He doesn't care. He only did it for him, not for your sake. No one here cares about you. No one at school wants to be your friend because you're you. A freak.

I shook my head to make the thought go away. I sat up to see the time. 6:25 am. I had five minutes until it went off so I got up. My body still throbbed from the past days events. I looked in the mirror for the first time since it happened. I looked like a monster. My lip was plump and my eyes were blackened. The left side of my face was different shades of black, blue and purple. I pulled up my shirt and removed the bandaging. My ribs were purple and green. I was a freak.

I was walking to school when I heard someone call my name faintly in the distance. I stopped and looked around. Then I saw Gerard running towards me. "Your Worst Nightmare.."I jumped when I heard the haunting words, replay in my mind.

"Frank!"
"Huh.. ?" Reality snapped in my face as it brought me back.
"Are you okay? How are your ribs?" He asked. I touched my ribs softly.
"They're... Fine"
"Let me see." Before I knew it, he was revealing my skin to the cold February air. He traced his fingertips across my bruises. His touch gave me shivers. He poked at a darkish bruise and I flinched at his touch. He cupped hi mouth with one of his hands and let go of my shirt. He looked at me. His eyes looked deseaving, but underneath was innocents. They made me feel warm and better.
He doesn't care, Frank.

I tried to ignore it. I looked over and saw him staring at me. I burned bright and kept walking. "Wait!" He yelled when he realized I started walking again. I shook my head and slightly smiled.

We hung out for the rest of the school day. We talked about music, video games, comics and movies. It was just small talk that didn't mean much. I knew he didn't really care about talking to me. I was a pitiful mess, and he just wanted to redeem himself.

At the end of the day, he walked home with me, which I didn't mind, I just knew that I couldn't let any guard down. There was a time of silence. It made me feel uncomfortable.

"So have you finished that song?" He asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"No. " I said awkwardly. "I'm not good with lyrics.. Most of the time." I smirked. He laughed.
"Do you have them with you? I can work on them if you have them here." He said
"Uh no, they're at my house. I can bring them to you tomorrow."
"Hmm how bout no. Iero, my juices are flowing and if I don't write them soon, I'm gunna forget. I'm going to your house." He did his sassy, cute stance. One hand on his hip and the other pointing and shaking at me. I giggled and was returned with a glare.

When we got to my house, no one was home. I made us coffee. The way he drank his coffee was adorable. Yeah, adorable. The way his tiny lips pressed on the glass.

We went up to my room to work on the lyrics. I started playing it on the guitar as he sang. He sang it the same way I would have sang it, if I could sing. I mean, I can sing, but I'm better at guitar. His voice was angelic, just like his face.

"The lyrics you came up with were perfect Iero. How did you come up with them?" He asked.
"Well, I really like sleeping. It helps me escape all the bullshit I deal with at school. I just realized there's a lot of bullshit in the world itself. It just goes away when you sleep."
"Wow I never thought of it that way." He said.

We finished the lyrics by the time mom got home. I introduced her to Gerard, but it's not like he'll be back. Then he left. My mom and I talked about my bruises and how my uncle left and won't be coming back. I was worried that he would end up on the streets, not having anyone to comfort him.

My mom and I ate take out and then we both went to bed. I fell into a light, restless sleep. My pain kept most of the night. It didn't matter though, tomorrow was Saturday.

Notes

Long ass chapter. That's what it felt like.
Its 2:50 am so just keep that in mind.
Birthday stuff in the morning.
I love you. Who ever is out there.
Stay Ugly(: