Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine
8th Grade -Two Years Earlier-
"Dad...can I have a, uh, well, a father-son talk?" I whispered nervously.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I...I'm gay..." I stammer.
The look on his face told everything. Fear. Shame. Regret for having me as a son. I feel a fist collide with my jaw and I see Dad glaring at me.
"Get out. Get out of my house, gay motherfucker!"
I stand there shocked and shaking.
My sisters come in and see me shaking.
"Claudia, Lidia! Stay away from him! He is a fucking fag! Don't associate with him, even if he is your brother!"
Another fist collides with my jaw and I fall to the floor.
I am engulfed in darkness.
^ Twenty minutes later^
"Gerard! Gee, are you OK?!"
"Guys...my head really hurts," I manage to choke out.
Lidia hugs me and I feel guilty for not being with her when she cut herself. I already knew she did this, I just feel like shit, because I can't help her.
Claudia rubs the back of my head and whispers encouragement into my ears.
"Gee, Dad probably won't hurt you anymore, he just couldn't take the shock, but we love you."
Oh how wrong they were!
The beatings get worse and worse. I always come to my room beat to a bloody pulp, then I drink all my problems away. I usually come to school hung-over. I don't fucking know how I make it through the day, but I do at least make it through.
My sisters are always there for me. They help me when I'm beat to nothing. They help me when I am too hung-over to get my own advil. I love them.
"Guys...Take me to my room."
"Why Gee? Please don't get drunk and high again...we love you too much to see you waste away." Claudia says with tears in her eyes.
"Cloudy, please, I need to live my own life!" I snap.
I push away from my sisters and turn on another horror-punk CD, "Wednesday 13's Transylvania 90210 - Songs Of Death, Dying And The Dead".
The song "I walked With A Zombie" starts playing.
"I'm dead if I voodoo
And I'm dead if I don't
Kick the crypt and baby walk with me
And we'll find a new place to haunt
Now the dead can't die, they're not alive
I've got one walking by my side
It's a curse, a hex
Tell me what comes next, tie the noose around my neck
See you in the graveyard at midnight
Such a horrorfying delight
Your ice-cold touch it feels so right
And just last night...
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie
Her stare is so demanding
And her groans are so commanding
She makes me feel like a kid in a candy shop
With my head on the butcher block
You're the only one for me
I'm in love with a decomposing zombie
Beauty's duty in this horror movie
Make me spill my guts with just one touch
See you in the graveyard at midnight
Such a horrorfying delight
Your ice-cold touch it feels so right
And just last night...
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie
She makes me do everything she wants me to to
And that's okay with me because I'm walking with a zombie
UOHHH
UOHHH
UOHHH
UOHHH
See you in the graveyard at midnight
Such a horrorfying delight
Your ice-cold touch it feels so right
And just last night...
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie
I walked with a, zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie..."
I pull out my sketchbook while its playing and I grab a .7 lead mechanical Pencial.
I start drawing two lovers, the woman, with blood splattered across her face and she is a zombie. I draw the man, a human, who has blood on his face as well, and a knife with blood on it.
I scribble "XOXO G" on the bottom and grab my markers. I color the blood and leave the faces pale white, and I give them black hair.
I look at my finished work of art and lay it beside my bed and grab 2 Xanax and engulf myself in darkness.
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short but decent. Where the hell are you Kar-Bear!? We miss you! T_T *sob* I had this running in my head for a couple of days!