"Heyy Geerad!" I heard the little boy yelling from across the yard.
"Hey Frankie!" I said, the question is, who is Frankie? We start running and we run to a nearby playground. "Why aren't you tired yet?" I look at him and he smiles.
"Because I told you, I'm cooler than you." He giggled.

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I hear a faint train screaming in the back of my head, it gets louder and the little boy's laugh fades away. Shaking away the tiredness from my head and I notice that my train is coming up, I stand next to three girls. Drunk as fuck and one of them tried to get my number but I told her in a very lukewarm monotone that I was gay. She rolled her eyes and went red when she found her friends laughing at her. I smirk and turn my head to find a couple making out, guessing it's there anniversary? The girl has a present and well they dressed very casual and yet very formal. Then there was a short person in front of me, they looked very masculine and very familiar. But I shrugged it all off and waited for the train to come to complete stop.
The train slowed down and stopped by the group of people who decided to stay out late and catch the second to last train, good idea guys. Yes I'm being a hypocrite but I'm really just hating on myself, like what kind of person goes out to see a vampire horror movie with a couple of classmates and decides not to play it safe and stay at a friends house? Oh yeah, that's me...Gerard stupid-paranoid-as-fuck Way. The train comes to a stop and I decide to take out my headphones and mp3 for the train ride, it's going to be about a 20-45 minute ride so I prepared myself. I walk on and sit next to the door so I can get my paranoid ass off the train once I reach home. I notice that I sat within two feet away from the short person, turns out it was dude. About my age, maybe younger I don't know. You can never tell these days to be honest, first you see a nice looking guy and he looks about 20 but turns out to be 16. But the dude was from what I could see was sort of cute, hey hey Gerard found a cute dude ain't that noice? David Bowie started to play and I realized that I wasn't hanging on and the train started up and I hit my head.
"Fuck." I heard giggles from the drunk girls sitting in the back. I sighed and removed my hand from where I got hit and soon I was bleeding. I knew this was a bad idea, I mean I knew life was a bad idea but this was all just bad idea.
There was the first stop, where the girls got off and I was left alone with the cute dude oh and with my blood. The couple ended up going to a nearby hotel once the train got near. I took out my headphones and put my mp3 in my pockets.
"Uhmm, are you okay?" I heard a cigarette infected deep voice coming from the left of me.
"Uhh no," I chuckle and look up, "Perhaps do you have anything that can help with the uhh bleeding?" I put more pressure on my head. I felt myself getting really tired I guess. I knew my eyes started to flutter and then soon enough it was all black.

Notes

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