It started when I was eleven. I lived with my mother, father, and older brother. We were a happy family, until something went wrong.
My father found out that my brother, Cade, was gay, and he didn't like it at all. He said that my brother didn't deserve to be in the family, because he was a "gay freak".
What's so bad about being gay, is what I would think.
One night, I heard screaming. It was my mom and dad. They were arguing.
"He's your son!" my mom yelled.
"He's not my son if he is gay!"
"What would you do if you figured out that Juliet is a lesbian? Treat her like a piece of shit like you are treating your son?"
"I would slap some since into her!"
I was shocked at the words. I didn't like the argument, so I decided to finish it up with my dad, which was a bad move.
My dad looked at me. "Yes sweetie?"
"Don't you dare call me sweetie!" He was shocked. "You are sick! Messed up! Just because Cade is gay, doesn't mean he is a disappointment in the family."
"Juliet. You don't know-"
"Shut up and let me finish!" This time I was shocked. "For thinking that your own son is a disappointment to this family finally made me realise what you are."
"And what is that?"
"A stupid son of a bitch!" I was proud about what I said, but my dad was mad. The next thing I knew, he slapped me.
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT!" From slapping, it went to punching, and he broke my arm.
My mom tried to stop him, but he hit her. Rhank you God Cade was there to witness the whole thing, and called the 911.
It only took like few seconds for the cops to come and take my father away. I ended up having to go to the hospital because of my arm.
A few weeks past by, and we moved away to have a fresh start. School was going to start, and it was going to be hard. I was going to go to middle school.
When it was my birthday (which is today. I'm thirteen today.) and I turned twelve, I started to feel depressed. With the whole thing about my dad. What if he came back? Would he do something worse?
I had those thoughts in my head for a while.
Then school started, and I became a different girl. Mt style was a little more darker. I got highlights. I was happy with who I am. But the people at school, didn't.
I was labeled as a freak when I first walked into those school doors. Nobody even knew me or gave me a chance.
It was tough. I tried to fit in, but everybody hated me.
It made me even more depressed then usual.
A few weeks of school past by, and I was going to my locker. There was a piece of paper on it.
Go back to where you came from! Nobody wants you here!
That's what hurt me.
When I got home nobody was there. I got a knife from the kitchen and went into my room.
I started to cut around my waist. Then on my legs.
My brother came home and walked into my room, only to see me cutting.
"Juliet! Stop it!"
"N-Nobody likes m-me in that f-fucking hellhole of a s-school."
"Don't cry." Cade pulled me into a hug. "Things will get better. I promise."
Turns out, he was right.
It was October. A new girl showed up at the school. I don't think she was that knew, because everyone seemed to know her.
I loved her style. It seemed like a punk rock/girly gurl style. I wanted to get to know her because she seemed nice.
It was the end of the day, and we were packing up. This was my chance to get to know her. As I walked up to her, one of the dipshit's in the school said this to her. "You look like a man."
After he said that, she seemed sad. "Hey don't let him get you down," I said to her.
"I know, but the sad thing is, we used to be friends."
"Well that is just fucked up."
"Yeah it is."
We both giggled a bit. "I'm Juliet."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jasmine."
Yep. That's how mine and Jazzy's friendship first started.
We got to know eachother a little more, and became best friends.
One day, she asked me something. "Heard of My Chemical Romance?"
She showed me her shirt. "You need to search them up. They are fantastic."
I went to the local library and searched them up. They were awesome. My first song I heard was Teenagers.
I got their songs on my phone, and finally had something to talk about with Jasmine.
It was Monday, and it was time for school. Someone said that Jasmine and I were a lesbian couple because we hung out a lot. I didn't really care, neither did Jasmine.
But then I heard something. "I bet they cut together. Stupid emos don't deserve to live. They should kill themselves."
I was angry at what that person said. That did make me want to kill myself. But I wasn't going to.
I remember when Jasmine told me about MCR. I remember how I loved their music and became a huge fan. I also remember that the reason they formed that band, was to save lives. I remember the pledge Jasmine and I came up with.
No matter what happens, we will continue to march in the black parade, and sing it for the world. We may be freaks, but that's okay, because we are not o-fucking kay, and we promise. We will stick with eachother till the end and when we reach the end, we will use our famous last words. We are the killjoys, and we are not afraid to keep on living.
It's a random pledge but it helps me get through tough times.
MCR didn't exactly save my life, but I ended up with an awesome friend. And I have to thank them for that.
I stopped cutting. Everything is better now. Jasmine and I got our three cheers of sweet revenge on the dipshits at school, and it was fun.
My name is Juliet, and this is my story on how MCR saved my- I mean helped me make a friend :3