You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break

"Shut up pipsqueak!" One of the larger boys shouted, slamming Frank against his locker as he tried to protest. "How have ya been ya gay little fag?" The larger, senior boy teased. "...Itsy bitsy Iero..." Said another one as he turned the dial on the locker. At the point they knew his combination by heart. As the door swung open the three of them laughed, shoving him inside the metal coffin, "Went up the water spout." He continued, slamming the door. After a moment Frank felt cold liquid splashing over his head, "Down came the rain, but itsy bitsy Iero doesn't get to come out." He chanted. The largest boy kicked the locker, and the three walked away. "Great... Friday afternoon." Frank mumbled, placing his hand against the grate of the locker.
Time ticked slowly by, "Anyone wanna let me out?" He shouted as people passed by his locker. Of course he was ignored. No one in this school liked him. Frank kicked and pounded at the locker, trying to break it open. "GOD DAMN IT LET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS FUCKING LOCKER!" Frank shouted as a pair of girls walked past. He ended up scaring the shit out of them and they ran off.
After about another hour, Frank gave up. He gave the locker one last kick and adjusted himself. He began to feel claustrophobic, and his breaths became short. God, he hated that stupid senior... Gerard was his name. Suddenly Frank heard laughing from outside his locket, and saw a pair of yellow-green eyes looking at him. "You look like a drowned rat." The speakers voice was friendly, and maybe masculine... could be a lesbian chick though. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Frank grumbled, "Wanna let me out of here?"
"Combination?" Yellow eyes asked. "Er... seventeen..." After a moment the yellow eyes met Frank's gaze again, "Twenty-one." Frank continued, "And...?" Yellow eyes said after a moment, "Three." Frank finished. As the locker door swung open, Frank toppled out, falling on his rescuer. He immediately recognized yellow eyes as Mikey Way, the younger brother of his bully. Frank rolled off of him, and laughed, saying girlishly, "My hero!" Mikey joined him in laughter.
"Mikes, don't tell me that you've become a fag too." That voice was like nails on a chalk board to Frank's ears.

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