Thank you, for the venom (Frerard)

no. 1

Frank's POV:

I'm not crazy, I'm not. I just have a different wired brain. I've been on the run for 6 months. I kill people I hate. Rapists, pedofiles, molesters, transphobic people, homophobic people, and racists. I don't understand any of these things. How can someone be so awful? I guess I'm not a saint either. I've killed. But at least I'm not any of those things. I try to be good but, what's the point of my morals if they're hazy too? I have an urge to kill people. I've only killed one good person. But it was before I could control it. I killed my mom but in an odd way. I pulled the plug on her when she was in a coma. The doctors told me she would live but I wanted her to die non painfully. Who would want to die from heart attacks? I couldn't let that happen no I couldn't. I always repeat things to myself to remind myself to do things that are considered odd. Like murdering people. Specifically poisoning people in different ways.

But lately I've found someone I finally like. Someone who is good. His name's Gerard Arthur Way. He's not bad at all. None of the things I've mentioned for someone who I would kill. I don't have anyone in my life but maybe I can have him. Just maybe he'd understand. I hope so. Soon I will know him. I'd love to meet him officially but I have to keep my distance. The police don't know my identity just know me as. "The Poisoner." People are so un-creative.

I sat in the big tree and stared at him. He always smokes in this forest at 2:30 pm and at 7:15 am. Everyday on the dot. I've noticed him ever since I've been on the run. I moved back to Belleville. I used to live here when I was a kid so might as well come back. Ran away from Florida and to here. I don't have much with me. I wear a black hoodie, a misfits shirt, jeans, and vans. I have a back pack. I have cigarettes, a lighter, a notepad, a pen, a cd player, cds , my earbuds, a huge bag with batteries in it, and my poisons. It doesn't draw much attention if I put the hood on. It's either I run or turn myself in. Fuck, turning myself in there's no fun in that. I just look like a runaway kid. Pretty common here so no one wonders who I am. Nobody really knows my identity. All the police know is that I'm younger than 18. As long as I try to calm the urges I should be fine. New Jersey's pretty common in murders but not by poison. Poisoning is quite rare so I better lay low and find a different way. If I am unable to maybe a gun or a dagger. But guns are hard to
get. I'll definitely get a dagger then.

He was near the tree I was in. I smiled. I knew some things about him. Following him around for the past months. I've been hiding. I wrote it in my notepad to remind myself.

Has a brother named Michael goes by Mikey
Has a friend named Ray Toro
Singer
17 years old
Not popular at school
Pure

I'm hoping to find out more about him. He has fire truck red hair that is shoulder length, pretty thin, tall, mostly wears black, and he has hazel eyes. I've never been attracted to another guy. But I won't lie he's attractive. Very actually. I've never seen someone more attractive than him. Maybe I should finally talk to him. I climbed down the tree a little. He looked up at me. "Who's there?" I climbed down fully. "sorry, didn't mean to creep you out. I just like climbing trees." I said quietly. "It's okay." He smiled. "My name's Gerard, and yours?" "Frank..." He nodded. "Are you okay?" "what do you mean?" "It's just you're alone." I don't talk to much people." "Why not?" "I'm homeless." "Oh. That must be hard." He looked at me closely.
Maybe he thought I would be offended. But he's got a point about me being skinny. I don't eat much unless I steal. I usually just survive off of water. I get it from a restaurant near the high school. I steal it and put it in a one gallon jug.

He sat on a tree. I sat across from him. "I like your shirt." "Thanks. Misfits is my favorite band." I felt like I was being myself but at the same time mellowed out. Not really showing who I really am.
We talked to each other until it got dark. "I should go my brother is probably worried about me." "Okay. Do you want to meet again here?" "Yeah, sure at 7:15." "Okay, I liked talking to you." "Bye, Frank." Once he left I started to laugh. Yes, I finally talked to him. Also I found out more about him.

I went to bed. I usually sleep in a tree. So I climbed all the way to the top. The branches are sturdy enough. It's not the most comfortable.
I woke up hearing something. It was Gerard. "Frank?" He yelled through the forest. Scaring the birds away. I climbed down to him. "Hey." "So do you just live in the trees?" "Yeah, it's not that comfortable but whatever." "Why don't you just go to a homeless shelter if you don't mind me asking." I ate the rest of the bagel. "I don't trust people." "What?" "I have social anxiety, too stressful. Also I don't have my birth certificate or my social security number. So I can't explain it to them. I was born here but moved to Florida when I was a baby. And I don't know what area I was from. I just left. Bad memories and all. But I didn't really think about any of that shit. Because I was kinda stupid. Also I hear they're not the best so I'd rather live in this forest." I lied through my teeth I remembered my social security number I even had the card and I have my birth certificate in my bag with my notepad. Just in case if the police ever find out about my identity and I want to live in an actual place. I would do that but I'm too young so I have to wait. Maybe I'll crash at my old house that's abandoned. "Oh that makes sense. I have to go to school but I'll be back once I get out. I'll try bringing you something from the cafeteria." "Bye." I yelled. He waved and left.

I walked to my old house. I walked in a diner. "What would you like, kid?" "Water please. Also do you know the directions to the park near here?" "Yeah, go straight for a mile and to the left." "Thanks." I didn't have my bag I pretended I was just a teen I don't want to raise any questions towards me. I drank the water and left. I looked at the clock it was 9:00. I followed what the waiter's directions were. I found my old house. It was old looking. I walked in curious to what I'd find. I picked the lock it opened within 5 minutes. I smiled. I locked it once I was inside the old house. I went to my parents room first there wasn't much just left behind furniture.

I hoped there was a dagger some where around here. I walked to the kitchen and looked inside the cabinets, weirdly there was a switchblade. I took it and left the abandoned house. Feeling strange after going in. I ran to the forest to meet up with Gerard. I felt the urge to kill someone. I felt myself break into a sweat. I tried ignoring the urge but it wouldn't go away. I climbed up the tree and put the stuff I found in my backpack. I checked my watch and worried that Gerard would see me like this. I splashed my face with a little water and counted to 100 five times trying to calm down. It was 2:20. I took out my lighter and cigarettes. I smoked feeling myself calm down finally. The urge went away. "Frank?" "I'm up here. I fell asleep." "Oh, okay. Come down I brought you food." I smiled at him. It was a salad. "I don't get why your being so nice to me." He rolled his eyes. "It's not right to judge others. Also I like your company." I felt my face get red.

"What happened? If you don't mind sharing." "my parents both died when I was 14. I ran away from the foster facility to here." "I'm sorry that happened to you." I stayed quiet something else on my mind. I wonder if he'd accept me for who I am.

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Hi, I felt like making a new book i need variety lol. I've never written anything like this hopefully it comes out good.
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