My Chemical Ferard

My Chemical Frerard

Frank Iero stared at the white ceiling above him. Yes, Frank Iero. He thought happily to himself. No more of the disgusting human being he once was. Frank had long forgotten what his name used to be. Funny Monster or something weird like that. He, in all honesty, had a burning hatred for what he once was. How could I have been so stupid? He thought, beginning to agitated with himself, as he always did when he thought of his disturbed, lust, passion, and rebellious filled past. The boy with fire engine red hair popped into his mind again. Frank would often tell himself to forget the boys name, just as he had his, but he still knew exactly who he was. He refused to let himself think of the name, it was part of the process of forgetting. But of course, it's never affective in this particular case. Party Poison. Disgust filled his veins at the thought of him. Frank sat up and immediently grabbed the small vile and needle and pushed it into his arm. Smooth numbness worked its way through his body until he couldn't feel a single thing. What was he thinking about again? He hadn't a clue. The speaker in his room cracked on, breaking through the silence that was always settled in his room, as he had no need for noise.
"Mr.Iero, your services are required down in sector G, please report immediently." The monotone voice said.
"Yes ma'am." Frank retorted, feeling in an oddly good mood. The speaker died and Frank got up and changed from his white sweat pants and tank top, to a white tshirt and white slacks. Frank went to the mirror and combed his short, black, hair back smoothly. He stared at himself and saw his reflection looking intently back at him. He sighed and ran a hand over the dark ink designs on his neck. It was a shame he couldn't get it removed, he very much disliked the way it made him look. They made him look like some killjoy slut. Frank sighed again and walked out into the hallway, allowing his legs to carry him towards Sector G. The recovery sector? I wonder what they could possibly want from me there. Once he had reached the steel door, he took out his card and pressed it against the handle. A metallic screech echoed through the corridor as it opened slowly. Frank swiftly entered the room and bowed slightly to the tall Asian woman in front of him. She looked exactly the same as he last saw her. Black neck length hair, small beady eyes, perfectly straightened white teeth. Even the suit and skirt remained the same.
"Hello Mr.Iero, I have a job for you."