Before you start reading I would just like to say I meant no offence by using BVB as antagonistic characters in the previous chapter. I just like using band members as characters whenever possible because in my opinion it makes the story more intersting to read; people can recognize and visualize the characters more easily. So, if I did offend anyone, I'm sorry, but please stop getting butthurt over something so irrelevant and simple XD I'll let you get to the story now!
I woke up in a white room, the smell of alcohol strong in the air. Not the kind you drink; the kind they used for sanitization at hospitals. I sat up, my head pounding so loud I could hardly hear the door open and a woman approach me.
“Oh good, you’re awake! You gave us quite the scare, there, Frank.” I looked up to see a plump, middle-aged woman smiling down at me, her bright eyes showing nothing but kindness and care. I smiled back, recognizing her immediately.
“Hey, Nurse Betty. How did I get here?” I inquired, glancing around at the room I was in. I realized I was in the university’s nursing station, not a hospital. I knew this place like the back of my hand; I’d been here more than enough times. I was on a first name basis with all the doctors and nurses, and they all knew me from the numerous times Andy and his gang beat me to a pulp.
She looked me in the eyes, a sad smile curving her lips. “We found you by the entranceway, passed out and covered in blood. You’re lucky we found you when we did; you lost quite a bit of blood, and you have a minor concussion.” Minor? It felt like a lot more than minor. But I just nodded, and the memories of what had happened came flowing back to me. I scowled as I remembered the look on their faces, the anticipation and joy of what they were about to do to me.
Nurse Betty placed a gentle hand on my arm. I tried not to wince as she touched the bruise that adorned my shoulder. She sighed knowingly as she saw my expression, and I forced myself to work up a smile for her. It was probably unconvincing, because she took my hand and spoke softly.
“Oh, Frank. I’m so sorry this keeps happening to you. I’ve tried, so many times, to talk to the Headmaster about those boys, but nothing I do ever results in anything. It’s like they’re trying to make people’s lives more miserable.” She started tearing up, and I reached up and put my hand on her cheek.
“It’s okay, Nurse Betty. I understand that you can only do so much. And I’m fine, really. I’m pretty used to it at this point.” She laughed softly and rubbed the back of my hand she was still holding.
“You’re always so brave, Frank. You deserve so much better than this.”
“Thank you, Nurse Betty. Do you think I can go home today?” I asked, not entirely keen on spending the night on this uncomfortable cot.
“Of course, dear. You get dressed back into your own clothes while I go fill out the release form.” She smiled, walking back out of the room. This was the first time I noticed I was wearing a hospital gown. Looking at the chair opposite the bed, I saw my clothes, all washed and folded, and my textbooks stacked neatly beside them. I smiled, appreciation for Nurse Betty’s kindness flowing through me. I stood up slowly, letting my damaged cranium adjust to the sensation of movement before I walked over and started putting on my pants. Once I was fully clothed, the hospital gown laid out on the cot, I grabbed my books and walked out the door to the front desk, where Nurse Betty was just finishing up my release forms. I smiled and waved goodbye before opening the door that led back out onto campus. As soon as I was out of her sight, my smile melted, all my negativity and hatred that I hid from her so well coming to the surface and overtaking my thoughts.
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The Only Hope For Me Is You
Fanfiction[I suck at descriptions; it'll be better than it sounds ;)] Frank Iero is a damaged, depressed, and drained individual. Forced to go to university by his father, he drags himself sullenly through life, sinking further and further into a dark abyss o...
