Frank Iero hypnotized me. How could I be so stupid as to let someone hypnotize me? My insides filled with anger. I had to confront Frank. He was destroying me. I would confront him after class.
Throughout Biology I tried very hard to focus on what Mrs.Cocksucker was saying about orgasms. Turns out it wasn't about orgasms but about organisms apparently they're both completely different things.
At the end of class I tried to comfront Frank but he left the room so quickly. I chased after him. But it almost seemed as if he disappeared into thin air. I had to find him.
I looked everywhere. But I couldn't find him. I sighed. He had to show up one day.
I was bored and wasn't in the mood for anymore classes so I made my way to the cemetery. The only place I actually happy. I know what you're thinking. You think that the cemetery being the only place I'm happy is so cliché for an emo faggot like me. You're probably right. It is cliché but I'm gonna roll with it because fuck it I can be an emo faggot if I want to.
I walked over to my grandmother's grave. She was such a sweet innocent soul. People like her shouldn't die so soon. The only person who deserves to die is me. I can barely feel anything. Plus the world wouldn't lose anything if I died. I'm a freak. A faggot. A heartless piece of shit.
I've figured out the point in life. The point in life is to find you're purpose. But its obvious that I don't have a purpose.
Grandmother had a purpose. She helped people. I want to help people too. But how can I help people when I don't even feel sympathy for them.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sobbs. I walked further to find Frank sitting there with his head buried in his knees. He was crying.
I walked over to him.
"You!! Do you know how much you've impacted my life!! You're in my brain almost every millisecond of every second. I know what you are Frank Anthony Iero!! You're a wizard!! You hypnotized me! You sick bastard!" Frank looked up at me shocked as to what I had said. He then looked at me in anger.
"Fuck you Gerard Arthur Way! If anything you're the wizard! You hypnotized me first!! You fucking vampire!" He was standing up now. His face was red and puffy yet still so beautiful and elegant.
But I was angry at him and I wasn't done."You fucking creep! How do you know my full name?!"
"No! How do YOU know my full name! I barely exchanged a word with you!" He added some sass when he said this.
"I'll be honest because I'm no liar. I took the time to use my mind powers to figure it out."
"You crazy dummy! Theres no such thing as mind powers!"
"I'M NOT CRAZY!!" My face had turned red and I was very angry, "I'm Mentally Challenged."
By this time I had noticed that Frank was no ordinary teenager. He was childish and an obvious depressive. And I had no intention to be involved with a depressive.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scream.
I turned around to see Frank laying on the ground. Had he fainted?
Or has death come for him?
Fuck you Frank. You ruined my life.
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The Broken Mind of an Outcast (frerard)
FanfictionGerard Arthur Way is terrfied of Needles,Insects and Cannibal Clowns , Hes obsessed with Bands and Can't seem to express any emotion. He finds no point in talking and keeps himself locked up in his room sketching and drawing. Hes a weed in a field o...