I walked into school and let out a fearful whimper when I saw Brendon and Pete. Frank was by my side as we went inside. I closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself while I heard their footsteps come over.

"Hey, just leave him alone already," Frank said.

I watched as Pete shoved Frank to the side and Brendon laid a punch on my stomach. I doubled over, groaning in pain. I just closed my eyes, trying to ignore everything as they just kicked me over and over. Every hit seemed to only numb me more and more, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. Finally they seemed to leave and Frank hurried to my side.

"Gerard, are you okay?" Frank asked.

I sniffled, shaking my head.

"I-I think I'm gonna throw up," I whimpered.

Frank helped me up and I winced as he brought me to the bathroom. I threw up, the chocolate bar Frank brought for me in the morning making its way into the ceramic bowl. I washed my mouth out and Frank grabbed some paper towels. He got them wet slightly before helping to clean the blood off me.

"You know what, you don't deserve this anymore," Frank stated.

I whimpered as he helped me to my feet and helped me down to the office. Soon enough we were in the office sat down in the front of the principle.

"These kids have been terrorizing him for years," Frank complained. "They beat him up and say nasty things every single day."

"Well, boys will be boys," the principle said.

"It's not boys being fucking boys," Frank spat. "It's boys being fucking cruel!"

"Hey, watch your language, this is a place of learning," he said. "Who are you two again?"

"I'm Frank Iero and this is Gerard Way," Frank said, clearly trying to keep his cool.

"Okay, and who are these kids?" He asked.

"Brendon Urie and Pete Wentz," Frank stated.

"Oh, those are the captains of the soccer team," he said. "Lovely boys."

"You have to fucking do something about this," Frank said. "Gerard doesn't even want to come to school anymore because of them, he wants to drop out."

"Well, it seems to me like you're just being a girl," the principle said.

"He shouldn't have to feel unsafe just coming to school," Frank said. "This place, in your own words, should be a place of learning. He should be able to come here and just be able to learn happily. He shouldn't have to be scared of this place or anyone in it."

"Come on, just man up already," the principle said.

I cried quietly, my heart racing. I could feel myself panicking, my breathing picking up. Was the room getting smaller? Oh god, it's gotten so hot in here.

"He doesn't need to fucking man up, you need to do something about those assholes," Frank said.

"Those are some of our star students," he said.

"Just because they're on the soccer team doesn't mean they should be favored at all," Frank said. "They are harassing him everyday of his life. He even has to go to fucking therapy because of them."

"Therapy is for girls," the principle said.

"That doesn't fucking make any fucking sense," Frank spat. "Therapy doesn't have anything to do with gender."

"Of course it is, therapy is just for those rich girls who go to whine when their daddy doesn't give them their allowance," the principle said.

"Are you fucking dumb?" Frank asked.

"Hey, you watching your language or else I will suspend the two of you," he said.

I whimpered, my breath picking up even faster.

"You have to do something about them, they hurt him every single day," Frank said. "It's awful, they beat him every single day, he can't even walk down certain hallways because of them."

I whimpered, pulling my knees up to my chest. Everything seemed to fade around me as I cried. It seemed so distant when Frank put his hands on my shoulders, he sounded a thousand miles away.

"You're having a panic attack, just take a few deep breaths," he said.

I whimpered, nodding my head as I took a few slow, deep breaths.

"See, look at what you've done," Frank said. "This is a shitty fucking school with shitty fucking kids."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Well, who cares if he drops out?" The principle said. "It's not like he actually matters at all."

I don't matter.

"I can't believe you have an actual job helping students in school," Frank mumbled.

"Please, Frank l-let's just go," I whimpered.

"No, they can't just get away with fucking beating you every second of everyday," Frank said.

"P-please," I begged.

Frank looked at me before he sighed and nodded. He helped me out and I felt my body in pain everytime I moved. Frank's arm went to loop around my waist to help me walk as I limped but I pushed his arm away.

"Do you wanna go home?" Frank asked.

We happened to pass by Patrick and he frowned softly.

"Gerard? What happened?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

"He's fine," Frank snapped.

"No, he isn't," Patrick sighed, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch him," Frank spat, hitting his hand away.

"P-please, I just wanna go h-home," I begged.

"Alright, we'll get you home with a nice cup of hot chocolate," he said.

I sniffled and nodded my head, walking out of the school. We went home and I sniffled as I laid in bed.

"Come here, let me see where you're hurt," he said.

I nodded, letting him pull off my shirt and my pants. Frank sat beside me as he looked me over.

"Alright, I-I'll get you some ice packs," he said. "Do you have ice packs?"

"In the freezer on the top shelf," I said.

Frank nodded and hurried downstairs. When he came back he had a couple of ice packs and two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Here, we'll put one on your ribs and one on your head," Frank said as I sat up against the headboard. "Do you think you'll need it anywhere else?"

I shrugged as I sniffled quietly. Frank gave me a soft kiss.

"Th-they don't even care about me, I don't mean anything," I whispered.

"No, that isn't true," Frank denied. "You're so important. Those people are all just fuckers. We all love you, Baby. You're so important and we are going to be so happy together in the future when we can just get out of this shithole. We are going to go and live in our own little apartment and have an amazing life together."

I sniffled, closing my eyes as I shook my head.

"Yes, we are, we're gonna get apartment and then a nice little house and we're gonna get married and adopt some cute little kids," he said.

I sniffled as he gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you," he said, resting his forehead against mine.

The door opened and I gasped as I looked over at my mom.

"You fucking faggot," she spat.

I whimpered as Frank stood up between us.

"You can't fucking talk to him like that," Frank denied.

"Frank, y-you should go," I said quietly.

Frank hesitated for a moment before he nodded. He walked passed my mom and I sniffled as I looked out my window and watched as walked into his own house.

"You're so fucking disgusting," my mom spat.

I sniffled as I stood up.

"I knew I should have fucking aborted you when I had the chance," she said.

"Mom, please," I whimpered.

She took a swig of her beer, looking at me in disgust.

"You're fucking awful," she said. "You're a pathetic waste of space."

The bottle in her hand came swinging down and I didn't have any time to react before it was hit against my head. I fell to the ground, pain washing over me before I slowly passed out.

When I came to I was alone. It was dark and cold. I stumbled up to my feet, whimpering quietly as pain washed over my body. I went out to Frank's house and knocked on the door as I cried quietly.

"Oh my god, Gerard!" Ms. Iero gasped.

She helped me inside and sat me down at the table.

"I'm gonna call an ambulance, what happened?" She asked.

"I-I...I was walking and someone tried...t-tried mugging me and they h-hit me in the head w-with a bottle," I said.

"You poor thing," she said.

She grabbed a wet rag, calling an ambulance as she gently touched my head with the rag. I winced, crying out in pain.

"I-I'm sorry," she said. "Frank!"

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs before Frank walked in.

"Gee! Oh my god, Baby!" Frank gasped. "Wh-what happened?"

"Someone tried to mug him," Ms. Iero said. "Poor thing, he was beaten up and had a bottle smashed over his head."

Frank looked at me and he knew it wasn't true. I could hear sirens outside and I whimpered. Paramedics came in and they put me on a stretcher.

"We need you to sit very still for us," the paramedic said. "Can you tell us your name and age?"

"Uh, I-I'm...I'm gonna throw up," I said.

Ms. Iero ran over with the trash can and I sobbed as I threw up in it.

"Can you tell us your name and age?" They repeated.

I frowned softly in confusion. "U-um, my name is Gerard Way, I'm seventeen."

"Can you tell us what happened?" He asked.

"Mugged," I said.

"He was hit over the head with a bottle," Ms. Iero said.

"What kind of bottle?" He asked. "Do you know the thickness of the glass? The kind force used on it?"

"You're very lucky," One of the other paramedics said. "It's extremely dangerous to be hit over the head with a bottle. You could have easily been killed."

Darn.

If only I was.

"We need to get you to the hospital, you're gonna need stitches and a concussion," he said.

I sniffled, nodding my head as I was buckled in and put into the ambulance. Closing my eyes as I quickly passed out.