Like Teenage Razorblades [Hiatus]
The First Encounter.
The Victim's POV
I pull a hand through my hair, my stomach clenching tightly as I stepped into Belleville High, trying to make myself believe it would be better than my last school in California, that I wouldn't get judged, but the wishing was futile because I just knew it wouldn't be any better.
''Come on,'' I whisper to myself, feeling the sensation of dread fill the pit of my stomach, stirring fear and discomfort along with it.
Just as I was about to go into the main office - a safe haven as of right now - I was stopped, finding myself pressed against the wall with a pair of forest green eyes gawking into mine, defiance twinkling in them, as if the emotion was dancing in the young girls eyes.
''Come on, you're coming with me,'' she says tugging me away from the main office, leaving me trying to scramble from her but once again, it was futile because the girl had at least twenty pounds on me, and I'm pretty sure half of it was muscle.
''Your name is Frank Iero, your were born on October 31, 1981 and you're fifteen, going to be sixteen in four months. Your mom divorced your father, moved from California, and now, well, here we are.'' the girl says with a beaming smile before making me sit down on the dirty white bench that rested right out in the front of the school.
How does she know that about me?
She giggles, handing me a manila folder. When I looked inside, I saw it had all my information in it, including my health records and everything else you can imagine.
''Why do you have this? Who are you?'' I ask, teeth clenched together. Not even five minutes into the school day and some girl is already creeping me out.
''I did you a favor, Frank. The guy with the lip ring? His name is Bob Bryar. He's a friend of...'' her voice drops down to a low tone, Gerard Way. Whom-I-Just-Named must never be said aloud, because he has people all over the school doing his dirty work for him. He goes after the new kids, and because you seem so innocent kid, I helped you out. Stay away from....you know who.'' And, just like that, the girl was gone.
Groaning, I slid the manila folder into my bag and make my way down the hall, keeping my eyes casted down to the floor, the name Vanessa ghosting around in my head, and each time I had enough time to actually think, the girl who supposedly saved me came to mind.
With a final sigh, I make my way into my first class, unaware of the boy with dirty blonde hair and glasses glancing at me with a look of sympathy etched across his face.
xoxoxo
The girl that ''saved me'' from Gerard Way - who, I still have no clue who he is - is named Vanessa Tucker. She goes to the counselor because apparently, she's a kleptomaniac which is how she got my information folder so easily.
''What does Ge-'' Vanessa stops me, glaring so I stop and reword my sentence.
''What does he look like? I mean, I could have passed him and I would never have known.'' I ask, taking a small bite of my cheese and lettuce sandwich before swallowing, watching as she answered carefully, looking around her.
''He has black hair with some greenish dye at the top - which is poorly added, by the way, - and he's really pale. Anyway, don't go near him - he's evil.''
I toss the rest of my sandwich out, feeling slightly fat for eating it. When I lived back in California my friend Hambone used to eat the other half of my sandwich, so I barely ate any of it, feeling oddly home sick.
''Nope,'' Vanessa says popping on the 'P', beaming. ''I'm kinda chubby Frankster, he only goes after the skinny ones.'' a dark look plastered her face, ''even if he isn't a Skinny Minnie.''
I nod slowly, taking a drink of my juice before tossing that away, too, standing up to get a napkin but was stopped by Vanessa who bolted over to me, gripping my wrist and zig-zagging past tables, escaping the comfortable contents of the cafeteria.
''Hey - stop! Come on Vanessa, let me go!'' I whine, struggling in her firm iron-like grasp. I was scared, actually. Vanessa isn't one of those flight girls, that run away from things that scare her, because she believes that if you're close enough to punch them, you're close enough to steal something from them.
''You aren't trying to steal something from me, are you?'' I groan, struggling even more, ''I thought you promised you wouldn't!''
Vanessa stops now, once we were out of sight from the cafeteria. Her eyes looked fuzzy with adrenalin and I wondered what could have possibly made her act so strange.
''I'm not trying to steal from you, Frank! I just saved your butt!'' She growls, letting my wrist go. I swallow hard, despair settling into the pit of my stomach.
''From...what? What did you save me from?'' I ask quietly, feeling like I had missed out on something. What had Vanessa seen but I hadn't?
Vanessa looked exasperated now. ''He was right behind you, Frank! He was...he looked your way. You can't leave my sight, now! You....he's a bad guy, Frank. He gets off on making people doing things! He's...disgusting. Yeah. He's disgusting.''
''Who?'' I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it. I wanted to hear his name roll off her lips again, I wanted to see the defiance in her eyes again.
''Gerard Way. He was...he was behind you.''
I nod, wanting to see scared but I couldn't. What kinda of ''things'' did he make people do to him?
''What does this mean?'' I ask, cocking an eyebrow at her, thoughts scattering everywhere.
Vanessa looked sad, now, like someone had killed her puppy.
''It means you're dead meat, Frank.''
I pull a hand through my hair, my stomach clenching tightly as I stepped into Belleville High, trying to make myself believe it would be better than my last school in California, that I wouldn't get judged, but the wishing was futile because I just knew it wouldn't be any better.
''Come on,'' I whisper to myself, feeling the sensation of dread fill the pit of my stomach, stirring fear and discomfort along with it.
Just as I was about to go into the main office - a safe haven as of right now - I was stopped, finding myself pressed against the wall with a pair of forest green eyes gawking into mine, defiance twinkling in them, as if the emotion was dancing in the young girls eyes.
''Come on, you're coming with me,'' she says tugging me away from the main office, leaving me trying to scramble from her but once again, it was futile because the girl had at least twenty pounds on me, and I'm pretty sure half of it was muscle.
''Your name is Frank Iero, your were born on October 31, 1981 and you're fifteen, going to be sixteen in four months. Your mom divorced your father, moved from California, and now, well, here we are.'' the girl says with a beaming smile before making me sit down on the dirty white bench that rested right out in the front of the school.
How does she know that about me?
She giggles, handing me a manila folder. When I looked inside, I saw it had all my information in it, including my health records and everything else you can imagine.
''Why do you have this? Who are you?'' I ask, teeth clenched together. Not even five minutes into the school day and some girl is already creeping me out.
''I did you a favor, Frank. The guy with the lip ring? His name is Bob Bryar. He's a friend of...'' her voice drops down to a low tone, Gerard Way. Whom-I-Just-Named must never be said aloud, because he has people all over the school doing his dirty work for him. He goes after the new kids, and because you seem so innocent kid, I helped you out. Stay away from....you know who.'' And, just like that, the girl was gone.
Groaning, I slid the manila folder into my bag and make my way down the hall, keeping my eyes casted down to the floor, the name Vanessa ghosting around in my head, and each time I had enough time to actually think, the girl who supposedly saved me came to mind.
With a final sigh, I make my way into my first class, unaware of the boy with dirty blonde hair and glasses glancing at me with a look of sympathy etched across his face.
xoxoxo
The girl that ''saved me'' from Gerard Way - who, I still have no clue who he is - is named Vanessa Tucker. She goes to the counselor because apparently, she's a kleptomaniac which is how she got my information folder so easily.
''What does Ge-'' Vanessa stops me, glaring so I stop and reword my sentence.
''What does he look like? I mean, I could have passed him and I would never have known.'' I ask, taking a small bite of my cheese and lettuce sandwich before swallowing, watching as she answered carefully, looking around her.
''He has black hair with some greenish dye at the top - which is poorly added, by the way, - and he's really pale. Anyway, don't go near him - he's evil.''
I toss the rest of my sandwich out, feeling slightly fat for eating it. When I lived back in California my friend Hambone used to eat the other half of my sandwich, so I barely ate any of it, feeling oddly home sick.
''Nope,'' Vanessa says popping on the 'P', beaming. ''I'm kinda chubby Frankster, he only goes after the skinny ones.'' a dark look plastered her face, ''even if he isn't a Skinny Minnie.''
I nod slowly, taking a drink of my juice before tossing that away, too, standing up to get a napkin but was stopped by Vanessa who bolted over to me, gripping my wrist and zig-zagging past tables, escaping the comfortable contents of the cafeteria.
''Hey - stop! Come on Vanessa, let me go!'' I whine, struggling in her firm iron-like grasp. I was scared, actually. Vanessa isn't one of those flight girls, that run away from things that scare her, because she believes that if you're close enough to punch them, you're close enough to steal something from them.
''You aren't trying to steal something from me, are you?'' I groan, struggling even more, ''I thought you promised you wouldn't!''
Vanessa stops now, once we were out of sight from the cafeteria. Her eyes looked fuzzy with adrenalin and I wondered what could have possibly made her act so strange.
''I'm not trying to steal from you, Frank! I just saved your butt!'' She growls, letting my wrist go. I swallow hard, despair settling into the pit of my stomach.
''From...what? What did you save me from?'' I ask quietly, feeling like I had missed out on something. What had Vanessa seen but I hadn't?
Vanessa looked exasperated now. ''He was right behind you, Frank! He was...he looked your way. You can't leave my sight, now! You....he's a bad guy, Frank. He gets off on making people doing things! He's...disgusting. Yeah. He's disgusting.''
''Who?'' I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it. I wanted to hear his name roll off her lips again, I wanted to see the defiance in her eyes again.
''Gerard Way. He was...he was behind you.''
I nod, wanting to see scared but I couldn't. What kinda of ''things'' did he make people do to him?
''What does this mean?'' I ask, cocking an eyebrow at her, thoughts scattering everywhere.
Vanessa looked sad, now, like someone had killed her puppy.
''It means you're dead meat, Frank.''
Notes
I copy and pasted this from my Mibba account, so sorry if there is something at the bottom. I'll take it out tomorrow when I'm not on my ipod(:comment/rate/subscribe?(:
Ugh please update such a brill story<3
5/21/14