I woke up the next morning, and the strangest thing happened.

I was smiling. Why was I smiling? I sat for a moment, puzzled. Then the events of the last two days came rushing back to me, and I grinned even more. I left the house in high spirits. It was a great day outside, my mom wasn't home, and in twenty minutes, I was going to see my boyfriend.
I should've known that it wouldn't last.


I sat, as opposed to fell, on my chair in form. Mikey wasn't in yet, which kinda freaked me out. He's normally at school pretty early, so I texted him a quick, 'where r u?'. He replied a few moments later.

'Im rlly sick :('

I laughed at that. Knowing him, he was probably just skipping for the day. I was a bit pissed off. It's a pretty sucky thing of him to do, leaving me by myself. I suppose I had Ray, but it's not the same without Mikey. I conveyed this in another text.

'no im actually sick lol' he sent a few minutes later.

'ok hope ur feeling bttr <3' he responded to that with a simple love heart, and I smiled.

The day seemed to drag on without Mikey. In Math, I got detention because I didn't turn up to the one I was meant to go to two days ago. I tried to explain to Mr. Gould that I went home sick, but he told me to 'shut up or you'll get detention for a week.' Fucking dick.

Lunch and classes came and went, and I entered the detention room at the end of the day, sighing in frustration. I really wanted to go and see Mikey. I'd texted him about my dilemma, and told him I'd be there as soon as it was over.

The room was full of the usual jerks, so I sat as far away from them all as possible, pulling out a book from my bag to entertain myself for the time I would be there. I looked up when the door swung open, and of course, it had to be my worst fucking enemy, Gerard Way. Shit, I thought, hiding behind the book. Gerard spotted me almost immediately, and grinned menacingly. He opened his mouth to speak, and I dreaded what would come next.

"Sir, do you mind if I steal Frank for a moment? His English teacher asked me to tell him something next time I saw him." He said, almost politely. What bullshit. The teacher supervising us barely looked up from his laptop and nodded dismissively. Gerard smiled, spun on his heel, and waltzed out of the room. When I didn't follow, he stuck his head back inside, and said brightly, "Well come on, Frankie, we don't have all day." I sighed, and put my things away, following him out the door.

Once outside, he continued to walk some way down the halls. "What do you want, Gerard?" I asked, exasperated. He simply ignored me, and walked on. We rounded a corner, and he turned around, quickly bringing a hand up to my throat, slamming me against a locker. I struggled, gasping for breath. I could feel my face going red. He decided it would be a bad idea to strangle me, and pinned me to the wall via my shoulders.

"What the hell are you playing at, Iero?" He hissed, eyes dark with rage. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said honestly. His closed fist crashed onto my cheek, and my head banged painfully onto the locker behind me. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. God, he looked angry. His dark hair was falling in front of his hazel eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a cruel sneer. When I didn't answer, he punched me again and again, relentlessly. I cried out in pain. "Please, Gerard, stop! I'm sorry! Please, leave me alone, j-just tell me what I did, I'll stop, I promise!" I whimpered; salty tears streamed down my aching cheeks.

He looked taken aback. Frowning, he asked, "You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" I shook my head violently. "Mikey," he said simply.

"Mikey? This is about Mikey?" I asked, confused. "What happened, is he okay?" I was suddenly nervous. Was Mikey lying? Had something happened to him after I left? Gerard clenched his jaw, enraged again. "You're fucking my little brother!" He shouted. "I didn't care when you guys were friends, but you're ... It's not gonna happen. Just leave Mikey alone, you freak. He doesn't want you! Why would anyone want you?" The harsher his words became, the more he pushed me against the locker. I could feel his hands on my shoulders, probably bruising them.

"You're just a stupid, emo fag. You're not good enough for anyone, let alone Mikey. You'd be better off dead, no one would care if you died." He snarled, throwing my damaged body onto the linoleum floor. He was right. Gerard was right. No one would care. Ray and Mikey are the only people I have left, and I'm just the third wheel. I'm not enough for them, they could be happy without me.

I looked up at Gerard, suddenly thankful. He made me realise that I'm not worth as much as I thought I was. I could go, now. "Thanks." I said sincerely, without a trace of sarcasm. I scrambled to my bag, standing up and slinging it over my shoulder. I ran, down halls and corridors, until I reached the boys bathrooms. I pushed the door open, and stumbled inside.

Everything became a blur as I slid down the wall. I pulled off my hoodie as quickly as I could, and opened my bag. I found the razor, laden with rust and dried blood. Without even hesitating, I slashed through the marred flesh on my left arm, from my shoulder, down to my wrist. The cut had to be at least an inch deep in some spots, and blood immediately poured from the wound. In seconds, my entire arm was drenched in the red liquid.

It wasn't enough.
I clumsily picked up the razor with my left hand, cutting an identical line on my other arm. More. I needed more. I rolled up the leg of my jeans, making one, two, three, five, ten cuts. I cut every inch of skin, until my head was spinning and I could barely see.

I'm almost gone.

"The fuck did you mean, thanks?" I heard a voice, echoing from outside the bathroom.

The door flung open, and Gerard let out a gasp of horror.