Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V

Apparently Gerard was taken to the hospital durning third hour, but whatever. Now I can actually have the house to myself when I get home, but for now I have at least two more hours left of school.

Just cause... I kinda miss her. I go out of my way and pass her locker. She knows about my dad, but I just hope she'll still talk to me.. well nope. Guess not.

Wanna know why?

Cause she's kissing Donnie.

What the fuck?

Just this morning I broke it off and now she's with Donnie?

I don't think she even sees me since I'm about another ten feet away, but really?

I can CLEARLY see her, and Donnie?

Out of every asshole in this school, you chose Donnie?

My fucking neighbor?

This isn't cool.. it's just fucking weird..
I gotta..
I have to stop this..

"Hey ass pipe, get off my meat!" Donnie rips his face of Chelsea, glaring right at me.. Like he's not even scared.

"Or what, millimeter peter?" He smirks at me, other people in the hall way look over here. Even laughing...

"Get out of here before I kick your ass." I try to snarl but all the attention throws me off.. and the fact that Chelsea chose this twat over me.

"Go to hell, Frank. Go fuck yourself with your little Search and Rescue Tattoo. Reality check hun, your dick is short just like Donnie said." She turns her head to me as she presses her body against Donnie even more, everyone else laughing alone with them.

Laughing at me..

Frank fucking Iero...

"It's search and destroy you fucking whore!" I bark back at her before I turn my back on her, walking away but laughter still lingers around.. Climbing in my ears, scratching their way in my head.. The farther I run away the louder it echos in my ears.. I can't take this.. I just can't.. no.

So what do I do? What does my so hard ass punk personality do?

I just run, run down to the basement. The bathroom no one uses.

I just sit myself down and cry.

That's right, I cried.

Frank fucking Iero crying.. on a toilet.

Feeling sorry for myself.. being my pathetic, ugly, horrible self..
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I couldn't even face anyone anymore. I just sat there and waited till the bell rang.

Waiting till everyone left, went home.

So no one saw me.

So no one saw my tear stained eyes.

My broken heart.

Like I even had a heart, I was just a dick.

Chelsea's right, my dick was small.

Cause most of it was shoved in my personality.

I'm just going to hell, just face it Frank.

Your life is over, you have nothing

You have no one.

You ruined things with Gerard.

After you god damn kissed the prick.

What's wrong with me?
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It was about four, my dad should be getting ready to leave soon so I peel myself off the toilet seat. Walk out of the bathroom stall and stare at myself

I study how red my eyes were, how swollen and puffy they got.

I haven't cried like this since mom left..

Now here I am crying about my girlfriend..

Guys don't cry over love, what the fuck Frank.

You pussy.

You poser.

Only posers fall in love.

And only posers go to hell.
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My dad's silent as we're both in the car, he doesn't ask why I'm crying.

I don't ask why he's quiet.

We're both silent, and you know what.

It felt weird, Gerard wasn't in the back.

Now I couldn't hate him cause he wasn't here..

How could I miss and hate someone so much?

I mean, I hated him when he first came here.. I tried to like him after he stayed with me when I was on acid.. I hated him again cause he was embarrassing my friends... and now I miss him.

I miss his awkward smile, his highish pitched voice. His singing when he was in the shower. How I always saw him around the house..

How my family didn't feel so broken cause he was here..

And now he's not here, now he's lying in some hospital bed for who knows how long.

I guess my dad missed him too cause he was silent still as we both went inside. I dragged myself in the kitchen when he roamed off to his room..

Then I remember.

Gerard made me a cake.

I see it as it sits next to the fridge, in a cake pan.

My hands grab it, carrying it to the table before I walk back in the kitchen. Opening a drawer, grabbing a fork and closing it with my hip.

I just look at the cake for a while before even touching it..

He must've spent a lot of time on it.

The way he made his letters all nice and fancy, the little whipped cream ghost he made on it.. He must've really thought of me as a brother for doing this..

and I just beat the shit out of him in the bathroom and did absolutely NOTHING.

Now I feel bad for eating the cake, but it's so god damn good.

Now I know why girls eat cake when they get out of a break up.
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My fork devours at least half of the cake before my dad comes back out.

"C'mon Frank you're coming to the hospital." He orders.

"Why?" I pretend I don't want to go.. when I really do. I want to apologize.

"Cause, Gerard has cancer." his words stutter as I choke on a piece of cake.

WHAT?

Notes

Frank cried, you little bitch.