Band Of The Broken

HOLY FUHK!?

As I slept, memories shot me like bullets from a gun, peppering me with pain....

I carefully walked down the steep stairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch, thoughtful and slightly concerned expression on her pretty face.

"Frank, come here please." She said. I walked over suspiciously, noticing out of the corner of my eye my dad sitting in a chair across the room from mom... good.

"What is it?" Mom rubbed her hands together nervously and shifted her weight.

"Well, me and your father have been talking, and we decided that we are moving to New Jersey!" I was shocked to say the least. And worried, we were moving to the most crime ridden state in America. I frantically shook my head, my breathing uneasy and strained.

"I-I...I...no... DAD! YOU CAN'T JUST FORCE US TO MOVE AROUND WITH YOU!" He growled, glaring at me and thrusting his beer towards the side table, where it clattered of the edge and spilled the foul liquid onto the vacuumed carpet. He shot to his feet, stumbling as his feet tangled. He lurched toward me with a savage groan. The scent of alcohol drift toward me from five feet away. I felt his hand collide with my cheek, I hissed in pain as the stinging sensation resinated in the one spot...

"Get back here!" Grayson shouted with his posse of jocks behind him, I was running through the science hall the sound of our footsteps echoed throughout the halls. My short legs can't go much longer but they have knives and baseball bats, I can't give up. The one time I value my life they come along and mess it up. I heard Grayson catch up as we neared the end of the hall. I sped up and darted up the stairs to the part of the building that was abandoned...

"Frank!" Thomas called out, I looked back. They were close. I felt my foot slip and hit my head on a piece of metal, I felt it push into the skin slowly cutting it from the pressure, blood slowly drizzled out wetting my hair and making my skin sticky. The metallic smell filled the room. I felt a bat fly into my rib cage cracking my bones, I couldn't breathe, I tried to breathe but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and it was like all my senses kicked in I could breathe but I used the little bit of oxygen to respond to the pain by grunting. Grayson moved and his face was near mine in an instant, a twisted grin plastered on his ugly face. He opened up a, sharp and shiny pocket knife and put it in the right corner of my mouth, he slowly started to cut away at the skin making me cry in pain. I felt a warm sticky liquid drip out of the wound, the taste of metal filled my mouth making me gag. He continued to cut away more blood spewed out the wound. I felt knives carve my stomach, chest, arms and legs. I started to go numb and panic seized my chest suffocating me but soon I relaxed and my body went colder by the second I felt light until I was overcome by the feeling of death...

"Frank?!" I shot awake and realized that I was crying, I saw the murderous grin and I winced, I started to shake with sobs. I felt Gerard hug me, I sobbed into his chest as he rubbed my back soothingly.

"Shh, Frankie it's okay. I'm here, breathe..." Gerard kept mumbling random things to calm me down, I just cuddled closer to him as I started to calm down. He ran his fingers through my hair, well the longer bits. I felt Gerard kiss the top of my head.

"Do... you want to talk about it?" Gerard reluctantly questioned, I sighed knowing that it would help, but also remind me, I saw the knives and whimpered as visions flashed through my mind.

"We'll talk later..." He said, I just nodded and relaxed a little more, laying against him, I shivered being cover in sweat, despite the cold of the basement. Gerard laid back against the headboard and pulled a black fluffy blanket up to my shoulders. Me and Gerard just sat there making small talk for a while, until Mikey walked in asking if we wanted to write more music. I had to run and get Pansy from her case before we could write a new song.

"So... do you?" Mikey asked, I sighed and nodded, Gerard let go of me and let me stand to my feet, my cheeks were tear stained. I felt terrible. Gerard stood up and walked over to his closet and grabbed a black hoodie with the words dead inside crossed out. I let out a small giggle and walked to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my longer hair. I walked out and grabbed my black duffle bag and grabbed a black misfits tee-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots and a studded belt.

"You'll look very emo like the fuck?" I shrugged off Gerard's comment and changed into the clothes.

"I don't want people to fuck with me," I said and put on a little eyeliner Gerard tackled me and cleaned of my face with makeup remover and took off my belt throwing both my eyeliner and belt across the room.

"You would look mean... even though your the biggest fucking teddy bear in the fucking world!" Gerard exclaimed lovingly and we both left the house holding hands and crossing over to mine... we walked in my mother now drunk on the couch, I just sighed at the sight and we walked upstairs to my room only to see an unruly sight of blood splattered on the walls and shelf, staining my carpet and sheets. I gagged at the metallic smell that was oh so familiar I grabbed Pansy and more clothes that Gee picked out so no eyeliner, no belts but I could bring my beautiful dark green and rose gold pocket knife with a silver paw print on the side we walked back out to Gerard's house and retreated back into the basement.

I sat on the bed and Gerard sat next to me, "Gerard?"

"Hm?"

"What exactly are we? Because we started to make out from day one," Gerard laughed.

"Sounds like friends with benefits,"

"Why not boyfriends?" Gerard's breath hitched and he turned to me. "Only if you want to," I mumbled, Gerard moved to where he was straddling me.

"Here's your answer." Gerard pinned me down and rubbed my sides slowly, but kissed me passionately. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee, I sighed contently into the kiss as he gently sucked on my bottom lip. But before it could go any further me and Gerard heard a screech of surprise. We both pulled away, Gerard still straddling me, and saw Mikey fucking Way "OH FUCK YOU!" I yelled and threw a shoe at him he ran out saying something along the lines of ' Oh dear sprinkles please I don't want to walk in and them have each others dicks in there asses'...

Just trying to continue the story but the concert I might get to see is distracting... CAUSE ITS FRANKIE FUCKING IERO! But I have to get only A's and B's sooooooooooo fuck me...