you won't leave me will you?
A cute little tubby toddler sat alone in the sand box, crouching over a sand castle he was building. The other kids around him were running around, chasing each other, and screaming like fucking idiots. This kid didn't seem to notice, he was totally oblivious to everything around him. He didn't notice a group of older kids walking towards him, evil smirks plastered on their faces. He just kept his hazel eyes on the sand.
One of the kids came up to him. He was a grade sixer, possibly one of the oldest kids there. His name-Johnny. He was an albino kid, you know, white blonde hair, reddish pink eyes, and he was one of those kids who like to see others get hurt. You see, he was a bully. Everyone was afraid of him...well, not everyone, I mean, some of the teachers didn't mind him. But the kids...
Johnny stared down at the toddler, and kicked the sand castle. "Wowee," Johnny smirked, as he started kicking it some more. "That's some pretty nice shit you got going on there."
The kid just sat there, and stared as Johnny stomped on his sand castle. This was a kid who was used to this kind of thing. Getting bullied on, pushed around, it seems so sad, this kid's only in pre-school.
His name, you ask? Gerard Arthur Way.
Gerard’s Flashback P.O.V.
“Mrs. King?” the principal knocked on the door. Everyone looked up and stared at Mr. Thomas. Standing by the door, he held a girl our age, firmly by the shoulder. “I found her wandering in the hallway. Any chance she’s in your class?”
Mrs. King stared at the girl, so did everyone else. She was short, had slightly tomato shaped nose, brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair. She caught my eye and smiled. I just continued to stare. Finally, Mrs. King spoke up. “I think so, we’re supposed to have a transfer student from Vietnam..."
The girl nodded quickly and opened her mouth to say something, but Mr. Thomas quickly cut her off. “Oh yes, her. Sarai Than. Well, she is in your class, carry on.” Mr. Thomas let go of her shoulder and walked out of the room. I looked back down at my desk.
“Hello Sarai,” I could hear Mrs. King’s fake sweet voice.
“I-I’d…like to be called b-by my middle name…uh…” Sarai paused. She seemed shy, her voice was really soft and barley audible. She paused. “Lorelei.” She finally finished. How long does it take to remember your middle name?
“Okay then, Lorelei,” Mrs. King’s voice rang out. “Can you sit next to Gerard over there?” It was an command, not an option. I stiffened up, oh great.
“Uh…sure…” Sarai-Lorelei-replied. I stiffened up even more.
“Gerard,” Mrs. King said. I looked up, and at Sa-Lorelei. She smiled shyly. Ugh, I can tell this is going to be painful. “This is Lorelei. She’s going to be sitting next to you, okay?” I nodded out of habit. She turned to Abby, who was on my right. “Abby, I want you to show Lorelei around at recess. Don’t lose her.”
Mrs. King left us, with Lorelei in between me and Abby. Well, at least I don’t have to listen to Abby gab all of the time. “Um…” Lorelei stuttered. “Hi…?” She looked at me hopefully. “Gerard…right?” I can barely hear what’s she’s saying. I nodded again.
“Uh…you like New Jersey so far?” I mumbled pathetically. Just trying to start a conversation here…
“Mmhm,” Lorelei nodded. She fell silent for a few moments, then looked at what I was doing. I quickly tried to cover up my paper, but she already saw. “Oh, that’s a good drawing.” Lorelei commented.
“Uh…it’s nothing special…” I grumbled. I draw things like this all the time. It was just a car. A frigging car. Who knew a girl would be interested in a car?
“I can’t draw cars…” Lorelei softly said. “I-I’m really bad at draw-drawing.” She has a stuttering problem. Lorelei reached over and traced the outline og the drawing. “That’s really good,” Lorelei repeated.
“Let me see your drawings,” I said. Lorelei stared at me.
“You serious?” I can tell her shyness was wearing off already.
“I’m serious.”
“Really?”
“Yes really, can I please see…?” I didn’t really want to see, but this was kinda amusing. Lorelei frowned, this could continue on for a long time.
“Do you have paper?” Lorelei asked. I flipped to the other side of my paper and handed her a pencil. I want to see how bad her drawing are. It’s kinda good to know that I’m good at least something. I carefully watched her draw a wing…a…butterfly wing? Wait no, she began drawing a body…a girl…is that…a fairy? Hmm, that’s really good. “Ugh,” Lorelei mumbled in disgust. “I cannot draw at all.”
“No, no that’s really good,” I said quickly. She must criticize her art work a lot.
Lorelei looked at the paper, then at me. She smiled. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Thanks,” Lorelei blushed and looked at the floor. “Um…Gerard?” She asked softly.
“Mm?” I replied. She’s too quiet…then again, look who’s talking.
“Can…Can I call you something else…like, I don’t know…Gee?” Lorelei asked feebly. Mikey calls me Gee sometimes…maybe because he’s only a year old. I mean, he can say ma, and blah, and stuff, but Gee is a big improvement. At least, in my books they are.
“Sure, that’s what my brother calls me,” I answered. I wonder, why does the teacher let us blab on like this? Aren’t they supposed to go, ‘Gerard and Lorelei, settle down back there.’ Wow, that sounded disgusting…
“Oh…okay then…” Lorelei mumbled. She doesn’t say much, doe she? “You have a brother?”
“Yep,” I reply, can’t help but grin. I mean, is it wrong to love you little brother? “Mikey, he’s only a year old. Cute but annoying. I love him a lot.” Lorelei stared at me for a few moments. For a second, it looked like she was going to cry. “Uh…what’s wrong?” I blurted out. Ugh, way too bold there.
“Nothing, it’s just…” Lorelei looked down at the floor again. “I-I had a brother.” I flinched at the word ’had’. “He…He and my parents…d-died…in a car crash…I loved him so much…” Lorelei’s voice cracked. I would feel sad if Mikey died, my parents…eh, not too much. “That’s why I’m here. To be in the Foster Home System…I’m waiting for someone to adopt me…”
“Oh,” I said dumbly. Mikey dying…can’t get that thought out of my head. Mikey dying…sitting in a wrecked car…blood trickling down his face…I shuddered. I snapped out of it and glanced at Lorelei. I just noticed she was crying. I hate it when girls cry. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned Mikey. “Hey…” I stuttered uselessly. “Don’t cry…Please…” What do you do to get girls to stop crying?
“I miss him…so fucking much,” I froze. She swore. Wow, I didn’t even knew that she actually knew swears. Who would at this age?
“Gerard, what did you do to her?” Abby snarled as she saw Lorelei’s teary face.
“Huh?” I said quickly. “Nothing, she…”
“Wow Gerard, you have such a way with girls,” Abby snickered. Wow, this coming from a four year old. “Pathetic,” Abby rolled her eyes. Once again, coming from a four year old.
“Hey…Ger…Gee…” Lorelei said, steadily as she wiped her tear stained eyes. “Do you count as a friend?” What is she talking about? “C-Can you be my friend?”
“Huh? Sure,” I smiled. Whatever, I don’t care, but it looks like this really means to her. I mean, look at her. Her face is practically glowing.