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Chapter 1: May, 31, 1995

Sarah's POV

Have you ever felt the fear that you might just curl up and die, that feeling you get when you look at a knife, you can't fix it. It's just there, no matter how hard you try, the knife takes over. My name is Sarah. When I was 16 years old I lived in Sunny California, from when I was brought home from the hospital.

Until everything stopped went into a deep depression that I though that I thought that I couldn't ever get out of. You can say that my life is fucked up. My mother died a couple of weeks/months even years ago I don't remember, After She died my father couldn't take that thought that she's dead so he kills himself leaving me to fend for myself. After that day I stayed in that house for days and days.

Not caring, not eating I didn't do anything I just sat there. Some one called the cops so I was told; I don't remember much because I was out of it. I was laying in a pool of blood my blood. They told me that I've been sleeping of weeks. The doctors weren't too happy with my large cuts on my two wrists. I did this, I wanted to die, but I guess that you don't always get what you want. They thought that it would be better that I should go live with family, my uncle.

God what a mistake that was. They forgot to mention that he was an abusive drunk that always tried to get sex out of me. He beat me a lot tried to rape me more than a thousand times but never did. I have many burses and scares from him. A year went by I turned 17 and I ran away as far away as I could get. But my uncle told me that if I ever ran away he would find me. But I ratter try then maybe not get Saved and have a normal life, than to stay and get raped everyday and then eventually get killed. I needed to save my own life. Weeks passed and I ended up in New Jersey, It toke so long to get hear, I don't even know why I'm hear. Great its raining what am I going to do I have No money No place to go and look at me I'm fucking crying. I find a swing set and I sit down on it. Minutes pass and I see a black figure coming over to me and I want to run but my legs won't let me I'm to tired.

"Excuse Me, I'm sorry for bothering you but would you like a place to stay." The man says and I keep thinking do you think I'm an idiot; you can murder or rape me or something. "Don't worry I won't hurt you, But if you stay here some one will, there are Jocks everywhere waiting to fuck something or someone." He said.

"Ok where do you live?" I said I gave in I sleepy and I felt like I know this guy forever." over there just around the corner." and I walked with him then I saw Men dressed in the same jackets no doubt JOCKS,I got closer to the guy in black." Do you think that they would come near me?" I asked." not if your with me, they know I carry a switchblade and I'm not afraid to use it and they think I'm crazy." He said and pointed to a house.

"Here we are I think my mom will let you stay". He said as he opened the door to his house. Inside was dark but you could make out the objects in front of you. This guy, that I didn't even know, I fallowed. He came to a stop toke out a cigarette lit it and toke a hall. He opened the light that was next to him and I got to see his face." I'm Sarah." I said taking out my hand from my pocket and putting it in front of me." I'm Gerard but you can call me Gee." Gerard said. And he shakes my hand sparks flew from my hand all over my body. Gerard.

"Um would you like some clothes, you will fit my brother's size." Gerard said. I nodded and Gerard disappeared in to a room. He came back two seconds later with some clothes and handed them to me." Thank you Gerard, where's your bath room so I can change." I asked and Gerard pointed to a room. The second door on the right. I nodded at him and walked in that direction. I went in opened the light and closed the door.

I looked down to see what he had given me. A Green Day t-shirt and a black pair of jogging pants. At that moment I wasn't thinking, I forgot about the cuts and the large scars. I looked in the small mirror all most afraid of what I would see. On my neck all the way to my breast was a healing scar; my uncle did this to me. On my stomach were bruises and little cuts. I looked away from the mirror and put on the clothes.

When I was done, I walked out of the bathroom to see Gerard with covers and a pillow. "Sarah would you like something to eat." Gerard asked and I smiled and shock my head." no thanks I would just love to sleep. "I said." Ok would you like to sleep on the couch or my room?" Gerard said and I wouldn't take that away from him.

"I'll take the couch." I said. "Ok night Sarah see you tomorrow, if you need anything I'm in the basement." Gerard said as he started walking down the stairs." Gerard..."I said and he turned around to look at Me." yeah." He said. "Thank you." I said and he looked at me and smiled." You're welcome. "And with that he walked down the stairs and I went to the couch and soon fell asleep.

Chapter 2: Memories

Gerard's POV

I wondered why Sarah was out in the rain, she looked so...so scared, for some reason she was crying. I need to take a shower. I walked into my privet bathroom, Toke off my clothes, looked in the mirror as I see all the little and larger pink scares on my two arms. In that time, back then, it was a bad for me, life was bad, and everything was so predictable I could have played out the story of my life in 20 second's. Third year's from now I see myself nothing more than a forty-eight year old abusive husband and a drunk. Then when everyone thought I was crazy. I started to cut myself even deeper and even harder. My best-friend Ray found out, but he couldn't stop me, he told me too try I tried but that didn't work. I started writing, something that Ray told me to do. One day I let Ray read them. He knew who they were about. My girlfriend, she killed herself two year's ago. I remember bits and parts of that day, I remember cutting my arm and shooting up some heroin.

Mikey my bother found out about all of this. He bought me to a therapist. They helped me allot. I have been sober for two year's straight. We wanted to start a band, we did. We needed a guitarist, we met Frank. So Matt our drummer, Ray the lead guitarist, John the bassist and Frank the other guitarist and I on lead vocal's started a band, I could sing my feelings.

Anyways the cuts are still there and I let no one see my arms. I always ware long sweater's to cover them up. I step in the shower and clean. Ten minutes of so pass by and I step out of the now closed shower and dry, put on a t-shirt and jogging pants. I move over to my bed and take out my sketch book filled with my old and new idea's and I draw on a fresh new page, Sarah comes into my mind and I draw her in the park I couldn't get that scared image of her out of my head.

As I finished the drawing I heard a scream, a women's scream. I ran upstairs and I saw was Mikey he had a knife in his hands and he was pointing it at Sarah." Mikey...what the fuck put that knife down. This is Sarah she's staying here tonight." I said. "Oh my god I'm so sorry." Mikey said." No its ok you only gave me a heart attack." She laughed at the situation. I looked, at Sarah. I took in everything about her. Her eye's, how could I take my glaze out of them, her eyes where Gray, they had this blue in them.

Here I am talking about her eyes and she's looking at me like I'm stupid now. I shake my head and Mikey says a good night to both of us I don't bother to answer. "Gerard." Sarah said and I snapped out of my trance and looked at her." Yes." I said." Good night see you in the morning." She yawned. "Good night." I said as I watched her lie down on the couch. I yawned and walked down the stairs. My bed waiting for me to fall asleep. I jumped on my bed and pulled the covers close to me. I looked up at my ceiling and fell asleep.