Like Teenage Razorblades [Hiatus]
Sick, But Not Finished
The Bullies Point of View
Two days. I stabbed Frank two days ago and he has yet to wake up. Due to me having carved so many things into trees such as initials, the blade was ragged and didn't do a clean cut.
Being twenty, I can obviously be charged as an adult but seeing how distraught I am about Frank's condition they allow me to sit outside his room, hand cuffed to the wooden bench as they ask me the same question over and over again, reworded differently each time.
"I didn't mean too!" I shout, fuming. The police officer jots something down, nodding before wordlessly walking away. My heart crumbles as I meekly tug at my restraints, wanting to go and touch Frank but obviously unable too.
"I'm so sorry..." Crumbling, is what I'm doing. All I've done is hurt Frank but I never should have. I shouldn't have made him so what I made him do, and yet I don't regret it. Not fully at least.
I feel so disgusting, as I imagine Frank getting down on his knees for me, looking up at me with those puppy dog hazel eyes before innocently smiling at me and taking me into his mouth.
Sick. I'm a sick man, but I can't help it because Frank is delicious and I've been deliciously bitten by him.
xoxoxo
"Mr. Way?" it's one if the more talkative officers and he hands my free hand a lukewarm coffee.
"Sir," I say quietly. Frank is supposedly showing signs of waking up soon and it makes me down right ecstatic but is it for the right reasons like his health, and now my own personal pleasurable needs?
"You said you didn't mean to stab Frank, correct? He jumped in front of your knife when you were going to assault his friend?" Police Officer Brown asks, bushy auburn eyebrow cocked.
I nod, frowning. "Yeah. I...his friend Vanessa called him a whore and some other things and I got all....possesive of him. I didn't want her calling him that because Frank isn't a whore. If anyone is a whore, it's me! He's only fifteen officer, how can a fifteen year old boy such as Frank be a whore?"
He nods and writes something down before leaving my side, brushing past a nurse who doesn't even knowledge him.
Lookin back in at Frank, I smile and shiver, dark thoughts creeping in my mind as I look at the boy, his eyes shut, head lazily lolled to the side, mouth slowly open.
My member seems to harden and I feel the ultimate disgust eat at me. He's in a coma and I'm imagining him down in me.
"Oh, Frankie," I whisper glumly. If he presses charges I'm surly going to jail, and I really don't want that.
I take a sip of my coffe, wincing dramatically as it dribbles down my chin. It tickles but I want it to burn. To scold.
I want it to be agonizing because then what I do to Frankie plauge my mind.
Two days. I stabbed Frank two days ago and he has yet to wake up. Due to me having carved so many things into trees such as initials, the blade was ragged and didn't do a clean cut.
Being twenty, I can obviously be charged as an adult but seeing how distraught I am about Frank's condition they allow me to sit outside his room, hand cuffed to the wooden bench as they ask me the same question over and over again, reworded differently each time.
"I didn't mean too!" I shout, fuming. The police officer jots something down, nodding before wordlessly walking away. My heart crumbles as I meekly tug at my restraints, wanting to go and touch Frank but obviously unable too.
"I'm so sorry..." Crumbling, is what I'm doing. All I've done is hurt Frank but I never should have. I shouldn't have made him so what I made him do, and yet I don't regret it. Not fully at least.
I feel so disgusting, as I imagine Frank getting down on his knees for me, looking up at me with those puppy dog hazel eyes before innocently smiling at me and taking me into his mouth.
Sick. I'm a sick man, but I can't help it because Frank is delicious and I've been deliciously bitten by him.
xoxoxo
"Mr. Way?" it's one if the more talkative officers and he hands my free hand a lukewarm coffee.
"Sir," I say quietly. Frank is supposedly showing signs of waking up soon and it makes me down right ecstatic but is it for the right reasons like his health, and now my own personal pleasurable needs?
"You said you didn't mean to stab Frank, correct? He jumped in front of your knife when you were going to assault his friend?" Police Officer Brown asks, bushy auburn eyebrow cocked.
I nod, frowning. "Yeah. I...his friend Vanessa called him a whore and some other things and I got all....possesive of him. I didn't want her calling him that because Frank isn't a whore. If anyone is a whore, it's me! He's only fifteen officer, how can a fifteen year old boy such as Frank be a whore?"
He nods and writes something down before leaving my side, brushing past a nurse who doesn't even knowledge him.
Lookin back in at Frank, I smile and shiver, dark thoughts creeping in my mind as I look at the boy, his eyes shut, head lazily lolled to the side, mouth slowly open.
My member seems to harden and I feel the ultimate disgust eat at me. He's in a coma and I'm imagining him down in me.
"Oh, Frankie," I whisper glumly. If he presses charges I'm surly going to jail, and I really don't want that.
I take a sip of my coffe, wincing dramatically as it dribbles down my chin. It tickles but I want it to burn. To scold.
I want it to be agonizing because then what I do to Frankie plauge my mind.
Notes
Sorry for the wait :3Comments are lovely :))
Oh, and has anyone read the story ''Creep'' on here? It's where Gerard works at a camp and Frank is a camper. Anyway, it's really good and you guys should check it out! **It isn't mine**
http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/12934/Creep/ <-- Check it out! :D
Ugh please update such a brill story<3
5/21/14