Words Mean Nothing.

The three teenaged boys stood on the doorstep of Frank's big grey house. Leftover Police tape lined the door and Frank didn't delay a second for the chance to rip it down. Crumbling it into a ball he threw it into the bushes on the side of his house. Keeping those kind of memories around was not something Frank wanted.

The two story house towered above the boy's heads as Frank set his backpack down on the ground searching the various compartments for his house keys. Unable to put his hands on them he poured the entire contents of his bag onto the ground. A metallic glint caught Gerard's eyes as he reached down to grab the keys.

"Found them!" Gerard smiled holding the keys above his head like they were a trophy. He was about to hand the dangling keys over to Frank when another metallic glint caught his eyes. Dropping the keys, his hand darted towards the second glance of metallic before Frank could react.

Gerard's hand met the cold sheath of the knife before he could realize what the metallic glint was. His eyes made the connection before his head did. His eyes moving to the wounds on Frank's exposed Milky wrist.

"Frank….what…Why do you have a knife in your school bag?!" Gerard's voice was a sound that neither Frank or Mikey had ever heard before. Was it fear? Disappointment? Conviction? Or Closure? Neither of the other two boys could pin-point the exact tone.

"It's for….emergencies." Frank trailed off genuinely not knowing what to say. He was sure Gerard had known about what he did to himself, or maybe the cherry headed bastard was too concerned with his selfishness to realize the people around him.

"Emergencies?" Gerard was on the verge of boiling over at the short boy. "Emergencies like the guilty need to slice your wrists open during Geometry? Or Emergencies like if you need to kill someone on you walk to school in the morning? It isn't for emergencies is it? It's for you selfish pleasureful addiction, isn't it?"

Mikey felt trapped in between a rock and a hard place. He dared not say a word to either of the arguing boys. Anxious to get out of the firing range he dropped to his knees busying himself with piling Frank's school supplies back into his tattered black bag.

"I'm SELFISH? I'm SELFISH?" Frank roared suddenly finding his back bone in the conversation. "I wouldn't need the fucking knife if you and your friends treated me like a human. I wouldn't need it if you didn't constantly batter me for Who I am. You know what Gerard you're the entire reason my life is a living hell! You're the reason I almost killed myself today. You care about no body but yourself, and your popularity. Who cares if a few people get broken along the way. As long as you can remainthe Mr. Ivy League at our school it doesn't matter.
I slice my wrists open nightly hoping for an escape from everything. Something I can finally control. A little bit of hope that the biggest pain isn't what other people can do to me with their words and their thoughts, but, what I can do with a little metal. That I'm in control of something as what once was my life spirals out of control because…because….because… I am a fuck up. I'm a faggot and the biggest mistake my god forsaken father ever made. My life is a never ending reminder of that to me, and you have the audacity to tell me that I'm a selfish and in it just for the pleasure? Well, You are dead fucking wrong."

Gerard and Mikey gawked at Frank unsure what to do, or what to say. Gerard couldn't be the reason Frank was the way he was could he? No, it was impossible. The red-headed boy felt tears coming to his eyes and he looked at Frank who was crying and looked like a child who'd lost everything they ever cared about.

"Frank….I never meant…I didn't know…I'm sorry." Gerard's words were broken and jumbled as he searched for the words to say.

"You know what, don't be." Frank wiped his eyes and looked down at Mikey. "Mikey, Thanks for inviting me to your house tonight, and thank you for the ride here. But, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your offer."

Without saying another word Frankie took the keys from Gerard, opened the door and slammed the front door on the skinny boy organizing a frayed book bag and the reality checked cherry headed boy on the verge of a mental breakdown.

It was time to do what he intended to do since that morning.