*revenge era*

I can't do this any more, I want to give up. to just collapse on the hard concrete parking lot and hope for death to take me into its beckoning claws....

But I can't....

I have to stick this out. I feel them kick my shins, I fall to the ground, curling up into as tiny of a ball as I accept the blows from my attackers. I can hear the low hum of music coming from the wall behind me, did I mention we were outside a concert? yeah, we fucking are. one of the men bent over and whispered into my ear,

"we're gona have a little fun now, alright?" he said seductively. I just wanted to fucking gag.

I closed my eyes as he began to slip down my jeans, then his. I heard some kind of crinkling, plastic-like noise. I screamed out in pain as he stuck himself inside me, earning myself a slap in the face.

"shut up, bitch!"

I whimpered on the ground as he came and slipped out of me, leaving me to die ( well not actually, but I was hoping they'd kill me). next to this crappy theatre thing, with some random punk, rock, and screamo bands playing. I got up as best I could, pulling my pants up. I tried to walk a few steps, but failed miserably.

I collapsed in the hard cement. my side, my back, my legs... my entire fucking body felt like one giant bruise, it hurt like hell. and I'm no baby when I comes to pain. I closed my eyes, curling up against the wall as best I could before letting tears escape.

~

It had felt like I was sitting there for a god-damn century. I heard someone open a door, I thought it was strange, I was by the back of the building. I just closed my eyes tighter trying to seem invisible. I even stopped breathing, though I was in the shadows, and wearing all black, and it was night, and I was at least a good twenty feet from them. I listened to their conversation.

"Gee, we were awesome, they fucking loved us!!"

"yeah, whatever, just don't kiss me next time, okay?"

it must be some of the performers, two were talking. but I could make out five pairs of feet before they stopped. They were so very, very quiet, then it struck me. I had been spotted. They spoke in hushed tones, so I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I heard someone walk up, kneeling in front of me,

"are you alright?" the... man? yes, man, said. I looked up at him with my tear stained eyes. oh-my-god... this dude looked familiar... was... was he one of the guys who hurt me? I couldn't remember... but he still shocked me. I threw my head into my hands,

"please, don't hurt me!" I pleaded, I could feel him freeze. even though he was an entire foot from me.

"hey, I'm not going to hurt you..." he said softly, trying to be soothing he gently pried my hands from my face, I once again looked at him. I studied him. he looked short, just maybe an inch taller than me, he had a black fringe and blonde shaven sides, he was wearing red eye liner.

"are you okay?" he asked, I nodded my head. he looked at me with a strange expression, then cocked an eyebrow,

"are you sure your okay? you don't look okay..."

I couldn't help it. I just fucking burst into tears, crying out. The man brushed the hair out of my face, looking into my eyes.

"do-do you want to tell me what happened?" he asks, I calmed down a bit, then spoke,

"I-I don't want to talk about it... its just..." I started, his eyes got huge, obviously knowing what had happened.

"oh, honey..." he said as sorrow laced as he could, without making it cheesy. he pulled me into him, giving me a hug.

"do you have a place to stay tonight?" I shook my head,

"my parents disowned me, I've been on my own for the past six months,"

"alright, your staying with us then," he said, pulling us off the ground. I winced at the pain that generated from my entire body, but I hid it well. he started to walk us over to the group of guys he was with earlier,

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name," I managed to say,

"Frank, Frank Iero,"

something clicked in my brain . I knew him from some where... but wher- OHMYGOD. Frank-fucking-Iero, guitarist for My Chemical Romance. one of my fucking heroes...
we reached the group of four, Frank wrapped his arm around me.

"guys, would you mind if she stayed with us?" he asked them,

"I've got no problem with it, shes bunking with you though," the tall kid with a beanie said, pushing up his glasses,

"I don't mind," a dude with a huge ass afro said, smiling,

"nor do I," a big blonde guy chimed in, they all turned to the last person. a feminine looking dude with longer-ish black hair, he nodded his head,

"I'm alright with it, whats your name, sweetheart?"

"Desperate," I replied weakly.

"well, Desperate, I'm Gerard, akward turtle with a beanie is my brother, Mikey, seventies hair is Ray, tough-guy teddy bear is Bob, and short shit right there is Frank," I couldnt help but giggle just the slightest bit at his introduction of the band. Frank escorted me inside their tour bus, filing in after the rest of them. they sat me down on the couch,

"what happened, honey?"

such a simple question, but I couldn't help it. I broke down in fucking tears.

Notes

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