Confession

It's Hard To Stay, With The Words You Say

The picture above is how Frank looks on a daily basis, minus the tattoos, of course. Also this book may have some triggers. Which may include: religion, church, self harm, homophobic, hatred, etc. If your not into all that leave. Or if you don't care or just love Frerard fanfics then continue. This is going to be labeled as mature because it will get mature. You were warned.

Frank's POV

Wake up, get bitched at. School, get bullied. Car ride to church, getting bitched at. Confession booth, calm. And that's just on a normal Monday through Friday ritual. Saturday its an all day thing at the confession booth other than my chores. Sunday, its church service and back home to get bitched at. And all this started about a month ago when I came out.

I'm 17, very gay, punk, and an atheist. All the things my so called "mother" hates. But you know, its time for me to wake up from my sleep.

Enk, enk, enk,enk, enk, enk, enk, enk,enk!!!!!!!!! My damn alarm clock. I hit the off button.

I breathe in. Welcome to another day in hell.

"Are you even showered yet?!? Maybe that'll wash you clean of all you dirty horrifying sins!!!!" My mother beats and yells through my door. I hum, just like every morning.

"Not yet, mother. Even if I did, it'll never wash away who I am." I say calmly. I hate this. I hate how my life revolves around such an ignoramus. Only a few more months and I'll be out.

She doesn't say anything back. I walk into my bathroom that connects with my room, turning the shower on. Waiting for the hot water to turn on, I strip myself. And usually it takes me enough time to undress for the water to heat up, but this time when I put my hand under, it was cold. She turned the heat off. Great!

This is not the first time she has turned the hot water off so I just climb in. Shivering, knowing I'll probably get a fucking cold, I hurried to wash myself.

Doing my normal routine to get ready, I mumble the words to one of my favorite songs.

"The amount of pills I'm taking counteracts the booze I'm drinking
And this vanity I'm breaking, lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say-----"

"Get your faggot ass out this door and go to school!!!" Mother yells. I slip my second shoe on, grab my bag, and I'm running down the stairs and out of the house.

I start walking about a block away from the house. Why does my mom have to be like this?

I look over to the side of the road, where that sidewalk is. I see Gerard and Mikey. I'm scared of Mikey because he is apart of the group that terrorizes me at school. Gerard, I don't really know him; but I have this weird connection to him as if I did.

I start to run again so I can beat him to school, hoping not to be beat up this morning. "Hey! Faggot!! I'll still get you later!!!" He yells and laughs maniacally, as if he read my mind. I get shivers down my spine.

I make it to my locker and to my first block teacher. I sit in the back and place my head on the desk. Trying to catch my breath, the teacher take a seat in front of me. Tapping my shoulder, "How are you, Frank?"

"Not any better than the day I was found out. Its been so much worse lately." I flatly tell Mrs. Fletcher. She is so old and kind, she is so open minded about everything. Mrs. Fletcher is like a councilor or a grandma that I can talk to without fear of being judged.

"Its all going to pan out to be something amazing. I know it." She rubs my back and leaves to great people at the door as the bell rings. Sometimes I think I'm here favorite student. But then I wonder why me out of all people. I'm not that great. Then I realize why they do it.