Malignant

Chapter One

(Frank POV)

I walk out of my room, wondering what will go wrong today. My guesses are either I'm going to get attacked by the 12th grader Urie or ripped to shreds by the 11th grader Trohman. No matter what, I'll end up coming home all bruised and in agony.

I gather all the scattered homework from off my desk, and I grab my camera from its special perch in the corner of my room. Once all of my things are in order, I walk out of my comfortable black and white room into the awful green hall.

I am greeted by my brother, CC, when I enter the kitchen. He waves to me, and goes back to writing his college essay, and I grab a banana for the road. My mom isn't home yet from her night out, probably with someone that my dad would never have behaved like, so I have to walk the three miles to the school, the school where no one likes me. I'm in 12th grade. There are no other kids who dress like me, so I'm an easy target for either younger or older students to make fun of.

It's rather dark out, but then again it is five in the morning. I walk along the path to my school, hoping no one else is out. There's only one other person on my street that goes to my school, and she's the biggest bully out there. Her name is Jamia Nestor, and she's also in my grade. Her and Urie have been dating since the third grade, and they make an awful pair when you're their target.

I know the school's just beyond this bridge and past the remaining forest that's in between my house and that jail for learning. But of course, because I think I'm safe, someone pops out from between the bushes.

I can tell from the bright neon orange hair, the shorter than me composure, and the rather tight clothing, it's the one and only, Lindsey Ballato. Ballato has been mean to me from time to time, but she hasn't caused any of my injuries where I've had to go to the hospital.

I really wish on my first day back from the jail for healing I won't get hurt, but of course, that's just my luck. Ballato looks really angry today, like she wants to do some serious damage. I know that glare. It's the same one Urie and Nestor give me before they break part of my body.

I break off at a sprint, running through the treeline and to the school. I'm about 90% sure this was Ballato's plan. I run straight into Urie, Trohman, Wentz, and Nestor. I'm cornered, and the doors to the prison don't open for another thirty minutes. I'm screwed. Ballato is behind me, Wentz's on my left, Trohman's on my right, Urie's in front of me, but Nestor is in front of Urie.

"Hey guys! It's the emo idiota." Nestor glares around at her followers, the ones that will probably murder me one day. Then she focuses her most evil glare at me.

"Do you remember what we do to idiotas emo, Frank? We punish them."

She throws her first punch. Painful, straight in the nose. I feel the blood coming now, but I don't think my nose is broken. But before I can even get back up, Ballato grabs my silver lip ring. She pulls it in circles, causing it to break in half, scratching my bottom lip hard. Urie grabs my nose ring and does the same thing. But instead of just breaking it, he makes sure to break it in half, then drag the two pieces down my arms, causing me to scream in pain.

I stand up, and put my fists out in front of me. What am I doing, like I could fight! Ha!

Wentz punches me four times in the stomach, but before letting Trohman get a punch in, he kicks me hard in the ribs, causing me to fall backward. Trohman straddles me, and punches me in the face. One cheek, then the other, over and over again for ten times. The most stereotypical move I've ever seen.

I can't see anything, but I think I hear the sound of cars turning off and doors slamming.

"Guys. Teachers! RUN!" screams Urie. I try to get up, but I can't move. I swear, if Wentz broke my ribs, I'm going to kill him! I feel the bruising on my cheeks when I try to move my jaw, I taste the blood pouring out of my nose. It burns to breathe, and my arms feel like someone blew me up.

"Oh my god, Frank?! What happened to you! Dear god, I'm going to call your mother, okay?"

"Not.----Home." I say, struggling to speak without hurting myself.

"Well, then, I'm just going to call an ambulance. I can't let you just sit here in pain! I'm going to leave a message on her phone so she knows where you are. Just wait there!"

Great. Another ambulance ride, another day of school being missed because of stupid teenagers. It's just perfect for someone like me. Honestly, it might be what I deserve. I can't say Nestor or Urie are wrong. I am just an emo idiot. I'm not the top of my class, I sure am an emo-punk, but at least they don't call me the one thing you can't tell from just looking at my exterior. I don't think I've ever heard them call me gay.