Wake Me Up Inside, Bring Me Back to Life. (Frerard Fanfiction)

Chapter 1~

Frank's Point Of View:

Being openly gay to a world so judgmental and cold can be a struggle. Every Day, getting punched and pushed around because you’re different, I'm used to being judged; being seen as a freak, and being hated. But my sexual preference isn’t the only problem.

Ever since the age 13 I was diagnosed as Schizophrenic. I hear things nobody else hears. I see things nobody else sees. And honestly the things I hear and see, I believe there premonitions or visions of what to come.

Sure I sound crazy and maybe I am, but to me I believe it’s true. "It’s a gift" my grandma would always say but to me, this so called gift was a curse.

"Time for school Franklin, You better get down here in the next ten seconds or you’ll get the back hand" I heard my mother yell up to me from downstairs.

My mother and I never really had a good relationship, she’s the type of mother who would bring home different guys, the kind who drinks daily and would abandon her child if she had the chance. I love my mother, even with these little flaws. I wish she’ll get help soon so we could be a family again.

“Franklin Anthony Iero!!!” I heard her yell, followed by footsteps on the stairs. I quickly slipped my black shirt on and turned to my door, that’s when she came through “Frank, I told you to get downstairs. NOW your late for the god damn bus, come on I’ll have to fuckin drive you now…HURRY UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”

It hurt when my mother talked to me like that, it makes me feel like I’m alone or I don’t deserve to live. I grabbed my back pack and head to the car, when I got in the car; I reached over and opened my mother’s door. I watched her lock the house door and walk slowly to the car as if she was a zombie. Drugs ruined her life; she used to be beautiful and full of life. She used to have big plump red lips, beautiful hazel eyes and a smile that could melt the sun. But that all disappeared along with her caring attitude.  I remember how she used to call me Frankie and how she used to hug and kiss me afterschool “I missed you so much Frankie, you been gone all day and I get super worried when you’re gone like this I love you” she used to say to me when I would get off the school bus.

Realizing that these thoughts are just memories and the past, I lay back in the seat and closed my eyes.

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It took 14 minutes to get me to the devils on little worship hall, high school. My mom parked the car in front of the school entrance and said “Okay before you go, I won’t be home... Have to go somewhere okay…you’ll be fine right? Of course you’ll be fine…your 14 years old.”

I eyed her deeply and said “Mom, I’m 16 okay!” She looked at me and pushed me hard “Whatever frank, get out so I can leave you little bastard!” I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the car, she drove away quickly.

Looking at the school, I walked in. my IPod in my ears and on full blast, in my hands held an Algebra II text book and my ratty book bag. Ignoring the stares and the comments that are forced towards me, I walk to my locker.

I hated school because everyone hated me, the only friend I had was a guy named Bob Bryar. He was the star quarter back of the school and most popular guy in school, he literally talked to everyone…and he was just so sweet and caring despite his alluring title. He was my one and only best friend, until he graduated early and moved to New York. 

When I was with Bob, everyone respected me. But now since he’s gone, everything changed.

I threw my crap in the locker and high-tailed away from it, that’s when I bumped into someone head first. The impact was so strong that I fell backwards to the ground, “Watch where you’re going fag,” I heard someone say.

I looked up to see Malik Petty staring down at me; Malik is the new school quarterback and Bob’s ex best friend. Bob and him used to be tighter then a catholic virgins legs. That is until Bob met me, basically I took Bob from Mailk and now malik is blaming me for stealing his best friend. It isn’t my fault Malik is a total jerk,

“Oh I’m sorry Malik.” I said standing up and looking at him deep in his eyes to freak him out, he looked away and said “You better chill with that gay shit Iero…I’m warning you.” I laughed and said “Haha all I did was look at your handsome face…was that too much for you?”

He looked at me pissed and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, “Listen here you little punk, I’m not gay! I’ll never be! You dirty little faggot” I was about to say something until I heard someone behind him.

“Actually sir, you’re the faggot because if you’re actually intimated but this boy just staring at you then there is something going on in your head”

Malik let go of me and turned to the boy “What did you say punk?” Malik asked, cornering the boy. “You heard me you…are…a…faggot…” the boy said before Malik grabbed him by the throat “I’ll fucking kill you!”

The boy looked at Malik and the slowly pointed, out of nowhere the principle, Mrs. Jarvis, came out of her office.  Malik turned his head and scoffed, he dropped the boy and began walking away, pushing me down before leaving “This isn’t over Iero!” he whispered as he left.

I watched him walk away and then ran over to the boy, “Are you alright” I said looking at him with care. He smiled at me with a smile that gave me chills “I’m just fine.”