He Expected The World

When my eyes fluttered open, immense pain rolled over me. "Ow!" Where the first words that flew out of my mouth. Tears began to form in my eyes, "What the hell happened!?" I cried out. That's when I noticed another person, a woman, who looked to be in her fifties, with long, graying brown hair, and sunken green eyes, standing by the window, "My son attacked you." Her voice was worn out and raspy. "I'm sorry."
I looked at her, "Why are you apologizing?" I questioned, Frank should be apologizing, not his mother, but then again, what did I expect. I had been warned against associating with Frank Iero. I did it anyways. That's just the type of person I am. I don't heed warnings.
Anyways, the woman ignored me, and simply left the room, probably to go home, or work out legal issues. My dad stomped in, "Your aunt is NOT allowed to take you to work anymore!" He shouted, causing me to flinch. "Too bad." I hissed in response, "I want to go!" He dropped something on my lap. "This is from that Frank kid."
Hello Ivy,
I'm very sorry for breaking your wrist... I hope you wont hate me after this... everybody hates me... So I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyways, you wanted to know about Gerard... and my scar.
Gerard is a man who came to me when I was twelve. I don't remember what triggered him, all I remember is that he was sitting next to my hospital bed when I woke up, and he was the only one there. I didn't know who he was, but he looked pretty beat up. He had firetruck red hair, and a laughing smile on his face. His eyes were bright green and very lively. He told me his name, and we spoke for awhile, and then my mom came in, and asked me who I was talking to. No one else could see Gerard, and when I mentioned his name, the whole room grew frigid. I thought for sure I had done something wrong, but after a moment everyone relaxed and ignored the whole Gerard thing. When I looked over for him, he was gone.
Anyways, I started to dream about him, and he started to show up more. Every day his wounds got better, and he got brighter. He grew with me, and he grew on me. I love him a lot, and he's the greatest person I've ever met, no matter if he isn't real.
He may be one of the reason's that I'm here, but nothing matters as long as he stays with me forever...
Now I won't tell you about the scar, but I'll tell you about myself.
My name is Frank Anthony Iero Jr. I'm thirty two years old, and I love music. I play guitar, and I sing. I have a problem with people yelling, and I don't like to be laughed at. I have obvious anger issues. I have never fallen in love, and I never will. I don't like people. You seem interesting enough though.
I love tattoos and plan to get more once I get out of this hell hole. I have three piercings, you've seen those though.
My parents names are Caroline and Frank Iero (Sr.). They never come to see me anymore... no one does, not after Aunt Heather died.
That was all.
Yours truly
Frankie

Notes

So, I was bored in class today, and I was reading "The Perks of being a Wallflower" and I was reading the tunnel part, and I got an idea, so I wrote the last chapter of this story, and I'm really wanting to share it, so if you want to hear it, message me, and you'll know how it ends.