Just Like Spiderman, Only A Bit Creepier

Weird would be the best word to describe Gerard Way. I mean, he's not from a weird family (yes he is), and he doesn't have a weird face (he kind of does) but there is something weird about that boy in the back of the class that smirks down at his wrists when he thinks nobody is watching, but Frank just can't put his finger on it.
And since Frank has always seemed to have some sort of an obsession with weird stuff, he was determined to find out what makes Gerard Way so weird.
He heard stories, of course. Everyone did, rumours spread fast through their school.
Frank knew Gerard vaguely, the boy has helped him with his Math homework a couple of times, also with French, not that he was particularly good, but he was better than Frank.
While he was explaining something about Math to him, Frank could have sworn he saw a single slash over his wrist. Just a little, tiny, one, but the weird thing was that it didn't quite look like he was the one who slashed it, it didn't even look like it was slashed from the outside, it looked almost as if, somehow, something was on the inside and tried to get out.
The only other time Frank saw a wound that deep was when Bob had slashed his veins. But, if it put his best friend in the grave, why the fuck isn't Gerard dead too?

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