Third Person POV

Frank did as he was told and drove to school, his mother was seemingly a nice lady.. but Frank hated his punishments.

This one time when he was eight, his mother got drunk and locked him in the closet because he took a candy bar from Walgreens without paying for it.

And there was another time when he was eleven, he got suspended for sassing a teacher. His mother deprived him of food for two days.

'Nice Christian women have their ups and downs. She just does a better job of hiding in plain sight than other bible thumpers. Always smiling and acting like the cool mom, she doesn't know I can smell the booze coming off her morning after breathe? I'm not an idiot, I can.'

Frank wrote in his journal before putting it in the back seat. He always wrote an entry before and after school, it's something his old therapist made him do after his parents split, when he was thirteen.. his mother was having an affair with the church's pastor.

The scandal resorted them to move to New York, but his mother hated the city feel, so they moved down to Belleville two years later.

Frank sighed and got out of his car, bracing himself for a world of hell.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his waste.

"Shit." he ran back to his car and unlocked it. "Forgot my phone.." he reached around before getting his cellular and his ear buds.

I sighed as he turned his music on and slipped the buds into his ears. Misfits blaring 'Lost In Space.'
Although he prefers Danzig as the lead singer, Michael had this sweet as honey voice that he couldn't get enough of.

'Of all the things they taught you, I'm telling you this, son
All the wars fought before won't compare to this one
Giant spiders prepare... to take over!'

Frank involuntarily head banged, while making his way through the school. Music was the only thing that kept him from worrying about Gerard and his little Ku-Klux-Klan of boys in white.
His own version of therapy, rather medicines.. or the bible.

He happily walked over to his locker to empty out his book bag.


'Am I following...all of the right leads?
Or am I about to get lost in space?
When my time comes, they'll write my destiny
Will you take this ride?'
The music blared so loud, everyone else could hear. But that didn't make a difference, nobody paid attention to teeny-tiny freshmens with a bad attitude.

Frank quietly sang along as he gathered the rest of the stuff he did need for homeroom and first period.
'All communication's lost, we crashed into the Earth
Too late to see a giant spider monster giving birth
The future is here... and here is the future!'

Frank cautiously looked around, no sign of his bully. He happily sighed and made his way to the bathroom.

The room smelled like shit, the lights were dim and flickering.

"What the hell are they paying custodians for if they can't even fiberize the god damn place? They get paid a cent less than teachers, please, mop the piss off the floor."
A snobby voice came from the end of the bathroom.

Frank froze, someone else was in there.

He heaved a breathe off fresh air and made way to the sinks.
He turned on the water, it wasn't clear. It had a yellow, piss like tint. He shook his head "It's like they connected the pipes or something." he mumbled to himself.

The whole bathroom was quiet after that.

"Whose there" the voice came from the end of the bathroom.
Frank was silent.

"..Nobody, I'll be leaving in a sec-.."
The voice made it's way over to Frank. A tall boy with brown hair and glasses stood in front of him. Frank bit his lip, in fear of being hit.

"Shit man, you're right." The boy looked past him to the water.
Frank's eyes bulged out of his head.
The boy laughed.

"You okay man, looks like you seen a ghost.."

Frank took a second to put himself back together.
"Sorry.. I'm not used to normal conversations.."

The boy looked him down head to toe. "From the looks of you, you look like you're a loud mouth."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "Oh.." he bit his lip.

"I mean, your shirt says cunt.. and you've got piercings... so-.."

"So.. don't judge a book by it's cover, because the pages read 'fucking prick'" A voice cut in.

The tall boy with brown hair and glasses, shot his eyes to the another kid, behind Frank.

"I..should be going.. by the way, I'm Mikey.. I'll look for you at lunch."

Frank's eyes darted down to his shoes, and he nodded.

"Bye..?"

"Frank."

Mikey gave a strained smile.. "Frank."

Frank knew exactly who was behind him, he could recognize that voice from anywhere.

Even if it had been only a few days, sense they've known each other.

" 'm not gay." he mumbled.

"Oh stop lying to yourself.." Gerard said sweetly.

"Turn around and face me.."

Frank slowly turned and met Gerard's eyes. They were fiery, hazel. Gerard glared at him with those orbs.

"Don't look at me."

"But yo..you said t-t..to turn a-rou-..round." Frank stumbled through his words.

"Doesn't mean you gotta stare at me!" Gerard lunged towards Frank, who slipped away.

"Well what do you want me to do? Close my fucking eyes every time you wanna talk shit to my face..?"

"Big words for such a little man!" Gerard spat into Frank's ear. Who shrunk down and began to cry..
Gerard chuckled, Frank shot him a nasty look. So he balled his fist up and brought it to Frank's face.

Frank squealed and ran out of the bathroom.

Gerard ran after him and pushed him into the lockers. Frank fell head first and cried.

"Stop!"

"Make me, faggot!"

Frank went into possum mode as Gerard kicked him again .. and again.

"Fuck you.." Frank whispered to himself.

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