I wrote this story back in sixth or seventh grade when I was still just a little, mindless kid. This piece of writing haunts me at night... Sometimes I go back and read the comments many of you have left- never the story itself though, because let's be real, it is NOT good. I died inside a little glimpsing at the words I typed all those years ago.
I have grown up since making RA911 and am glad I wrote something some people found enjoyable. I was greatly depressed and suffered through different eating disorders during my middle school career and writing this story (and a few others) provided a little escape for me. I am much better now and learned to love who I am, which I didn't while making this. Thank you for those who stuck around for the stroke-inducing spelling errors, brainless plot, and community(ish). While this story is not something I am proud of, the encouragement I received at the time really raised my spirits and helped me fight my own personal issues.
An update on my life: yes, I learned how to spell and edit (I never edited any of these chapters- I just typed it on my phone and hit publish). No, I am not a good typer still. I did get a perfect score on my writing Accuplacer if that says anything? Most importantly, I no longer weirdly obsess over the "emo-quartet" but I still enjoy MCR from time to time (though I prefer Gerard's solo work). And though I am no longer a sick, scraggly, emo child (yes I was a kid when I wrote this) I still appreciate my time here on Wattpad... (Sort of?)
To the person who commented about trying to cut their cats tail off: you haunt me still and I hope you got therapy.
YOU ARE READING
Frank Iero X Reader (RA911)
Fanfiction*horribly unedited* Please don't read, I wrote this when I was young, edgy, and a very shit writer (even though I still am) I'm keeping this up to torture myself lol
