Gerard Way was his school's loner, emo, blue-eyed soul, nothing seemingly special about him. When he hears about a boy who is being dubbed by his peers as a 'whore' and 'slut', he thinks they're blowing things out of proportion, but keeps his thoughts to himself.
Because surely Frank Iero didn't give their English professor a blow job in the janitors closet, just to get out of having a detention, right?
But regardless, and as the rumours surrounding Frank begin to get worse and worse, Gerard soon finds himself wondering more and more whether they are true or not.
Because, surely Frank Iero didn't top his homeroom teacher, and then blackmail him into letting him move homerooms, right?
But regardless, Gerard soon finds himself not-so-alone at the back of his homeroom, and in the companionship of his school's slut.
And yet, he hasn't made a move on anyone. Frank barely speaks, never mind flirts, or whatever a slut is supposed to do.
It all just makes Gerard wonder,
Is there more to the 'slut'?
(Warnings:
Rape,
Depression,
Paranoia)
"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where.
My name is Frank Iero, and I give up.
First Mikey.
Now Gee.
I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here.
But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard?
...right?...