Rock Bottom

All my life, people have always told me I was a strange human. I envied the people in our family who had been pronounced death and I drew gruesome pictures of something coming to take me away to where I belonged. I belonged anywhere but here.

I wasn't afraid of the other worlds, of death, of God, of the Devil, but I was afraid of myself. I needed to be kept away from others for the fear of tainting them with my unholy ways of thinking. Of the sick shit I would think of doing to them and their families. I didn't know what was wrong with me.

One day, I finally acted on it. Someone who deserved it, no worries. He was scum and he tormented the young people of this neighborhood. I didn't plan anything, it just happened. I broke into this home with my precious knife, the one I'd sharpened to all hell, and one by one I picked off his family. Sure, it was just him and his parents but I have to say that I enjoyed slicing his parents up. They raised a monster like their son, so really, they had it coming. His behavior is a learned trait, not genetic, and even if it was, they'd still deserve it.

I'd stabbed his mother in the throat and watched as she flailed around, promptly waking up the man sleeping next to her. I felt kinda bad that they had to die naked, but I shrugged it off and continued on my merry way. Before her husband could fully wake up, I sliced his throat, not wanting to wake up their sleeping son as I was saving him for last. I watched as they frantically grabbed for each other, holding hands as they drew closer and closer to death. I smiled down at them as I began to cut the woman from her chest to her stomach. Something about all her blood spewing everywhere made me laugh; it was a lot of fun. So I did the same to the man.

Just as their choked sobs died down, I stalked over to the other doors, opening and checking inside each until I came to the prized room. The son. He was asleep, looking like an innocent kid than the piece of shit I knew he was, with his earphones in and music blasting loud, it seemed. I walked over to his bed where he lay and stab him in the thigh, causing him to jolt up screaming. I chuckled at him as he stared up at me with tears on his face.

"No, no. No crying. You don't deserve it," I said calmly with a smile on my face. His sobs didn't stopped and it angered me. He had no right to cry. I grabbed his face harshly. "I said no crying!" I snarled. He quickly shut up, bringing my smile back to my face. Oh, man, this power was intense and I loved it. "Now, come on. There's something I want to show you, little junior." I walked to the door of his room and beckoned him along. "Don't make me tell you twice," I warned.

He limped his way over, whimpering in pain with each step he took with his stabbed leg. I led him over to his parents room and threw him to his knees.

"Oh, god! Why? Why are you doing this?!" He screamed, his eyes never leaving the blood pulps which are his parents. I leaned down closer to him.

"Haven't you been asked that question many times?" I asked. He shakily turned his head to look at me, eyes wide.

"I don't know what you mean, please!" He said.

"How many times have your little punching bags told you please, huh?!" I yelled. "How many times did you ignore it?!" I push him down. Because of how sick I am, I've studied the human body and all that medical shit to help me with moments like this, should I ever come across the people who need it. Like this moment. Right here at three o'clock in the morning. The freshest time for a death. Or two.

I raise my blade high above my head, and strike down on his spinal cord as hard as I can. I'm not going to kill him, but I'm not just going to let him walk out of this situation. I know, I know, too soon for jokes like that. His screams are like a fucking lullaby and I know I'm going to sleep easily tonight. I won't ever forget the hoarse sound of pain ripping from his throat.

I sighed in pure satisfaction and move to the house phone by the parents bedside. I grab it, blood from my fingers smearing the device, and I take it back to the son, tossing it at his head.

"Here, call the police, tell them what happened and tell them why. Start the sentence with 'I'm a piece of shit,' okay? After that, tell them it's the teenager who lives across the street from you. Tell them it was Frank Iero, and don't fucking butcher my last name, got it?" I said. He nods hazily, losing consciousness. I kneel down by his head and pick it up by his hair, getting a groan out of him. "Don't forget," I pause. "That this was your fault. Next time, treat people better," I say, ending it with a smile. I chuckle softly and let his head fall to the ground, just as his eyes close. I roll my eyes. "Fucking pussy," I mutter as I dial the police.

"I killed two people and paralyzed the kid. Might wanna get here fast or the kid is gonna die. We can't have that, can we? He still needs to tell you who I am," i say and then toss the phone in the bloody sheets of this parents mess.

I got home and take a shower, washing the blood off of me and then sit in my bed, smiling at the wondrous act I'd just done, the favor I'd just done to those kids who will act like it was the so terrible, but know that it was the best fucking thing that has happened to them yet. Honestly, it takes longer than I thought for them to come get me. An entire twenty-four hours. An entire fucking SWAT team bursts through my doors and yell at me to freeze.

"Well, it's about damn time, guys!" I exclaim with a smile and clap of my hands. They say nothing, just continue on keeping their guns pointed at me. A man in a suit comes walking in, but doesn't move past the barrels pointed at me.

"Frank Iero, you're under arrest for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and the deadly assault of their son James Wilson. Come peacefully and you won't get hurt," I said, holding his badge up. I laugh because that's just funny.

"Okay, okay," I say. "Well, you're going to have to kill me, so just giving you a heads up." I shrug my shoulders.

"It doesn't have to end like this, Frank," he says. I roll my eyes.

"This isn't a movie, man. You can't just say that shit-line and think it'll help me turn over a new leaf. I was born this way. Nothing but death is going to stop me," I say. I know I stand no chance, and that's exactly what I want, when I go for the gun under my blankets. The bullets don't even hurt and, in a way, I'm grateful. I deserve the pain, yes, but I'm glad none came. The man in the suit rushed to my side and held my face.

"Why, Frank? Why did you do it?" He asked I smiled and choked out my response.

"Better off without me," I exhale and then my eyes close. It's a type of feeling I can't describe. Not exactly free, but not imprisoned. It's in-between. Like I will be free eventually, when I find my own way through the darkness I woke up in. I've wandered for what feels like months and I don't mind it. Occasionally, I pass a childhood memory and I feel a smile creep onto my face and it feels nice. I guess even monsters like me deserve some kind of happy ending.

"Do you know where you are?" A hidden voice questioned. Their soft angelic voice echoed around me, wrapping me in its strange warmth. I felt safe, unaffected, at ease, you name it.

I smiled, almost happily, content, "I'm where I belong," I answered. He stepped out of the darkness, briefly blinding me with the brightness of his hazel eyes. They looked dead, but held hope. His shoulder length black hair was wildly unkempt and I knew this was my happy ending. I didn't have to worry about being a danger to him, because those gruesome thoughts had left me when the bullets went out through my back. I should find a way to thank those guys one day.

"You're Frank," he said. I nodded, smiling at him. He returned it and stepped closer.

"I'm Gerard," he says, looking around at the emptiness of the darkness surrounding us. "Looks like we're in this together."

"I'm not seeing it as a bad thing," I wink. His cheeks become red as he tries to hide his smile.

"Yeah, neither do I."

Notes

Just to let everyone know, this is in no way how I feel about people. I'm pretty indifferent to most. I just watch a lot of dark shit and it shows, as you can see.

I'm pretty much going to be writing stuff like this, so hopefully at least one person is into it. Thanks for reading.