And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

For medical reasons, I tend to bleed from bruises because of my weak blood vessels. After being almost mauled last month by my father, I wouldn't dare to cross his path again, or I would bleed to the point of no return. Being so, I quietly step inside my home, trying not to make as much as a footstep of noise. As I entered my room, Darrell hurtled himself towards me, and I lost my balance, falling to the ground. Everything hurts, but it could have been worse if my stepdad was here. Hell, I wouldn't be alive.

Without a word, I scramble for a Bullet For My Valentine and an As Blood Runs Black tee from my closet, and also a bunch more. I place them in a plastic bag, grabbing my black converse and red ones, and my green ones too. The blood dripping from my gashed lip and my bruised shoulder stain my current clothes, but I don't care. I pull all my black jeans and even my light blue ones and wrap them around my arm, running towards the door.

One thing I forgot. Pansy.

I would have to come back and get her, but right now wasn't the time. I read Gerard's address aloud and walked, my back aching severely. I reach his steps, and before I ring the doorbell, my vision gets blurry.

I'm losing blood. A lot of blood. All I see is blood.

Notes

and new chapter

I honestly don't think Frank listens to ABRB but I like them so eh.