Please, help. (MCR)

Chapter 1: The first day in hell

"FRANK GET YOUR LAZY, NO GOOD MOTHER FUCKING ARSE OUT OF BED NOW!" his mother yelled. Frank got up and put his uniform on, he wandered over to the mirror looking at his neck. 5 perfect bruises in the shape of finger were there after his dad had fallen out with him. Sighed he made his way down stairs.

"How long did it take you to get dressed" his mother growled "Get out of my sight"

Frank threw his old school bag over his shoulder and ran out of the door. He had no intention of getting to school quickly he just had to get out of his house. Half way too school he heard a voice from over the road "Hey puff where do you think you're going"

Great he hadn't even go to school and the bulling had all ready started. Frank just kept his head down and sped up a little, he knew this would just land him in more trouble when they caught him. All of a sudden he was sat on the floor with group of lads surrounding him. "Remember me" said a familiar voice. how could he forget. Mattie. Him and his gang had bullied Frank since he joined this school, One of Mattie's mates kicked Frank so he was lying on the pavement and had his foot on Franks chest he could feel the pressure increase. struggling to breathe, a fist came down and connected with his eye, it came down again this time with more force and hit his cheek, and the final blow was to Franks noes. His nose cracked 'broken' Frank thought to himself. The pressure from his chest had gone and Matties gang walked off. Heaving himself up so he was leaning against a wall a warm rear trickled down his face, he placed his hand up to his nose to feel the damage. A large pool of crimson red blood was in Fans hands. he pored it out and stood up. He leaned against the wall as he regain stability, then carried on walking down to school. Keeping his head down he ran through the school doors and straight to where he knew there would be no one, the art corridor. Nobody was ever there he could just be... alone, that's how he liked it.

His back slid down the wall and Frank began to cry. Out of no where came a voice "Is everything okay out there?"

It came from inside the classroom. The door creaked open and a tall thin red haired man appeared.

"Hey, hey, hey" the man cooed "why are you crying? what is your name?"

"Frank Iero" he sobbed into his knees. Frank looked up,

"oh my... who did this to you Frankie" he questioned

"T-they got me b- before I go- got here" frank whimpered

"Okay Frankie" spoke the man "I'm Mr. Way but you can call me Gerard if you want, come in here an we will get your face cleaned up. yeah?"

"yeah." Frank replied before getting up and following Mr.Way into his class room.