A/N: In all honesty i have no idea where this is going, lets just say that the ending will be sad. Because that's all i know about it. Stay safe.
"Dammit", Frank sighed out. "I need to change that alarm", he said aloud, to only himself, as he rolled out of his bed. He pushed his messy, medium cut black and red hair away from his face. ' I need another hair cut', Frank thought to himself, pulling his Misfits jacket over his shoulder. 'Ah!', he almost yelled. The jacket pulling up his arm was just a reminder of what he did the night before. The pain of fabric gently brushing against his newly made cuts, was a reminder of how weak he was. Or that's how Frank thought. He thought; Because the only thing that could take the emotional pain was physical pain, that he tried to forget his problems, meant he was weak. But that was not the case. At least to open minded people it wasn't. Frank wasn't weak, he just doesn't deal with his problems in the way he should. But who are they to tell him how to deal with his problems? They don't even know the half of it. The people at school, the teachers, his father. They all thought Frank was an "emo fag" or a "pussy". But the endless tormenting, mental, physical abuse told a different story. In all honesty, no one deserves that. But Frank wouldn't tell anybody. He didn't think it would help. He didn't want the pity. People wouldn't care, or notice anyway. After all, he deserved it. Right? That's what he believed. He believed the teenagers at school, his father saying he was worthless. In all honesty, they scare the living shit out of him. But Frank couldn't think about his misfortunes right now, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see if he needed a shower. He took one look at his greasy hair and knew that he definitely needed one. He didn't mind though. He like the feeling of the ice cold water hitting his skin, running down to the floor and down the drain. He tried not to get lost in the mirror, judging all of his flaws, his ugly, disgusting body, or that's what he thought of it. His eyes skimmed over his scars from yesterday night, and finally pulled his eyes away from the mirror, as he slid into the shower.
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Frank pulled his Dead Kennedys shirt over is head, being careful not to disturb his cuts, and slipped his black skinny-jeans over his legs. He pulled his jacket back on, after he applied the makeup to his bruised and cut arms. In the shower was the first time he really examined the cuts and bruises. His father bruised him pretty bad. As for the cuts, they seemed deep, deeper than he remembered. Deeper that usual. Sometimes Frank wished he would have succeeded 2 years ago. When he tried to leave, leave this world the same way his mother did. By holding the blade up to his wrists and pushing the blade with more force each second until he lost so much blood. So, so, so much blood. Fuck him. I fucking hate him. Its his fault my mothers dead. He pushed her to the breaking point and now shes gone. Frank couldn't help but hate his father for that. He also couldn't help but think it was partially his fault. He blamed himself because he was afraid. To afraid to confront his father, to stop him from hitting his mother. Frank sighed. He needed to stop thinking like that, about that. So he un-plugged his phone, and instead, plugged his headphones in. As soon as the music was loud enough to block out franks thoughts, he walked out of the front door to, surprisingly, see his father only slightly drunk. They finished packing the U-Haul, and they headed towards their new house without anything problems.
Frank lived in New York at the moment. He thought that they were going to New Jersey maybe? A place called Newark? Frank didn't know for sure, but he was almost certain he was right. As predicted, an hour later, He and his father carried the small amount of belongings into their new house, eyes skimming over the neighbor-hood. People watching, Frank liked to call it. He decided whether he like a person or not by watching the way they present themselves, the way they move. But Frank didn't have time for that, he was reminded that when he hear the familiar voice of his father. "Stop wandering around and help me!", came from their new kitchen. He walked into the U-Haul and started carrying the bigger boxes into the house. It was so empty at first. Frank liked it that way. But of course, that had to. Soon the house was full of boxes. Frank didn't even know where most of them came from. He didn't realize they had that much furniture, and kitchen supplies. He decided to forget about it though, in fear of questioning his father, therefore, getting hit. After about an hour or so, most of the living room was unpacked, and only then, did Frank leave to his room and start un-packing. Drank didn't have many boxes. He was okay with doing this over and over again. There was no reason Frank could ever want to stay anywhere, its all the same for Frank. He just didn't know why.
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Thirty minutes later, his room was unpacked. He looked around and sighed. Its like they just live in hotels, they just keep moving and moving and everything is different every time. Frank ways used to it though. He didn't mind.
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The familiar sound of an annoying alarm clock rang through Franks room. He groans and rolls out of his bed, unto the floor. Where he was, was forgotten, until Frank opened his eyes and looked looked around. The boxes all over and different arrangement of his room was a reminder of where he was. He sighed and got ready for his new school, for being the new kid. Again. He pulled his bag around his shoulder, started his music, and left for he-school.
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The walk to school was about fifteen minutes. It wasn't that far away. Only a couple of people walked down the same road he did. He didn't talk to any of them of course. What was the point? They will all hate him anyway.
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Frank walked into the School, a little confused as to where he was going. He finally found his way to the main office without having problems with anyone. Its a good start he thought. Frank was unrolled into a catholic school, so he was a little uneasy about this considering he was an atheist. He bit back his lip ring, he always did that when he thought. Always. Frank walked into the office and immediately noticed something about the woman behind the desk. You could tell she was a hard core bible thumping catholic. Oh god no. He didn't know if he could do this. There is so many like her in this school an atheist surrounded by Christians? That's not going to end we-"Excuse me sir", a loud obnoxious voice cut off his thoughts. Frank already hated this woman. "Are you new here? What's your name?" she seemed to almost sneer it. "Frank, yeah I'm new", he said in a muffled voice. He was chewing on his lip ring. "That's what i was thinking" she said as she slammed a piece of paper onto her desk in front of Frank. He was shocked by her behavior. He didn't know what her problem with him was until- "And take the ring out of your mouth. It doesn't make you look cool. Its against rules anyway" she demanded in a some what disgusted voice. Frank just picked up the schedule and left the office. Completely ignoring what the woman said.
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"Ow", Frank let out a yelp as a tall, blonde teenager ran right into him, knocking everything from the smaller boys hands. "I'm so sorry", the blonde teen mumbled shyly as he bent down to help pick up the smaller's books. "Hey, no don't be sorry. I'm just clumsy its my fault. Thank you for helping me pick this up.".
"It's not a problem, I'm Mikey. I think I have Geography soon". "Frank, let me check see, yeah i have that too. Could you take me? I don't know where it is". The teenager claiming to be 'Mikey' nodded and leaded Frank to their class.
A/N: This may be a little short but the next will be longer. Forgive me for taking so long to upload. And Riley... Shut up about the band names thing. Don't read if you don't want to.
