Company
Stop Drop And Roll.
3rd Person POV
Gerard strattled Frank as he planted punches onto his face and body. Over and over again. Frank had been long gone, unconscious. He went out like a light whenever Gerard slammed his head onto the lockers.. once or five times.
Gerard thought as to why Frankie-Dear was such an easy target. Maybe it was his skittish personality.. no.. no.. it's his eyes. Those deep hazel eyes read so innocent, despite the clothes on his back. Gerard was jealous of his innocence.
The beating would perhaps open them to reality.. The pain that Gerard was bringing would give him insight as to what the real world was like.
'Yeah, Insight.' Gerard thought to himself... 'Insight...'
After a few more minutes of beating, Gerard grew tired and frankly, bored.
He looked down at Frank, what a complete and utter mess he was.
His face was beyond ...well.. fucked. Gerard smirked. Work here is done.
Frank's eyes had even swelled shut. At least he wouldn't be able to look at Gerard.
And see how broken he really was. How imperfect his features are.. his weird nose and his hideous round face shape. His black greasy hair.
Gerard didn't want Franks pretty little eyes scoping out his flaws. Double standards, I'm aware.
"Fuck.." Gerard stood up and saw that he had blood on his clothes.. and knuckles. He would totally get pinned for this.
"Shit." Gerard balled his hands into a fist and banged around his head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" he growled.
Than he sat down beside Frank, blood splashed as he did so.
"What the fuck am I gonna do?" he breathed. "I can't go home.."
Gerard sat up and thought for a few seconds but soon came to a righteous conclusion.
He started to hit himself hard, over and over again in the stomach.
He then threw himself into the lockers, "Damn it" , he hissed. He did so until he couldn't feel it anymore.
Gerard stood still for a second, thinking of his next act.. carefully.
He wrapped his long pale fingers, now bloody, around his neck and started to squeeze. He squeezed until there wasn't a fighting breathe left in his body.
He fell to the floor, right beside Frank.. a less, but still bloody mess.
Mikey's POV
The second period bell rang as I stuffed my books into my satchel.. or man purse. Fuck you, don't judge me.
Finally, biology is over on to English.
I smile as I fish for my iPod. And plug my ear buds into my ears.. obviously.
Placebo's 1996 'Pure Morning' rang through my ears.
As they say, a song a day keeps the tight asses away.
As I opened the door to the hallway, I felt something was wrong. It's just a gut feeling. You know?
And then, I heard a girly screech through my buds. I ripped them off and stepped into the hallway.
A sea of people were all going one way.. so I decided to be a mindless drone. I followed them.
I was taken to a sea of people, all in a circle. "Oh shit." someone said.
"What?" I growled, annoyed.
A bunch of murmurs and horrified voice followed suit.
I rolled my eyes and pushed past the crowd to see something I'd never unsee.
My brother.
He had bruises and cuts that has blood streaming to other peoples shoes. There were even finger marks on his neck, he had been strangled.
But his appearance was no match to the kid next to him. I couldn't even Identify him, that's how fucking busted he was.
But it's a good thing he fought back.
Who knows what could have happened, Gerard could have killed him.
Hell, he might actually be dead.
Sooner or later a few teachers came and shooed all the kids away to next period. But I got to stay.
"He's my brother.." I grumble to Mr.Bedulya. He nods, "I'm aware."
"I'm gonna go call the parents .. would you please .. in some magical way bring them down the nurses room. Drag em' if you gotta."
I nodded, "Okay."
Gerard strattled Frank as he planted punches onto his face and body. Over and over again. Frank had been long gone, unconscious. He went out like a light whenever Gerard slammed his head onto the lockers.. once or five times.
Gerard thought as to why Frankie-Dear was such an easy target. Maybe it was his skittish personality.. no.. no.. it's his eyes. Those deep hazel eyes read so innocent, despite the clothes on his back. Gerard was jealous of his innocence.
The beating would perhaps open them to reality.. The pain that Gerard was bringing would give him insight as to what the real world was like.
'Yeah, Insight.' Gerard thought to himself... 'Insight...'
After a few more minutes of beating, Gerard grew tired and frankly, bored.
He looked down at Frank, what a complete and utter mess he was.
His face was beyond ...well.. fucked. Gerard smirked. Work here is done.
Frank's eyes had even swelled shut. At least he wouldn't be able to look at Gerard.
And see how broken he really was. How imperfect his features are.. his weird nose and his hideous round face shape. His black greasy hair.
Gerard didn't want Franks pretty little eyes scoping out his flaws. Double standards, I'm aware.
"Fuck.." Gerard stood up and saw that he had blood on his clothes.. and knuckles. He would totally get pinned for this.
"Shit." Gerard balled his hands into a fist and banged around his head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" he growled.
Than he sat down beside Frank, blood splashed as he did so.
"What the fuck am I gonna do?" he breathed. "I can't go home.."
Gerard sat up and thought for a few seconds but soon came to a righteous conclusion.
He started to hit himself hard, over and over again in the stomach.
He then threw himself into the lockers, "Damn it" , he hissed. He did so until he couldn't feel it anymore.
Gerard stood still for a second, thinking of his next act.. carefully.
He wrapped his long pale fingers, now bloody, around his neck and started to squeeze. He squeezed until there wasn't a fighting breathe left in his body.
He fell to the floor, right beside Frank.. a less, but still bloody mess.
Mikey's POV
The second period bell rang as I stuffed my books into my satchel.. or man purse. Fuck you, don't judge me.
Finally, biology is over on to English.
I smile as I fish for my iPod. And plug my ear buds into my ears.. obviously.
Placebo's 1996 'Pure Morning' rang through my ears.
As they say, a song a day keeps the tight asses away.
As I opened the door to the hallway, I felt something was wrong. It's just a gut feeling. You know?
And then, I heard a girly screech through my buds. I ripped them off and stepped into the hallway.
A sea of people were all going one way.. so I decided to be a mindless drone. I followed them.
I was taken to a sea of people, all in a circle. "Oh shit." someone said.
"What?" I growled, annoyed.
A bunch of murmurs and horrified voice followed suit.
I rolled my eyes and pushed past the crowd to see something I'd never unsee.
My brother.
He had bruises and cuts that has blood streaming to other peoples shoes. There were even finger marks on his neck, he had been strangled.
But his appearance was no match to the kid next to him. I couldn't even Identify him, that's how fucking busted he was.
But it's a good thing he fought back.
Who knows what could have happened, Gerard could have killed him.
Hell, he might actually be dead.
Sooner or later a few teachers came and shooed all the kids away to next period. But I got to stay.
"He's my brother.." I grumble to Mr.Bedulya. He nods, "I'm aware."
"I'm gonna go call the parents .. would you please .. in some magical way bring them down the nurses room. Drag em' if you gotta."
I nodded, "Okay."
Notes
Sorry I haven't had a nice updating schedule. I've been depressed. I wanted to go get out of the house but I had (have) no where to go, I feel trapped and that's really bringing me down. And now I can't get out of my own bed.
I live with my aunt and cousins and they're always filling my ear with bullshit so I don't see a reason to even go on.
@petewentztheemogod
also in the last chapter i mentioned how Gerard wanted to do dirty things wt Frank and so in this chapter he let those
feelings overcome his his sense of rationality
10/25/16