Gerard, looks up only to see the down ward swing of a knife. The blade went through the poor boys skin, hitting his back, crimson liquid dripping from the wound. He looked at the man that stabbed him, his own father Gerard's face was struck with fright seeing him swing it down with force. Gerard jumped to the side and sprinted out the door before he could get him. Surges of pain went through his back, head, legs and stomach.
Gerard sprinted until his father was out of site, he looked back still running he ran into another boy knocking him over.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Gerard backed away looking back frantically, he looked at the other boy and saw his face soften.
"Hey... calm down. Why are you freaking out?" Gerard glanced back again he stood up and ran forwards the other boy stood as well jogging after him. He stopped when Gerard slowed and collapsed on to the ground. The boy that followed Gerard ran by his side.
"Hey...HEY!" The boy shook him he felt a wet spot on Gerard's back, the boy lifted his black shirt and saw the word 'worthless' gently carved in his back not deep enough for him to die. The boy picked up the boy that was bleeding, badly and ran to the hospital.
"Hey!" the boy yelled at the lady in the front desk. She glanced up...
"Hello do you have an appointment?"
"NO!...BUT HE NEEDS YOUR HELP!" The boy shouted fairly loud, the lady looked down at him. The boy lifted Gerard's shirt to show the stab wounds.
"OH MY GOD?!" she dialed a number and someone took Gerard to a room and started to help with the wounds.
"O-okay...what's your name?" The boy looked at her.
"Frank... Frank Iero."
"Who is the boy with the wounds Mr. Iero?"
"I don't know." They talked about what happened before Frank came to the hospital.
Frank was told that the boy he helped is stable, and that he could go see him. He did, curious to find out why he had stab wounds.
((Gerard's POV))
I woke up with needles in my arm and a tight bandage on my wounds. I looked around and saw the frame of a person I shot up and backed away with whatever room I had.
"D-don't H-urt me!" a tear ran down my cheek. The figure came closer it was the boy that I ran into. He had a ring pierced in his lip, black hair, pale skin he looked around my age. He seemed kind seeing as I'm here in a... hospital?
"Hey... are you okay?" his voice was soothing filled with sympathy.
I nodded shaking not able to look him right in the eyes,
"Are you cold."
"N-no."
"Why are you shaking."
"S-scarred..." I started to sob knowing that I'm gonna suffer when I'm found. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, strong compared to my small feminine like body. He sat there and let me cry letting me know he's there...
"It's okay...shh." he spoke soft caring. I stopped crying calming down knowing I'm safe for now.
"Whats your name?" I looked up at him glancing at his hazel eyes
"G-gerard W-ay."
"I'm Frank..." He scanned up and down my body.
"You should rest..." I drifted of too sleep flashes of my dads face stuck in my mind...
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