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The Taste of Ink

I Won't Say I'm Okay

*beep , beep , beep*
I slowly opened my sleep crusted eyes to a dreaded alarm clock , screeching non auditable profanities into my ear. I stared up at my ceiling and slammed my arm down lazily onto the screeching box , silencing it from its screaming. I slowly sat up , my bones clicking and popping as I moved up. I sighed knowing that today would be my 3rd year going to the same hell hole. Also known as Wellington High , where I , Frank Iero would get my ass kicked by the one and only Gerard Way. After staring at the shiny hard wood floor of my house drowning in my own self loathe and thoughts i got up. I sighed once again whilst putting on the same dark skinny jeans and black sweatshirt as always. I slowly opened My door and shuffled into the bathroom where i caught the reflection of myself. I studied myself in the dirty mirror wishing i hadn't looked up. The dark circles under my eyes made me look half dead , fitting for my personality. My hazel eyes had no life to them anymore and my skin was a sickly pale. A black knotted mess sat upon my head , also known as hair. I bit back the tears pricking my eyes , knowing that I was not good enough. That I, would never ever would be good enough. I pulled at my face wishing that I could some how rearrange it into something more beautiful. But i knew it wouldn't work after many tries. So I just huffed in annoyance wishing i could have bashed my face into the fucking glass to rid myself of the horrid reflection. I slowly walked out of my bathroom and clomped down my stairs dreading every single step. Once i hit the landing of my stairs i grabbed my school bag and screamed a goodbye to the empty house , knowing neither of my parents where home. One was six foot deep and the other was probably getting wasted as fuck. I shivered at the thought of my father beating me once more.

As i reached the doors of hell the school's pungent smell of cleaning detergent and BO burned my nostrils. I hurried to grab my schedule from the main office and get to my first class without getting my brains kicked in from my lover and tormentor. I scurried through the large crowd of unknown faces to my locker. Neither did i want to make those faces known. A flash of the gorgeous raven headed boy i have come to detest yet love came into view.
He smirked and with the eyes of a lion catching its prey ,sauntered over.
"Frankie, nice to see your faggot ass." he drawled while grabbing a fist full of my shirt. slamming me into the row of lockers.
"H-hi?" I stuttered questionly , my eyes growing to the size of quarters. He had my back pinned to the cool steel , his face inches away from mine. His warm breath hitting my face. His beautiful eyes bore into mine while his pixie nose brushed my own nose. I wished he had his face close to mine for other affectionate reasons. But he had one sole idea set for me today. A beating. He raised his fist while i clenched my eyes closed getting myself prepared for the stinging sensation i have known for my whole 17 years of my time on this dreaded mortal sphere.

Notes

hi guys, This is my first fanfiction ever so if you guys could comment or rate to tell me how im doing that would be lovely , thanks for reading! <33 btw i have no idea how this site works so...

Comments

Please update

Miss. Fit Miss. Fit
11/18/14

I dunno , its just that i have no idea what to continue the story with

@Professionally Bored

Are you going to update? I love this.

I just realized you haven't updated this in a while and I love this book so much! I also love Frankie Baby with ALL OF MY HEART too!

Frerardified Frerardified
9/28/14

thank you so much , all of your comments are honestly the best things ive ever read. Its amazing to read good things on your own creations you know?

@NIGHTS_ CHILD