Secrets.

14.In the deep pits of my mind is where all my demons hide

"Go to hell you emo." A stupid bully yells as he pushes me to the ground.

"Please just leave me alone." I says trying to get up. But a hard kick is sent to my side. I fall back on my side. The whole group of assholes crowd around my kicking me in every place. I scream out in pain but no one comes.

But then the pain just stops. But the biggest jerk spits on me.

"Just go slit your fucking wrists or better yet go kill yourselves." He says as they walk away laughing. I just lay there. In pain crying. I eventually pick myself off the ground. I stumble home. And like always my mom isn't home.

Slit my wrists?

I go into my bag and take out my sharpener. This has a bladed but how do I get it out?

I put it on the floor and starts stomping on it.

Five minutes of stomping and there's small pieces of the blue plastic and a fully intact sliver blade. I pick up the blade and go up to my room. I lock the door.

I've been sitting on my bed for ten minutes. I've got nothing.

I lower the blade and put pressure so it will hurt. I bite my lip as I slide it across. I I look at my wrist. Blood forming. I keep making marks on my arm.

An hour and I've ruined my once flawless skin. I put it on my night stand and curl up on my bed.

What did I do? I'm only twelve. I deserved it though. Those guys hate me. I don't have friends. I don't have a social life. I hate myself.. great I'm crying.

~fast forward a Year~

I need to stop running my mouth I think to myself as a punch is thrown my cheek. I fall back against the locker. Ryan grabs my throat and pins me against the locker

"Oh getting kinky?" I say to him in a choked voice.

"You Fag." He says he brings me off the locker then hits my head against the locker hard.

"You like it rough?" I say. Shut up frank!

"Open the locker." He says to his stupid possy. Before I know it I'm shoved in a locker. The locker is closed.

Great me and my stupid mouth.

~end of Frank's sedated state~

I wake up in a hospital room. I hear someone talking.

"Well I needed to get a string replaced on my bass because it broke and I need to play her twenty four seven.-" it's mikey

"That's nice." I say sitting up a bit. He looks at me with wide eyes.

"You're awake." He says. He get up fast. "I have to get Gerard" he says running out. I sit up.as a nurse comes in she tells me what happened. She tells me I died. But she leaves me to rest. I look at my arms covered in bandages and then a Iv. I sit cross legged.

"Rip it out." I say to myself. I rip out the Iv. Blood trailing. I sits just waiting now. Mikey comes back with Gerard following.