Donna explains to Gerard what she has been through until that day... then remembers that she has a party to go to
SHIT! I screamed in my mind. No no no, I didn't want Gerard to see this. I glanced down at my left arm and the horrible memories fill my mind, one's I thought that I buried and lost forever. But then again, could I ever forget them, seeing that their evidence of existence was right there on my skin?
"'S nothing." I said quickly, shoving my sleeves down once more, but Gerard already saw them. It was too late. I tried my best to hold back tears. I hadn't cried for months, I promised not to and I couldn’t break now.
"That's a load of bullshit. Please... tell me what's up. Show me your arm." Gerard requested. He stood up and started to walk towards me, holding out his hand.
I unzipped my jacket and pulled it off me. Underneath I was wearing a tank-top, black and dark green stripes. You could now see my leather necklace, with a bat pendant on it, but that wasn't all you could see.
Gerard's eyes filled with sadness... and anger maybe. "What happened?" he asked quietly.
I looked down at my shoulders, noticing that the bruises on them were slowly turning into a green colour, showing that the skin was repairing it's self. I noticed that his eyes were following the length of my arms, noticing all the cuts and bruises and scars on them.
"What happened?" Gerard asked again, slightly louder this time. "Who the fuck did this to you? I..." he trailed off. Gerard seemed to be shaking in anger.
"Ex... Dad... a spastic duck..." I replied, chuckling at the duck part. "Ducks have claws on their feet, you gotta watch them when you pick them up." I pointed to the longest scar I had on my right arm which stretched halfway up the inside my forearm and almost went down to the wrist on the other side of my arm. Gerard's mouth twitched into a small smile for a second before falling back to where it was before.
"How did all this happen? When? You know that this just aint right?" Gerard continued to ask. A single, betraying tear ran down my cheek. Gerard says this and gently pulled me into a hug. I buried my face into his shoulder and took a couple of deep breathes, thinking OMG I'm hugging Gerard Way! and trying to think of how to explain.
"Well," I started, pulling away and sitting on the flood with my back to the pantry door. Gerard sat next to me, running his hand through his black long hair. "The bruises were from my ex. the bastard wanted me to do shit that I wasn't comfortable in doing, so I said that I wouldn't and could he please stop quilting me into doing stuff. Then we started arguing and I went straight off my nut and we ended up having a punch up." I explained.
"And you let him get away with hurting you like that?" Gerard asked, angrily though not at me. I hope.
"HA! Hells no! He got out looking much worse than me, meaning that he almost had to go to hospital. Karate lessons came in handy. HWAAAAR!" I cried out, motioning a Karate chop. "Okay... with the cuts and stuff... most of them are from animals with claws... cats and ducks and teething puppies and shit. But some are from dad... indirectly. The fuck head was mentally abusing me and I was supper pissed and went for a bike ride, but I kept deliberately stacking into thorny bushes. I didn't want to do actual cutting so..." I trailed off, trying not to remember what dad used to say, but I couldn’t help it.
"You're useless! You’re stupid! You’re a fat bitch! You’re no good to anyone! Why don't you just go and die? Piss off out of my house and my life!" all these words my dad said to me echoed through my head.
"What about your mum?" Gerard asked. He probably thinks that she either died, divorced or just left.
"She wasn't there at the time... Mum was away for a few months. After the last argument with dad I grabbed my shit and left. I moved in with my best friend Chris for a while before I brought this house and moved in by myself a few months ago. At around that time was when I hooked up with Jace." I spat his name out like he was the most evil thing ever... heck! He WAS! "Then I broke up with him a few weeks ago... right after I had to bash the shit out of him."
From the 10, 20 minutes I had known Donna, I was shocked that anyone could do this to her. She seemed like a nice girl, that she wouldn't cause trouble deliberately, and I had taken a liking to her. I wanted to make sure that this never will happen again. Donna needed someone to be there to help her. just by looking at her garden, looking at how she had decorated the house with beautiful paintings and interesting doo-dads and the way she held herself as she walked, Donna was creative, loving and caring. I could instantly tell that she was loyal and confident, that she wouldn’t let anything get to her. Okay... so I was wrong about not letting shit get under her skin, but that was ages ago, and it seemed that she was fighting it.
We both sat in silence for a few moments, Donna's eyes were watering a bit, but she was holding them back. yep I thought to myself, she's defiantly a fighter. I grew eager to break the awkward quiet.
"Umm... so, you know karate then?" I asked. that was stupid I told myself 'you know karate?' Duhh! she just told you that.
"Yup..." she trailed off, glancing at her dark blue watch. "Oh!" Donna suddenly said, jumping up.
"What is it? I asked eagerly, as her tone was a sort of happy one.
"I’ve gotta leave for a party soon. Umm... would you like to come?" Donna offered.
I wasn't ready for that. "Ummm..." I said.
"Don’t worry, I think only one other person will know who you are, and he won’t mind. It’s only Chris and coz he's my bestie, he'll understand." Donna explained quickly. I could see that she was hoping that I would say yes. And I was willing to give it to her.
I grinned. "Yes, I would love to go then. Do you think I’ll need to get changed?" I asked.
"No... I think you'll be fine. You could pull anything off" Donna added shyly. I couldn’t help but grin again. "But," she continued to say, "I’ll have to. I’m a bit of a mess. I’ll be right back." and with that she picked up her hoodie from the middle of the kitchen floor and left.
I notice that our mugs were still in the sink full of water, so I washed them for Donna and dried them and place them on the side.
I only had to wait five minutes for Donna to emerge from her bedroom. She was quick to change, faster than any other girls I dated. Donna wasn't in anything special, she was still in the same jeans, but had a dark purple turtle neck on and a grey jumper tied around her waist and she had taken out her plait, brushed it and put it back up into a ponytail.
Donna quickly shoved a pair of white men’s joggers on her feet (men’s? okay then...) and then ran back into the kitchen with a box full of ginger slice and her car keys in hand.
"Shall we leave now?" Donna asked, holding her arm out to me. I laced my arm through her's and we both walked out of her house and into the moonlit night and walked to the curb where a small blue Toyota Corolla was sitting.
It only took a few minutes to get to Donna's friends place - Chris... wasn't it? - But when she parked the car, I grabbed hold of Donnas hand and wouldn't let go. I wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, that I would try to be there for her when life gives her shit, but I guess she could read that all on my face because she smiled slightly.
"I Know..." she said softly, leaning in towards me.
"Know what?" I asked, leaning in towards her too.
"That you care... that you want to be there for Me." she whispered back.
Then I couldn't help it, I leaned in closer, wanting to kiss Donna, but she pulled away and got out of the car, leaving me hanging halfway over the driver’s seat which was strangely on the right-hand side of the car.
"Come on." Donna said. "We’re gonna be late."
haha i bet you though that that was gonna be the end, but it isnt! i was gonna mak it the end, but then i remember about Frankie. Don't forget, he was goining to arive in Oz the next day :D please comment... even if it is to say that you were tricked into thinking that it was the end :P