Sirens come and take me away.

"Are you sure you guys are okay?" My neighbor, Glenda, cooed, "I have plenty to to spare for the, less fortunate." Glenda chuckled, clasping her boney fingers together as her eyes traveled down my silhouette. I kept my eyes concentrated on her rings. They hung so far from her fingers, I wondered how she could even lift her hands. But who could blame her, she just had to have big rings to match the huge stone that hung from her thin neck.
Glenda was so extra. She always had the newest, nicest clothes available. I'm pretty sure I've never seen her wear the same outfit twice out of the four years we've lived next to each other. Nothing in her home lasted any longer than two years (including her husbands). Poor Glenda. She could afford anything she could ever possibly want and still not have enough to tie a man down.

"I promise we are completely fine, Glenda. I'll definitely let you know if we need anything." I reassured her.

We go through this nearly every week. I don't like to think of my family as poor. I mean, sure her house towered over ours, but we have a nice system. We pay our bills on time. We were doing just fine.

"Well, you better keep that promise, little Frankie. Remember I know your mom. She tells me everything, buddy."

I chuckled softly, nodding, "Yes ma'am. I know. I'll definitely keep you informed."

I smiled sweetly at her as I walked to our side of the small fence that separated our highly contrasted homes. I never really minded Glenda constantly looking down on my mother and I. She meant well. Yes, everyone in the neighborhood knew she was the richest, but it wasn't like she flaunted it. Unlike her precious son. I sighed plopping a cigarette in between my lips, patting my jeans in search of a lighter.

"Need a light?" An unknown voice asked from beside me. I looked up finding a taller man standing next to me.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

The man reached into his pocket pulling out a small white lighter passing it over to me. "I'm Gerard by the way." The man spoke up as he pushed his greasy black hair away from his eyes, "Gerard Way!" He prompted proudly.

"Oh yeah?" I mumbled out as I lit the end of my cigarette.

"Yeah! My family and I just moved across the ally."

"And how did you end up in my yard?" I questioned before blowing out smoke.

Gerard's entire face turned a slight pink, his gaze dropping to the ground where his shoes scratched against the rocks beneath them , "Well, you seemed like the only interesting person here so far. So, I kinda just came over in hopes we could talk."

"Well, look at that dreams do come true. I'm Frank."

Gerard let out a laugh as he looked back up at me. It looked like he was going to say something, but he was cut off by a small yell that echoed from my neighbor's house followed by a slammed door.
I stepped forward seeing Glenda's son, David, storming away from the house, his worried mother scurrying after him. Glenda stopped at the porch, clutching onto the railing.

"David! Please don't drive angry! It's not safe, baby!" She cried out.

David turned around to respond to Glenda, but his eyes caught mine almost instantly. David shot me a smug smirk before spinning on his heel and continuing towards his car. He jumped inside and soon the high pitched squeal of his tires drowned out any of his mother's pleas. It wasn't long before he was completely out of eyeshot.

Glenda sighed, still clutching onto her railing, "I love you, David." She whispered out before finding her way back inside, her long robe trailing behind her.

"My god, what a show! Does stuff like that happen a lot around here?" Gerard applauded.

"Constantly. That kid, David, he's quite the drama queen."

"I can tell." Gerard retorted as he pressed a cigarette against his lips.

I stared at Gerard. I noticed he had a slanted mouth. It seemed like his lips had fixated on keeping his cigarette in between them as he spoke. And his teeth were quite small. I envisioned huge chucks of teeth still stuck in his gums, too stubborn to push their way out.

Gerard suddenly spoke up drawing me out of my own thoughts, "You know what? It's not fair."

I hummed in response, pulling my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Why do they get everything." Gerard grumbled, "Why do they deserve to be treated like royalty simply because of their wealth."

"Well, if I'm on track, I'd like to believe they worked hard for what they have." I replied, dropping what was left of my cigarette before pressing it into the ground with the tip of my shoe.

"Not all of them! I heard Glenda got her money from a nasty divorce!"

"Wait. How'd you know that?" I questioned. Gerard said he just moved in. How could he possibly already know such things.

Gerard's cheeks flushed with red once again, "My mom is quite the gossip spreader. The second we decided on getting the house she informed me in on about nearly everyone." Gerard seemed quite embarrassed by his mother's bad habit, "Except for, well, you. She knew nothing about you or your family. I'm guessing because you don't broadcast your drama."

He had a point. Anytime anything happened in this neighborhood it spread like wildfire. Someone could trip while walking their dog and everyone on our street would know. The power of snobby middle aged women never ceased to amaze me.

"That could be it." My mother never liked speaking to the other adults around us. For obvious reasons.

"I'm sorry. I'm just agitated." Gerard sighed, "I guess I'm just tired of my family being looked down on for not having the biggest mansion or the nicest clothes."

"I can understand that." I placed a hand on Gerard's shoulder in some type of attempt to calm him.

Gerard let my hand rest against him as he continued on, "There's just part of me that wishes I could just take something from one of them. Make them understand they aren't so special after all."

I couldn't help but laugh, "What could you possibly take from any of them. They can easily replace literally anything."

"Not a life."

I dropped my hand of of Gerard's shoulder, "What do you mean?"

"They can't replace a life, Frank."

"Well, I mean yeah, but-"

"Tell me why they deserve to get everything, Frank." Gerard demanded.

"Well, I don't know. It's just how things are. It's how they've always been."

"Exactly. Why can't we change that??"

"Gerard," I sighed out, "How in the hell are we gonna do that?"

Gerard shrugged, "I'm not sure. We just need to make them realize they can't just hide behind their money. We need to make them see they're not invincible."

"And how the hell are we-"

"Glenda!" Gerard suddenly burst out, cutting me off, "She's the richest if we go after her everyone else will be realize they aren't safe!"

"Exactly. She's the richest. She could have everything in her house stolen and have it replace within a week."

"Well, like a said. She can't replace a life."

I chuckled softly, "What are we gonna do steal one of her boyfriends. They never stay long anyway."

Gerard gently tugged on his bottom lip, "David. He's obviously pretty important to her."

"You wanna kidnap David?" I scoffed.

"We could always just kill him."

Notes

Oh man. Here's a story I've wanted to start for a long time. I hope you guys enjoy it.