Just don't hurt me - Frerard

Chapter 1 - Piece of Mind

Frank

Even though I was expecting it, the first blow took me by surprise, and I stumbled backwards, folding over myself as sharp pain exploded in my stomach. Shit, that hurt. Before I even had time to look back up there was a second punch, right into my side, and I swallowed hard, trying not to collapse on the hard ground. I looked down at my hands that were gripping my shirt tightly, resting under my chest, and I tried to focus on them as my vision started to get blurry. I blinked away the tears that were starting to form in my eyes, forcing on the muscles in my legs to stay upright.

The fist met my body a third time, right under my eye, then waited a bit before smashing against the side of my mouth. This time I fell forward, unable to hold myself up. I spat out some blood and shook my head slightly, feeling light headed. What did I do to deserve this? The hand quickly grabbed onto my shirt, lifting me up to my feet and pushing against my blood-stained chin. It took me a while and several blinks to get a good focus on the face that was so close to mine, and on the mouth that was twisted in anger.

"Now, fag, I hope this was enough for you to understand," it spat at me, sending little flecks of spit on my forehead as I tried to frown lightly. It only caused me a headache and my eyes to lazily look away. "This school is no place for a fucking emo cross dresser or whatever you are."

He let go of me and I hit the floor with a loud thump. My hand instantly flew up to touch my right eye, that had started to swell. Fucking great.

"What's wrong princess, did we fuck up your eyeliner?" Another face said, using a fake tone of concern.

I tried to throw him a dirty look, but it only resulted in a weird tired one-eyed stare. Shit, my eye was really fucked up. I opened my mouth to answer with a sarcastic comment or something, anything, but the only sound that came out was what sounded like a strangled whale cry. They all laughed and started to leave, emptying my locker entirely onto the floor and kicking books and pens as they went. I did my best not to cry, and painfully dragged myself to rest against the wall of lockers, closing my eyes. I felt like I was going to die.

I waited for the voices and laughs to die before opening my uninjured eye wide and letting it all out. I couldn't take any of this bullshit anymore, I had to leave this stupid school. My phone rang and I ignored it, sobbing quietly. I didn't feel like talking. Hell, I didn't even know if I could. It rang again and this time I glanced at the screen. I saw it read Shaun, and before I realized maybe I should pick up there was startling yell from the other end of the hall.

"Frank!" I watched as my friend ran towards me, and sat down next to me as soon as he reached my locker. "Frank, are you alright?"

"Hey, Shaun," I coughed. "Best I've ever been."

"Come on, let's get you home." He sighed and started picking up my books, stuffing them quickly into my bag before standing up.

I just looked at him. "I don't think I can move." I finally breathed out, turning to the side to show him where I'd been hit.

"Oh, shit," he whispered. "They really got you this time. Hold on, I'll call John."

I waited as he dialed my friend's number and explained everything to him. I could feel myself drifting off, my eye couldn't concentrate on anything anymore and I couldn't swallow the taste of bile and blood in my mouth and my ears were buzzing so loud I could barely hear my own ragged breaths. Before I knew it four hands were lifting me, and at first I panicked, forgetting who they belonged to and not realizing the way they were gently pulling me up. Next thing I knew I was driving in the back of my best friend's car, an old run down Porsche he'd gotten from his retired uncle. I turned my head to the side, trying to look out the window as my body was shaken by the car rolling on old tires and a bumpy road. John saw I was awake and looked at me in the rearview mirror.