What's life like bleeding on the floor

(A/N: kk, I feel bad for skipping this far ahead, but its basically an uneventful week has passed)

Franks pov

gerards been making me go back to school recenly, so i dont see him as much. That also means i get beat up more. Speaking of which, here comes josh.

i try to power walk away but hes too fast. He catches up to me, grabs me shoulder, and whips me around. "Hey faggot, heard you broke your ribs, want me to help ou eith that?"

"umm, n-no tha-ankyou." I stutter having trouble speaking.

"well yo can fucking deal wifh it then!" He says, accompanied by a hard punch to, surprise, the ribcage. I gasp in pain, but am stopped by the sudden spurt of blood gushing out of my mouth. I fall to the floor and am met by joshs foot in my ribs again.

he kicks repeatedly until hes satisfied and stalks away sneering.

i cant even get up. I wouldnt be surprised if he broke another rib. I hear a familiar voice call out. "Frank? What the fuck?"

he rushes over to me and picks me up, heading toward the door. The last thing i see is his firetruck red hair.

Wait, red?

Notes

Omfg, I'm sorry!!! I haven't updated in so long because I've been getting ready for back to school, and coming back to nc from fort wayne, and today was my first day of school. And i got bullied already. >:( might have been the "IM NOT OKAY" T-shirt. And the all over blackness of my clothes.
at least i got to see penelope for the first time all summer! Like, omfg, i have such a huge crush on her!!!!!
anywho.
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