I Am Infinite.
Beaten And Battered.
Frank:
When we walked into our first class, I already knew that this year would go to shit. Fucking Jared Leto's desk was right between me and Mikey's desks, so we'd be stuck next to McAsswipe all fucking year. Just fucking fabulous.
"Hey look, fag and fagula. Why the fuck are you still here, Iero? I thought when I visited your house this summer I would get you to kill yourself."
Mikey looked at me in shock.
"Frank, what is he talking about?"
"Nothing, Mikey, don't worry, he's just being an arrogant prick."
"Yeah right Iero, Mikey, your faggy friend here was paid a little visit by Kevin and I while your brother was out and about, I'm surprised he hasn't told you yet. We always beat his punk ass whenever we get the chance."
"Frank, is this true?"
I never answered him because I ran out of the room and into the boys bathroom. I ran into a stall and locked it, breathing heavily. I can't take this right now, maybe just one....
I got out my little black bag from my backpack and pulled out what I need, a small razor that would normally be used in a pencil sharpener. Gerard took away all of my razors when he had found out that I cut, so I stole a few of his pencil sharpeners and took the razors. I cut three times into my arms, not remembering how much it hurt from last time, which caused me to groan in pain at first.
When I was done, I cleaned my blade and put it back into my bag. Just as I was about to leave my stall, I heard the door barge open. Thinking it was a jock, I stayed put. I could hear the stall next to me open and shut. Being the curious little shit I am, I put my ear up against my stall to hear what was going on...
Gerard:
I ran into the bathroom. Since we had breakfast at home, I didn't get the chance to do my duty before school, so, I asked for a pass from the teacher to use the restroom. When I got there, I ran into a stall and slammed it shut. I immediately got on my knees and stuck my fingers down my throat. I don't know why I haven't just ended it yet, Frankie deserves much more than me. I'm a fat, lazy slob who can't do anything right anymore.
"I'm so sorry Frankie..."
I heard a sharp gasp and I turned my head. The stall was open, revealing a horror-stricken Frank.
"Gerard, what, what are you doing?!?"
"It's not what it looks like Frankie, I swear!"
"Yeah fucking right! You're forcing yourself to puke! Baby, why would you do that?!?"
He knelt down beside me and cupped my face so that I would have to look him in the eyes.
"I did it because I'm a horrible boyfriend. I'm fat, lazy, and I can't even do anything right."
"What the fuck? Baby, you're hurting yourself. I love you, you're not a horrible boyfriend, in fact, you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for Gerard."
It was then that I noticed his arm bleeding.
"Frank, what's wrong with your arm?"
He looked down and his face turned white.
"Oh, um, I got scratched by Bunny this morning."
"Yeah right, I would have known."
I reached over to pull up his sleeve but he pulled away."
"I'm fine, really."
I grabbed his arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing dozens of scars, some old, some new.
"Frankie, why, why would you do this to yourself?"
"I-I thought that I wasn't good enough for you..."
"Frank, you're perfect for me, please, tell me why you really did this?"
"Fine. Every time you went out, Jared and Kevin would come over. They beat me up a bit and-and I didn't say anything to you because they threatened to hurt you too."
"Frankie, you should have told me."
"But you would get hurt."
"Nothing is worth losing you Frankie. I love you will all my heart."
"Really Gee?"
"Really."
I kissed him on his nose and we walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand, not giving a fuck on who saw us.
When we walked into our first class, I already knew that this year would go to shit. Fucking Jared Leto's desk was right between me and Mikey's desks, so we'd be stuck next to McAsswipe all fucking year. Just fucking fabulous.
"Hey look, fag and fagula. Why the fuck are you still here, Iero? I thought when I visited your house this summer I would get you to kill yourself."
Mikey looked at me in shock.
"Frank, what is he talking about?"
"Nothing, Mikey, don't worry, he's just being an arrogant prick."
"Yeah right Iero, Mikey, your faggy friend here was paid a little visit by Kevin and I while your brother was out and about, I'm surprised he hasn't told you yet. We always beat his punk ass whenever we get the chance."
"Frank, is this true?"
I never answered him because I ran out of the room and into the boys bathroom. I ran into a stall and locked it, breathing heavily. I can't take this right now, maybe just one....
I got out my little black bag from my backpack and pulled out what I need, a small razor that would normally be used in a pencil sharpener. Gerard took away all of my razors when he had found out that I cut, so I stole a few of his pencil sharpeners and took the razors. I cut three times into my arms, not remembering how much it hurt from last time, which caused me to groan in pain at first.
When I was done, I cleaned my blade and put it back into my bag. Just as I was about to leave my stall, I heard the door barge open. Thinking it was a jock, I stayed put. I could hear the stall next to me open and shut. Being the curious little shit I am, I put my ear up against my stall to hear what was going on...
Gerard:
I ran into the bathroom. Since we had breakfast at home, I didn't get the chance to do my duty before school, so, I asked for a pass from the teacher to use the restroom. When I got there, I ran into a stall and slammed it shut. I immediately got on my knees and stuck my fingers down my throat. I don't know why I haven't just ended it yet, Frankie deserves much more than me. I'm a fat, lazy slob who can't do anything right anymore.
"I'm so sorry Frankie..."
I heard a sharp gasp and I turned my head. The stall was open, revealing a horror-stricken Frank.
"Gerard, what, what are you doing?!?"
"It's not what it looks like Frankie, I swear!"
"Yeah fucking right! You're forcing yourself to puke! Baby, why would you do that?!?"
He knelt down beside me and cupped my face so that I would have to look him in the eyes.
"I did it because I'm a horrible boyfriend. I'm fat, lazy, and I can't even do anything right."
"What the fuck? Baby, you're hurting yourself. I love you, you're not a horrible boyfriend, in fact, you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for Gerard."
It was then that I noticed his arm bleeding.
"Frank, what's wrong with your arm?"
He looked down and his face turned white.
"Oh, um, I got scratched by Bunny this morning."
"Yeah right, I would have known."
I reached over to pull up his sleeve but he pulled away."
"I'm fine, really."
I grabbed his arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing dozens of scars, some old, some new.
"Frankie, why, why would you do this to yourself?"
"I-I thought that I wasn't good enough for you..."
"Frank, you're perfect for me, please, tell me why you really did this?"
"Fine. Every time you went out, Jared and Kevin would come over. They beat me up a bit and-and I didn't say anything to you because they threatened to hurt you too."
"Frankie, you should have told me."
"But you would get hurt."
"Nothing is worth losing you Frankie. I love you will all my heart."
"Really Gee?"
"Really."
I kissed him on his nose and we walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand, not giving a fuck on who saw us.
Notes
Weird chapter name? Yeah, I know. I think you won't mind it. So, Gee and Frankie found out each other's dirty little secret, how will everyone else react? Also, this wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but it's 3:30 a.m. where I am right now and I'm fucking tired as all living Hell, so I may update tomorrow. I don't know.Question Of The Day/Night:
What is your favorite television series? It can be new, old, cancelled or even not put on the air, (In that case, The Breakfast Monkey >:D). Mine would be The Walking Dead and Breakfast Monkey because I can love what I want to dammit!
Leave your answers in the comment section below and I will see you tomorrow/next weekend.
XOXO
Tears
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This was an amazing story series so thanks for writing it and I understand. Oh and I felt what you felt.for MCR's last song minus the story thing.
2/19/14