Sightless love

By the time I had gotten everything I would need for the trip, night had fallen. I didn't think it was going to be a problem, I really didn't.
But when I heard kids snickering behind me, my throat almost closed and sweat began to pour from my forehead.
"Hey, Faggot."
Fuck. I was screwed. Done for. I was never going to live. I was blind, I couldn't fight. Fucking fuck Frank thanks a lot.
I had frozen in my place and was having a panic attack. I was trying not to hyperventilate. But when I was shoved to the ground, Its hard not to. They were laughing. Like, really hard. Like it was really fucking funny to kick down a blind guy. Oh man, so fucking funny.
I began to cry as they spat, teased, and kicked me repetitively.
"Whats wrong, fag can'r see where to throw a punch?"
I didn't see what was so fucking funny but that sent them howling in laughter. I tried to get up and run, but I was kicked in the back of the head. My nose hit the concrete and I felt a waterfall of blood cascade down my face.
I was on the verge of blacking out. They kept kicking and laughing and the last thing I remembered was someone yelling stop from a distance.

When I came back to consciousness, I heard the sound of running water. I groaned and rubbed my aching head.
"Look whos finally up." I heard an unfamiliar voice say as with amusement.
"W-where am I?" I croaked. I sounded pretty fucking pathetic, not going to lie.

"My house, considering the fact I don't know where you live. I'd call the police for you, but I figure you could be someone illegal or something and I wanted to do you a favor and not get you caught. You know, a lot of shit like that happens over here. What the hell where you thinking, coming around here at night?"
"Why do you care?" I snapped.
"Well that's a nice thank you, after saving your life." The guy muttered. He stopped the running water.
"Sorry. Thank you." I sat up, and I heard the shuffling of feet. He grabbed my hand and put a glass cup in my hand. I took the water to my lips, and god damn did nothing ever taste so fucking good.
"You were out for quite a few hours. Its 12 PM, more than twelve. Oh, where are my manners. I'm Ray, Ray Torro."
"Gerard. Gerard- Uh, Just Gerard." I remembered I couldn't use my full name anymore, because I was now a missing person.
Ray laughed at this. "I see you must be a new criminal or something? A blind criminal, eh?"
"Oh, no, I just ran away." I took another sip of water.
"A blind boy, running away. Never heard of that."
"It's kind of a funny story, actually." I sighed and leaned back.
"Well I've got time. Its not like I have a job anymore."
"What happened to you?" I frowned.
"I asked you first. Your story, then mine." Ray poked my arm.
"I'm running after my boyfriend who ran away."
"Oh?" Ray sounded amused.
"Yeah, I am. Make fun of me all you want." I growled, frustrated at how everyone was reacting.
"I just think its kind of funny that a blind boy is wandering around looking for someone." Ray laughed.
I stood up. "Look, thanks for your hospitality, and saving my life and everything, but I need to go."
"Oh, looks like someone got insulted by that, Sorry. But you should really accept yourself and not take you being blind so personally."
"I think you'd feel the same fucking way if no one thought you could be independent without having eye sight."
"Well good luck finding the door, Mr. Grumpy pants." Ray got up and left the room. This set me furious. What an arrogant little prick... God damn...
I sat down on the couch again in defeat and laid my head down.
"Whats your boyfriends name?" Ray came back in again,and I could smell the over whelming scent of pizza. I felt a plate be popped into my lap.
I sat up, my mouth salivating at the smell. I smiled and took a bite. "Frank."
"Frank Iero I presume?"
I almost dropped my plate.
"Yeah, I know him." Ray said. "He goes to Belleville High school."
I shouldn't have been surprised, I suppose. But I didn't know Ray would've been acquainted with Frank.
"Oh, thats cool." I said.
"When you're done with your pizza I can escort you to the train station."
I was beyond confused. "Wait, how do you know I was going there!?"
"I know things Gerard, don't question me."



Several hours later, Ray brought me to the train station. He helped me buy tickets and I thanked him for everything. After bidding him good-bye, I set off to Newark.
The thing was, I had no fucking clue where I was going.
When the train stopped and I got off, I suddenly became extremely fearful. I had no idea what to do or where to go or anything.
But when I got off, I was surprised to hear my name.
"Ah, Gerard." Someone took my hand. I didn't recognize them. I really didn't. I pulled away, ready to run.
"Don't worry! I'm a friend of Frank. I'm Bob, Bob Bryar. I've been waiting for your arrival."
"You have?"
"Yes, Frank told me you'd probably be after him. He told me to tell you to go to the pet store nearby, and to talk to the cashier. I can lead you there."
Bob took my hand and led me through the crowd. When we reached outside the station, Bob took out a pack of cigarettes. When he lit his, he grabbed another and touched my hand. "Want one?"
"No thank you, I don't smoke." I said. Bob shrugged and put his cigarettes back. I stifled a cough.
"You're awfully brave to come after Frank. He was hoping you'd have common sense and not come looking for him. He really was hoping you didn't."
"Well, he must not know me." I muttered. "I'm a stubborn mother fucker." I laughed.
Bob laughed and shook his head. "Alright, here you are." He stopped and opened the door for me. "See ya later kid."
I walked in. and bit my lip. I walked up to the cashier.
"May I help you?" The cashier said in the most rude voice I had ever been greeted with.
"Oh, um, has Frank been here?"
"Frank?" She muttered like I was crazy. "You know, the mental hospital is down a few blocks, I think you belong there."
"Oh, no, um, Frank Iero said-"
"Frank Iero?" I heard a pen drop.
"Um, Yeah."
"Oh God, Hes still alive?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Jesus, I thought He would've killed that kid by now."
"Who? What?"
"I don't know shit, kid. Don't ever come to me about Frank again. Ever. You hear me!?"
I backed away. "I-I'm sorry..."
"Use a phone book or something. But not me. Get the fuck out of here!" She was yelling now.
"but-" I began.
"I SAID OUT!" I heard something smash right beside me, I suppose she threw something at me and I bolted for the door.
I sat on the ground.
I was in the middle of Newark.
Hungry.
Lost.
Alone.

and I had not the slightest clue where Frank was.
I couldn't look for him, either.

Notes

Ah So sorry I haven't updated! Hope you all like this chapter :3 I'll post another tomorrow night! xoxoWolfyz