to a pile of men, who all seemed interested in one thing, and one thing only.
And that thing was being pinned down against their will on the table. Bob decided to check it out, just to see what the fuss was, and if he had been imagining the cries.
But he had not, for the sobs were clearer now, as he once again heard a voice, now more distinctly a girl’s, crying out. “Bob... Help me...” Bob cleared his way through some of the men, to see the scene unfold. And he almost lost it when he saw who everyone was making a spectacle of.
It was Cassie, his new friend, and she was being viciously attacked by this man. Of course Bob came just at the moment where Andrew punched the girl in the face.
But after getting punched, she smiled, and said, “You’re gonna get it...” After that she spoke no more. She had fainted from the shear terror of the situation.
All the men turned to look at Bob, as Bob’s anger let itself fester inside him for a few moments. “Did you take this girl against her will?” Bob asked, sounding pretty calm for the moment. Andrew just looked confused. “What?”
“Did you try to go against her will? Were you trying to.... rape her?” Bob asked once again, now having more tone to his voice. Andrew just smirked, getting cocky. “And what’s it to you? Yeah, I tried to rape the dumb bitch. Why do you want to know?” He asked, bringing himself dangerously close to Bob.
But Bob handled it calmly for a few more minutes. “Oh, that’s what I thought. Okay. Just want to clear that up.” Now it was Bob’s turn to smirk, as he clenched his fist, cracking his knuckles slightly. Andrew just got even cockier.
“Hey, you gonna do something about me? I’m a rapist now. I raped your friend over there. What’cha gonna do about that, ugly?” He asked, poking Bob with every word.
And now was where Bob lost his cool. His rage could not be held inside any longer, as the use of the word ‘Rapist’ got to him. He took his balled fist, and sent the man flying clear across the room. Bob then preceded to kick the man, and then spit on the bleeding Andrew.
At this point, Cassie had regained consciousness, and she heard Bob’s fighting. “That’s what you get for fucking with my friend, you fucking asshole!” Bob told Andrew. He then turned around, to see all the other men surrounding him now. “Oh fuck.” He swore.
The men just smirked and laughed, knowing they could kick Bob’s ass. Or more, they felt they could, because they had more people. But Bob had the rage that they lacked. So it was a pretty even match up.
As the men advanced on Bob, who now took a fighters stance and was ready to fight, they stopped as soon as an ever so familiar voice called out, “No! Don’t hurt him!”
It was Cassie, whose face was bleeding, and slightly cut open. She limped off the table, and next to the men. “Please... Don’t hurt him...” She hoarsely spoke.
And here is where the rest of My Chemical Romance began to realize that their friend was fighting. They looked on as the young bloody girl desperately tried to plead with the men.
“Please... Don’t hurt Bob. He– He needs to play the drums tonight.... Please. Hurt me instead.... Hurt me....” She said, as she fell to the floor, a combination of fatigue and sorrow. “Cassie...” Bob gasped when he heard what she said.
The men didn’t seem to disagree, as they all went over, and ganged up on her, spitting at her, calling her names, and kicking her guts out.
“Fucking bitch. Little slut doesn’t know what she’s doing to herself.” One man cruelly stated. “Ugly little slut, isn’t she? Why would Andy want that fat piece of shit? He’s smarter to know that fat little shits don’t get fucked.” The other told one friend.
Once they had reached there satisfaction, they left, leaving the girl cold and bleeding on the floor. Her sobs were now silent, as the pain was so intense, it left her breathless.
Literally. She wasn’t breathing at all. And Bob could see she needed help. “Cassie?” He asked, crawling over to her. She was facing the wall, curled up in a fetal position, her back to him. He turned her over to her front, only to see more tears come from her eyes. A hoarse moan of agony left her throat, but that was it.
But her face was gruesome. Her front was almost cut open totally, with some skin able to flap about, if it wasn’t painful to touch her. Her eyes were bruised, and almost swollen shut. Her neck had a few bruises on it too, and her nose was not even in the right spot. Or so it seemed to Bob. But it was only broken, thank god. But Bob couldn’t see that.
All he saw was the shattered and torn remains of the girl he had met only two hours ago. And it horrified him. “Cassie? Cassie, please say something.” He said, shaking her gently, like as if to wake her. But no response. “Cassie? Please, respond, breathe, blink! Do something!” He said, tears now falling from his eyes.
It was abnormal, because nothing could do that to him ever. So it was serious, when his friends saw him crying. “Cassie? Cassie? CASSIE?” He yelled, sobbing now. He looked up at the sky, cursing whatever god or spirit did this. But a soft tug on his sleeve brought him back to reality, he instantly looked down. “Cassie?” He asked, his eyes wide.
She was smiling as much as she could. “Nobody loves you, Bob...” She softly spoke. Bob hung his head down, his tears leaving him. He nodded. “I know, I’m not loved...” Bob said. He stared down at the ground, sad that she brought it up, even when she’s bleeding half to death. But Cassie shook his sleeve again. She pulled him slightly, beckoning for him to come close.
“I am nobody.”
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A/N: Oh, how I love this chapter. And I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Who the *bleep* is Cassie? Well, Cassie is my name, but the character is probably a lot cooler than me. (XP I’m a total loser... Ha.) Though I did keep one thing true! My hair and my eyes. So yeah, she’s basically a much much cooler, and prettier, version of me. XD
And yes I know this chapter was odd, as it was quite long. But I got into this serious thing... And then I couldn’t stop. So yeah. Next chapter’ll hopefully be up soon, and it’ll be packed full of awesome drama! Woo!
Just remember the great words of Gerard: “Stay in school, and if you don’t, you’ll almost definitely lose your virginity.” Or something like that.... Haha. Well, Bye.