Rough ✦ Frerard

Chapter 1- Where are my Fucking Pills?

Frank had ran away.

He couldn't handle the harsh beatings and verbal abuse coming from his father any longer. In all honesty, he couldn't handle anything anymore. He saw the world in grey, everything was grey. Frank was so far stuck in his depression to the point where he needed the pills so he wouldn't think with a mind if his own otherwise he would convince himself to 'think happy thoughts'. Frank shook uncontrollably having smoke withdrawals as he walked through the dark streets of New Jersey, keeping his head down. He walked until he reached a crepuscular streetlight and fumbled to grab his lighter and cigarettes with shaky hands. Frank brought the small cancer stick up to his lips and inhaled, taking a long drag. He sat on the pavement and ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. Where would he go from here?

Frank put his cigarette out and stood
up brushing the dirt off of his jeans. He then pulled out his phone to check the time, 11:45 pm. It was getting late. Frank then grabbed his backpack and continued to walk around in search for somewhere to sleep. He walked until he found this old abandoned house, at this point he was desperate for anything. Frank walked up to the door slowly pushed it opened, the creaking noise it made was very loud and ominous. He slowly walked into the house and took in his surroundings. The ornate wallpaper appealed to be old and chipped whilst the carpet was ripped and was stained with what seemed like blood. Frank laid down on the old ripped up couch all prepared to sleep until he heard someone whistling a small tune.

Fear filled Frank's entire body as he sunk deep down into the couch trying to hide. Frank squeezed his eyes shut awaiting what would most likely be his death. The whistling stopped. Frank opened his eyes and looked around him. He was still all alone. Frank began to question his sanity, was he just hearing things? Was someone else actually in this house? Frank's thoughts were cut off by soft giggles.

Frank's eyes widened and his breath hitched as the giggles grew closer. He dug his hand deep down into the couch to see if he could find something to defend himself with. He felt something small with the texture of leather but his hand came back up with nothing but a small journal. Frank slowly put the journal into his bag to read later if he even came out of this alive. Footsteps from the other room came closer and closer and Frank swore his heartbeat was very audible at this point. Frank looked up and in front of him stood a man with a sinister smile. The man had long black hair and turquoise roots, he was completely covered in blood. Frank's heart stopped and he became frozen with fear.

"What do we have here?" The man said while tapping his fingers against the couch.

The man walked closer to Frank and grabbed him by his hair so he could fully look him in the eyes. Frank whimpered softly, terrified to see what the man would do to him next. Frank's eyes wandered over to the large rope hanging out of the man's pocket. He was going to tie him up. Frank averted his thoughts from the violent scenarios that could happen in the next couple of minutes or even hours and tried to accept it, he was going to die. The man released his grip on Frank's hair and started to caress his cheek.

"I'm going to tie you up okay?" The man whispered, "I can't have you try to run away like everyone else did."

The man grabbed Frank's arm and led him to a large room. It held a foul stench and there was dried blood scattered everywhere. The man pushed Frank into a chair and started to tightly tie up his wrists and ankles, then proceeding to cover his mouth with duct tape. Frank found it hard to believe this is how he was going to die, unhappy and heavily medicated. Frank looked into the man's eyes as tears started streaming down. The man stood and walked over to a table, he grabbed a large syringe and started to walk back towards Frank. Frank's eyes widened and he started to vigorously shake his head back and forth.

"Stop moving sweetheart, it will hurt a lot less," the man said sternly.

Frank stopped struggling as he felt the sharp needle stab into his neck. His entire body was filled with a numb and dull feeling. Frank felt the drug flowing through his veins as he felt the effect starting to take place. Frank felt his body start to go limp and his head fell to the side. The man crouched down so he could meet Franks height, He gave him a small smirk and softly caressed his cheek. Frank's vision was beginning to become blurry at the edges and his head started pounding. Frank groaned in utter agony, he felt like he was getting stabbed in the neck multiple times and he couldn't stand the pain. Frank looked up at the man with half-lidded eyes, the smirk that he had on his face was slowly turning into the same sinister smile from earlier. Frank's eyes snapped shut and they were too heavy to lift back up. The last thing Frank heard that fateful night was the man whispering a small "Goodnight my prince."

That was the day Frank Iero met Gerard Way and his life was royally fucked.
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