Guys Like You Don't Last Here

Breathing. That's all I heard.
Well, it isn't like the men in the car were going to start talking and have a happy conversation. Hell, they won't even let me sit in a seat. I'm laying on the ground, my hands cuffed behind me, and a cloth around my mouth. I don't know who these men are, why I am here, and what they are doing.
I don't remember anything.
Well, that isn't particularly true. I remember my name, Gerard Arthur Way, and I remember I have a little brother named Mikey.
Mikey.
I didn't even think about Mikey until now. Oh god, he must be so worried. How will he take care of himself? I really hope one of his friends will take him in, I can't stand to see Mikey alone.
No one left for him.
A sharp turn happens, and my head bangs against the bottom of the seat. My thoughts of Mikey cleared away, now all I felt was the burning rush of pain shooting throughout my head.

"Quinn, we are here. Get the boy out of the car. You know what else to do. Make sure you take him to cell 8, and tell frank to not touch the boy, or Frank will fall all the way back to stage one." The hooded man driving says as we park in a dark alley. The door swings open, and Quinn wrenches me to my feet. My shoulder muscles ache from his strength, and I whimper in pain.

"Shut your mouth bitch. Now get on your knees. And don't make a sound." Quinn orders. I follow them helplessly, getting down onto my knees, and I felt a thick, black strip of fabric cover my eyes. Great. Now I couldn't see a goddamned thing.

Once we got to wherever I was supposed to be put, I felt the cuffs be cut off. I rubbed my hands on my wrists, trying to soothe the ache.

"Frank, Bert is ordering you to not touch this boy like how you do to most willing fellows. If you do, Bert will bring you back to stage one. Where you and the boy can work your way up again together." Quinn laughs. I pull off my blindfold as he shuts the door, and notice right away there's a guy in front of me.

"Hi kid. Let me get this straight. I'm Frank Iero. I'm at stage nine in this shithole. You're, a newcomer. Just some pretty-boy they want to break. Been there, done that. They usually don't put with stage ones. I've never been near someone as innocent, as clean, as pretty as you since they took me. But don't be scared, I won't hurt you. I don't do that to anyone unless they want too. Well, I couldn't even if you wanted too. I mean, I wouldn't see why you wouldn't, just look at me." The guy said in a fast-paced voice. I looked at him up and down, almost feeling commanded. I shrug.

I raise my hands to untie the gag, when Frank puts a hand up, stopping me. "Awh, you sure you want to do that? I enjoyed that pretty pink color. It brings out your eyes." He smirked. Not wanting to attract this creepy guy more, I untie it and throw it in the corner. I go to the empty bed in the corner and sit down.

"You're not going to tell me your name? Or, anything?" Frank asks. He seems... concerned.

"My name, is Gerard Way. I have a younger brother, Mikey. That is it. My family. And I don't know what Mikey is going to do with me gone." I whimper, already feeling tears cloud my eyes. Frank sighs, and looks down. He shifts his feet back and forth, almost like he is thinking of ways to comfort me. He rambles through a drawer beside his bed, and pulls out a bracelet looking thing. He throws it across the room and I catch it. As I examine the object, it turns out to be an armband, with a strange cross-like symbol on it.

"It's my armband. See that symbol? I drew it, and decided to make a symbol when I was younger. I made the armband not short after, and I would always wear it. I was wearing it when they took me, and I was able to keep it. But, you need it. And I want you to have it." Frank explains. I raise my eyebrow, still immensely confused.

"Okay, yeah, you're confused, I see. Wear this, at all times, the guys will know not to pick on you. That you're with me, and soon enough, you'll get out of stage one. And hopefully, just out."

I started comprehending what Frank was saying, and strapped the band around my thin arm. It was a little big, probably from all the other people he let borrow it.

"Who else wore this?" I ask. Frank laughs.

"Only me. But not anymore. I need you to keep it." Frank smiles. I gasp in shock, still trying to understand why he would give me the only thing he has left from home.

"Why are you giving it to someone you just met? Why am I so, special?" I tremble. Frank stands up, and sits beside me on my bed, putting a hand on my knee. His soothing touch calmed me down.

"Because I'm going to get you out of here Gerard Way. Guys like you don't last here, and I couldn't bare to see your brother alone."

Notes

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