Fundamentally Loathsome

1. Shoot Myself To Love You;

* DISCLAIMER: Contains explicit language, drug use, violent references, sexual content.

I want to wake up in your white, white sun... I want to wake up in your world with no pain...But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday... While you are numb all of the way...

"Please Corey, don't leave this way." Frankie begged Corey but he was frantically packing his belongings from the home he shared with his long-time girlfriend. Their relationship had never been perfect by any means, but they loved one another more than life itself.

It seemed like nothing she said would change his mind. She had no idea how things got bad so quickly. But then again, what should she expect? Her life had always been shit – not because she was a brat or spoiled - but because no one ever loved her. Until she met him.

Frankie always had different taste than people around her, and different attitude as well. She tortured small animals as a child, she beat up kids who picked on her, lashed out for little things, and she was brutally honest. Anything that came to her mind, she'd say out loud and she didn't give a damn who heard it. A lot of people simply didn't like Frankie because of that. All she really ever wanted though, was to be loved unconditionally.

Her parents couldn't stand the way she was so they sent her to a mental institution when she was only twelve years old. She never could keep any friends, except for three - Joey Jordison, Shawn Crahan and Corey Taylor. They were always the ones who stuck around and dealt with her shit. Shawn didn't really count though, because he's her brother.

When Frankie got back and into high school things only got worse. She got heavily into drugs – cocaine, heroin, you name it. She became very distant from everyone and stayed under a bridge most nights instead of going home. No one came looking for her except for Corey. Corey was always her rock and for a long time Frankie considered Corey to be her 'savior'.

Joey was who she considered her best friend but Corey always seemed to be the one who was there when she didn't even realize she needed anyone. He's the one who got her off drugs, saved her from committing suicide twice, and rescued her when her mother kicked her out.

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[ Flashback ]

My life was always shit – and I don't think I need this anymore...

Today is the day I'll end it all. I have no one who really gives a shit about me, and I don't give a shit about myself or this fucked up life. So why not? I walked over to the edge of the bridge and took in a deep through.

'Goodbye cruel world.' I said to myself and went to step off when I heard my name being called frantically.

Turning around I saw Corey running towards me. His blonde hair was all over the place and his beanie just wasn't helping tame the mess. "What the fuck are you doing?" He screamed as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest.

He was breathing heavily and crying. I just stood there, feeling completely numb. "Frankie! What the fuck?" He repeated. I blinked and looked him in the eyes.

"Don't ever fucking do this shit again. Do you realize how many people actually love you? I love you. Shawn loves you, your parents love you – they just don't know how to handle you. Joey loves you to death. We'd never be okay if something ever happened to you,," Corey went on this rant thinking it would change my mind. What he doesn't know is, as soon as he leaves me alone again, I'll make sure I really die.