Revenge (Frank Iero x Reader)

Thankful

I woke up on the cold, hard floor of the abandoned school. I listened for any possible noise before leaving the small space.

The small gun I had was definitely damaged from the water. It was all I really had, even though I wouldn't use it much. I couldn't waste the few bullets I had left, so I used my body as much as I could. It created a lot of bruises and even a couple broken bones, but it worked.

It reminded me of the night I met Frank. He taught even more than I knew with self-defense. I never thought I'd have to use it against him.

I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them out. I had to be as silent as possible in here. Since I began running, I learned how to be cautious of everything I do. Even a the faintest cough could get me killed.

I examined the old classroom I was in. There were still papers littering the floors and even pieces of chalk. This place is like me; it used to be full of life, but now it's wasting away.

I quietly stepped into the hallway, listening for anything or anyone anywhere else, but was met with silence. It was relieving, honestly. I used to loathe silence, always loving the constant noise of the city around me. Now any noise causes constant fear and paranoia.

I continued to wander until I found what looked to be an old cafeteria. Any food in here would most likely be very spoiled, but I decided to search for water. Even just a small bottle could help a bit. Hell, even a pot and matches would work if I ended up finding a body of water in the next town over.

I knelt down and quietly raided the cupboards, searching every inch for anything that could be useful. I almost squealed when I found water and extremely stale crackers. It was better than nothing though. 

I sat on top of the counter while I munched on the food. The taste was awful but it's better than the moldy bread left behind. I longed for the exquisite meals I would have while with Frank, but I knew I'd never be able to go back to that. I'd rather die.

I conveniently found an old school bag and stuffed it full of bottled water and crackers. I searched the building for anything I could use as a weapon. Anything mildly sharp or something that could be considered a blunt object would do just fine.

I found a few knives in the kitchen as well as some matches which could help on cold nights. No pot for water, sadly. Even so, coming here was definitely a good choice, even if I was still freezing from swimming so far.

I really wished I could stay here longer, but it's too risky. They would search up and down every building, every street, every forest for me. If Frank Iero and his mafia buddies demanded it, it would happen.

Anything I found useful I stuffed in the bag. I found medical supplies and a blanket in the old nurses office and some old gym clothes in a locker room. Anything was better than the still-damp clothes I was wearing.

I wondered to myself how all of this could just be left behind. It's almost as if school ended one day and no one ever came back the next day. They never came back. Why though? I guess it doesn't really matter to me now, just dumb curiosity.

I finally decided that anything more would weigh me down, so I plopped down on a classroom floor with a book I found. The book was called Burned by Ellen Hopkins. The way it was written was different from any book I've seen, but it was fantastic.

I read the book until the sun started to set, and stuffed it back in my bag. I pulled a map of the town out of my pocket and looked for where I could go next. Anywhere that had shelter would be best considering it was raining, but anywhere would have to work.

That's when I saw the scissors on the desk.

Maybe a haircut could help? If I changed my look even a little bit, maybe I could get away quicker. So I grabbed them and found the closest mirror. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. I can't change my hair color without finding dye, but I can't find dye in a school.

I stared at myself for a moment. I imagined what I had looked like before all of this, back when Frank and I were a normal, happy couple. I was so full of life then. Now, I look like I'm barely alive. I've lost a lot of weight, eating wasn't something that happened often. My skin is covered in dirt and blood. Now my hair is choppy. 

I hate myself. I hate what he has done to me. I hate him. I hate the fact that he's out there looking for me. Why can't he just leave me be?

I sighed and shook the thoughts away. I had to leave. After putting the scissors in my pocket, I went back to the map. I could take a detour through the woods which would take me out to an area where you wouldn't find many people. I could also follow the interstate, obviously not on the road, but beside it or under it.

I just knew I needed to get out of this town as soon as possible. Even the next town over or the one after that. I need to get far, far away from here.

Once darkness fell, I waited as long as possible before leaving again. I hoped I'd find another place like this someday. I bolted towards the trees near the school and continued on that way for what felt like hours. I knew I'd come out of this with many scrapes and bruises from the tree limbs, but it was a usual thing now.

No matter what I had to go through to get away, it's worth it in the end. I won't let him get me. I won't let him win. I won't let him have the satisfaction of torturing me. I have enough scars from him now.

He will never win.