*Frank*

I awoke once again to an empty house, you see my dad tragically passed away six months ago and ever since my mom has been constantly busying herself with work. I know it is her way of dealing with it and I know everyone grieves differently, but she could at least consider my
feelings.

I have had no one to talk to apart from my friend Ray, it’s like when my dad past, my mom did with him, to be honest, I’m lucky if I see her once a month. I just feel so fucking alone. Previously my mom mentioned that she spent so much time away also because I reminded her too much of my dad, I got all my looks from him, we were so alike and so close. But I only feel
more shit because my own mom can’t bear to face me and that hurts.

Anyway; I blindly stumbled out of bed and in to my en suite. I ridded myself of my pyjamas and stepped in to the steamy shower. I spent about twenty minutes cleaning myself. All too soon I found myself stepping out shivering slightly due to the temperate drop. I spent mere seconds drying myself before heading towards my closet. My eyes scanned the contents settling on a
pair of skinny black jeans and a white V-neck.

Satisfied with my attire I wandered down to the kitchen where I grabbed a pop tart and a coffee. Finishing off my breakfast I headed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, applying some eye liner and shoving a comb through my hair. I waltzed out of the bathroom pausing at the front door to put my converses on, grab my old bag and throw on my (fake) leather jacket. Plugging my earphones into my ears I began the ten minute journey to school.


*Ten Minutes Later*


I climbed the dreaded steps of Bellville High, narrowly dodging a sandwich aimed at my head. I walked to my locker, keeping my heard down. There were two jocks standing there. The bigger of the two Joe and the smaller, Steve. I attempted to enter my locker going unnoticed but that didn’t go to plan.
They both turned around, as soon as they caught sight of me, they began to grin maliciously. Fuck. “Hey, Steve what do we have here?” Joe chuckled. “I believe that’s Iero, Jersey’s resident fag” Steve snapped. I knew what was coming next; they were going to beat the shit out of me.

This happened at least twice a week so I am well used to the beating.

They both latched on to one of my arms and roughly dragged me to the nearest restroom. Almost instantly knocking me to the ground with a harsh blow to the jaw. As soon as I was down on the floor the two began delivering multiple kicks to my torso.

They soon got bored and decided to do more damage than ever before. Steve roughly lifted up my head slamming it on the concrete floor brutally, this happened once more before I began
‘seeing starts’ so to speak.

Another blow to the head and I blacked out.


*Time Lapse*


I was thrown back in to consciousness, being hit with a wave of pain, as I was faced with the full extent of my injuries. My eyelids fluttered feeling too heavy to be opened. Soon enough I was able to open my eyes, instantly regretting it as I was met with blazing lights. I lay there unmoving trying to compose myself and figure out how I got here. I really don’t remember.

I sat up groaning loudly, as my muscles ached in protest. Soon I noticed a figure sitting next to my bed, I looked over at him. “Where the fuck am I and how did I get here?” I groaned. The mystery figure spoke “You don’t remember?” I shook my head ‘no’, almost instantly a wave of pain hit from that brief movement.

“Well, we are in the nurses office, I was walking down the corridor when I saw two large jocks scrambling out of the bathroom, with what appeared to be blood on them. I got worried so I entered the bathroom, and I saw you laying on the floor out cold. So I assume they beat you up”
The guy said.
“Okay, well thanks, for helping I guess” I smiled.

“No problem” he giggled.

“Well I suppose I should introduce myself, Frank Iero” I laughed offering him a hand to shake.

He gladly took my hand shaking it firmly.

“Mikey Way”

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