Words Mean Nothing.

Gerard stumbled into the bathroom fast. He wasn't about to let Frank make the biggest mistake of his life. Sure, he wasn't the nicest guy in the world to Frank but, he certainly didn't want him dead! Especially if it was going to be on his conscience-not that he was trying to make this about him. Gerard bit his lip when he saw Frank crumbled on the floor like a small child, a towel wrapped around his arm. He could already see the blue darkening around the top of Frank's fore arm. He slid down the wall next to Frank with a heaving sigh.

"Let me see your arm." Gerard's voice was a flat lulled sound that sent shivers down Frank's spine.

"Why? It doesn't concern you. What does it matter, anyway? It's just a little blood." Frank muttered his words towards the floor staring at his feet suddenly embarrassed being seen this way by his worst enemy. Sure, cutting was Frank's escape, but it was also his weakness. Something far more personal than having your diary read.

"Because, believe it or not you do matter." Gerard grabbed Frank's arm, trying to unwrap the blue towel. Frank didn't matter did he? There wasn't any possible way he could matter especially to someone like Gerard. Gerard hated him…didn't he?

"Yeah. Without me you wouldn't have anyone to make their life a living hell." Franks words were like venom to Gerard, and his face squinted up like he'd tasted something sour.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it. You do matter, Frank. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you don't but…" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw Frank's stabbed arm. The flesh seemed to have been torn straight through, although there was no hole on the opposite side, Gerard was certain if the knife had went a little farther their would have been. "Where do you keep the bandages in here?"

"Top shelf." Frank replied dully, watching Gerard moved towards the medicine cabinet. In a few short seconds he had the beige cloth and was attempting to wrap it around Frank's arm amongst all the already scarring and scabbing slices.

"This is really deep." Gerard muttered not really expecting a reply but, to his surprise he got one.

"Not really. I've had deeper." Gerard just stared at Frank who was now looking down at his freshly wrapped bandage. How could he have let himself hurt someone so bad mentally that they'd want to hurt themselves physically. He had never in a million years have thought that he could hurt Frank this bad.

"Frank…I'm so sorry. I can't express it enough. I really didn't mean to do this to you. If I had known my words would have had this much of an effect on you, Believe me . I would have never had said them. I only meant to poke fun, not to completely kill your ego, and whatever essence of life you had left inside."

Frank didn't say anything. He just stared at Gerard's red hair strands not really taking anything in. Did Gerard really mean this, or was it just the right thing to say at the time? Frank was nearly sure that he'd return to school tomorrow only to be made fun of again, and decide to try again. If at first you don't succeed. Cut. Cut. Again.

"Alright, if you don't believe me we'll do this: I'm Gerard Arthur Way. I have the middle name of an aardvark, but, hell aardvarks are fucking cool. I'm 18 years old and have nothing against fa-homosexuals. I think it takes a lot of balls…oh..um…no pun intended…um to come out of the closet in such a homophobic world. I like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. I can't swim, I can't dance, and I don't really know karate. So, that's who I really am, who are you?"

Frank couldn't help but smile. Even though he hated Gerard he sure knew how to make someone smile when they needed it most.

"I'm Frank Anthony Iero. I'm 15 years old, um…I play guitar and um…I don't know…I never really thought about who I am…" Frank struggled.

"Oh, well…hey. Don't worry about it. We'll work on it." Gerard laughed, going to stand up. "Now, come on. You're staying at my place for the week and I ABSOLUTELY will not take no for an answer. If I have to carry you over my shoulder kicking and screaming I will. Not that you'd be much of a bother, that way. You're practically skin and bones."

"Hey. Am Not!" Frank exclaimed getting up shakily to his feet.

That's how the week that would change Frank Iero's life began. The week that would turn his worst enemy into something he would no longer ever be afraid of. The week his life would finally begin to go in the right direction, even if it would only be for a little while.