Hopeless Hearts

Frank's car slowly pulled up in front of his new house, a small and shabby one-story house. It was just the perfect size for him and his mom. "Here we are, Frankie!" she chimed happily, though Frank didn't he hear. His ears were filled with the music of his favorite bands, playing through his earbuds.
His mom looked at him for a moment, shaking her head before pulling them out of his ears. "I know you're upset, Frankie," she told him, her voice begging for forgiveness. "I can't help it, I had to come here. There was no more work left in our other town, and I want to be able to afford to get you nice things."
Frank looked over with a sigh. "I know. Sorry, mom." He said, leaning to hug her. He couldn't help but forgive her when she used that tone of voice, he hated her being sad. He put his phone away and got out of the car, grabbing the few boxes of his that came in the car instead of by moving truck. He brought them into his new house, putting the boxes down as he stepped in and took a deep breath. He had never seen the house in person, his mom was the one who had picked it out for the two of them on her own. He stood in the doorway until his mom came up behind him, scaring him as she said "Hey, what are you doing hun? you get the basement, it's right down the hall and to the left."
Frank nodded and followed her instructions, sighing as he went down the stairs. He threw his boxes to the side, a cigarette pack falling out of his hoodie pocket as he did. He looked at it for a moment, wondering if he should, and ultimately deciding that it would be a good stress relief. He ran back up the stairs, leaving the house and taking the pack of cigarettes with him. Afraid his mom would look out the back window and see him, he walked out into the alley and stood behind his garage.
He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, breathing the smoke in before exhaling it, though he didn't breathe in another time as his attention was drawn to the scene of a boy yelling as a half-naked girl ran out his back door. Frank watched from across the alley as the two spat slurs and insults at each other, and finally ending as the boy through an empty wine bottle at the girl's feet. As it shattered, she ran out of the yard, and the boy walked to his back gate to watch her run down the alley.
"Hey." he said nonchalantly to Frank. "I'm Gerard. Welcome to the neighborhood."
Frank was about to respond, but the boy had already turned around and started walking back into his house. "O-oh.. ok." Frank said quietly to himself, taking another drag of the cigarette before deciding he was no longer interested. He threw the cigarette to the ground, stomped on it with his foot, and slid the rest of the pack back into his hoodie pocket as he went back inside.
Once inside his house, he retreated again to his basement. He sat on the bed, which had been delivered earlier to the house along with a few other things of his, and he pulled off his hoodie. He was wearing a tee-shirt under and as he took off his hoodie he saw all the cuts, old and new alike, all over his arms.
Frank sighed, looking up at his ceiling miserably.

He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep himself alive, and this did not seem like the kind of place that would help him.

Notes

Hi! Sorry this beginning chapter is a bit boring, I promise it'll get better in the next one!