To the End

Frank sighed as he closed the door behind him, stepping out into the brisk cold of the early morning. He shuddered slightly and pulled down his sleeves to cover up the scars that covered his wrists.
First days fucking suck… he thought to himself, his face shifting into a small grimace. Why did mom think this would help..? There are douchebags everywhere, and being a new kid isn’t going to improve my mood. Goddammit... he sighed and stepped off his porch, staring blankly at the path ahead of him. He thought of the kids at his old school, the way they teased him, the way they would push him past his breaking point, the way they would beat him up nearly every day. The only scars he had that he hated were the ones that he got from his last school. The scars he gave himself had a certain quality about them, they somehow seemed beautiful to him. His finger subconsciously found its way to his wrist, and he gently trailed it down his wrist.
There will be a lot more soon… he thought as he dragged himself to the school, though he could see the school from his bedroom window, so he took his time. He eventually found himself standing in front of the school, his stomach twisting as he started to chew on his lip. He looked around at the students flocking around the school, one in particular catching his eye. He was sitting off to the side, drawing in his sketchbook, saying a short response to the boy sitting next to him every once in a while.
Frank couldn’t look away from the mysterious boy. Something about him just seemed so alluring to Frank, but he couldn’t place it. The boy pushed his midnight black hair behind his ear and looked up. More importantly, he looked straight at Frank. Frank felt himself jump slightly as the boy’s beautiful eyes landed on him. The boy stared back, completely disregarding anything his brother was saying to him.
“Hold on a sec, Mikey.” He said to his brother as he got up, leaving his sketchbook behind and walking towards Frank, not even taking his eyes off of Frank for a second. He was just about to say something when a large boy shoved his way between the two, pushing Frank backwards. He looked to Frank with a scowl.
“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” He said, pushing Frank back even further and making him fall back.
“S-sorry…” Frank stuttered, looking up to see the menacing bully towering over him even more than he had been before.
“Fuck off, new kid.” He said, kicking Frank’s side, making Frank let out a loud groan of pain. Kids had started to gather around the two, watching the fight unfold. The boy was just about to kick Frank again when he was tackled to the ground.
“What the fuck?!” the black-haired boy yelled at the jock as his fist met the jock’s face “You don’t just fucking treat people like shit!”
“Get off me, prick!” The jock said, pushing the boy off of him and smashing his foot into his side. The boy let out a yell of pain as Frank watched, surprised that someone actually stood up for him. The jock just laughed and kicked the boy’s face, just barely missing his eye and bashing his foot against the boy’s bottom lip. He stood back after a few more kicks and admired his work with a snicker. “Next time you should think about playing hero, faggot.”
As soon as he left, the crowd immediately faded away, and Frank quickly rushed to the boy on the ground.
“M-my name is Gerard…” he said in a hoarse, cracking voice. His bottom lip had split open and was leaking blood as it started to swell up.
“You look awful… We need to get you help!” Frank cried as Mikey quickly made his way to them.
“Gee! Oh my god!” he gasped, looking at his beaten up brother “You were practically beaten to a pulp!” he shook his head as Frank looked to him.
Wow… Frank thought to himself. You can really see how much he cares for his brother… He looks like he’s almost in tears… The two helped Gerard up and let him use them as support, having Gerard’s arms around both of their shoulders. Frank felt himself blush slightly, though he thought nothing of it. Frank Iero, you’re fucking straight. He told himself in his head.
“We’re taking him to the hospital. There’s one only a few blocks away.” Mikey said, not even bothering to ask if Frank would come.
“But school..?” Frank said quietly, but just loud enough for Mikey’s ears to pick up.
“My brother looks like he is going to bleed to death! You want to just fucking go to school and let him die? Fine, asshole, but you realize that I really need your help. I’m not strong enough on my own.”
“Th-that’s not what I meant...” Frank said under his breath. He couldn’t deny the feeling of pure joy he felt welling up inside of him. He didn’t have to go to school today, even if that still meant he would have to tomorrow, he was free today. The two boys helped Gerard out of the school yard, leaving all of their things behind, though they weren’t even thinking of anything but Gerard at that point. Gerard’s arm pulled slightly at Frank’s hoodie, barely revealing the newest scar. He could feel Mikey glancing and staring, but to his relief Mikey didn’t mention it.
Gerard would fall in and out of consciousness, worrying the boys immensely. When he woke up and saw the hospital, his eyes immediately widened. “N-No... We can’t go to the hospital,” Gerard wheezed, shaking his head, which was splattered with dried blood. “W-we can’t…”

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