I like Against The Current's cover of teenagers, I'm not a big fan of TØP's cover of cancer tbh

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I was on the playground at school, sitting by myself like I usually do and watching all the other kids play. I sat at the outdoor table, drawing in a little notebook I had. It was of a dark forest with creepy, twisting trees and ominous shadows. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned to look at a girl. Her black hair had little pink bows in them to match her pretty pink dress. She was in my class last year when we were in third grade but she wasn't this year now that we were in fourth grade. I'm pretty sure her name is Jamia.

"H-hi, Frank," she stuttered, her cheeks turning pink. "I got you a flower, I thought we can be friends."

I stood up and looked down at her. She was rather small and frail. She didn't have any friends, just like me. Except she didn't have one because the other kids don't like her, whereas I didn't have any because I didn't want one.

"I know you like black so I colored it black for you so maybe you'd like it better," she offered.

Jamia held out a flower with the white petals crudely colored with black marker. Black ink covered her fingers around it. I took the flower from her hand and she smiled happily. I then proceeded to drop it on the ground and stomp on it. Jamia gasped, her eyes watering. I pushed her to the ground, reaching down and pulling her hair. She screamed and cried and begged me to stop while I just continued to yank on her dark locks.

"Mr. Iero!" Someone shouted.

I felt hands grab me and pull me off her. I sent the small, black haired girl a glare as I was dragged to the office, strands of her that I yanked out in between my fingers.

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I was confused as I walked home, the dark streets surrounding me. I've never just let someone go before. Especially not after showing them my face. But something inside couldn't possibly force myself to hurt a hair on his head and I hated. I wanted to kill him so badly but I just couldn't and that made me so fucking mad.

I growled quietly, looking around at the empty streets. I picked up a rock, throwing it through a store window in frustration. Alarm systems went off as I hurried out of there before police came. I wasn't necessarily in the mood for dealing with them today. I got to my house, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I chucked my shoes off, looking at the black painted walls.

My house was in a more secluded area of New Jersey, surrounded by woods. It wasn't very big, with just two bedrooms and one bathroom. People rarely came around here, the only time is if I do something like a pizza. Other than that, nobody bothers me. There are some houses along the woods like mine but none of them are too close and I like that. I've never actually had anyone around here and I prefer it that way. I don't need any pathetic person just hanging around my house.

Gee was confusing me as I laid back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I've never let anyone go freely, especially not someone like him. I like the weaker ones more, the ones who have pitiful attempts of escape and pleas. Yeah, the bigger ones that put up a fight can be fun but sometimes that's just so much work and I don't feel like dealing with them. But people like Gerard, oh man, I could get high off killing them. I love hearing their pathetic cries as they're completely powerless to me.

There's just something stopping me and I don't know what the fuck it is but it's annoying as hell. I can't just leave him walking around while he knows what I look like. I could just take him here, keep him locked up in my basement. Nobody would even notice he's gone. Maybe then once I have him I'll be able to kill him without a worry. Well, I guess I've got a plan.

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I've been stalking Gee for two weeks now, memorizing his routine and everyone he talks to. It was rather boring, actually. He mostly stayed home, only leaving to go to therapy twice a week. He went out once to the store and twice to get food. Other than that, he didn't do all that much.

I was following him now as he walked home from therapy. I was a good distance away across the street as I took a picture of him to add to the collection that was starting to form. I grabbed the Polaroid, shaking it out as it fuzzed to life and I shoved it into my bag. I watched him as he turned the corner and I waited a bit before turning too. There was a dark expression on my face as I watched him intently.

I turned and started going back to my house. By the time I got there it was starting to get dark. I went down to my basement, taping up the three new photos I had of gee onto my cement wall. I probably had about ten other candid photos of him. I found myself become fixated on him, like I needed to take more and more photos and be near him more and more. I stared at the photos intensely, looking at his innocent face and pretty outfits.

I waited a few hours before grabbing a bag, putting in anything that I could possibly need. It was dark outside as I got into my car and drove away. I preferred to walk places because I find cars to be loud and obnoxious. However, I couldn't carry Gee all the way back to my house without raising suspicion. I got to Gerard's house, seeing, as usual, the lights were turned off except for the one in Gerard's room. He tended to go to bed late and I didn't know why, half the time he also just slept with the lights on.

I used my knife wedged into the windowsill to unlock it as I climbed inside. I went upstairs and saw gee asleep in his bed. I stood over his peaceful, sleeping figure. Something about him was quite mesmerizing. The innocence that surrounded him made me want him even more. I pulled the blanket from him as he opened his eyes in shock.

"Rise and shine, Princess," I said. "We're leaving."

He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked at me.

"Leaving where?" Gee asked tiredly.

"You're coming home with me," I stated.

Gee shook his head. "I wanna stay here."

"Well, I guess that sucks for you," I said.

I went to grab his arm but he moved out of my grasp, curling into a ball in the corner with his stuffie in his arms. I sighed, knowing that I'd have to do this the hard way. Part of me expected him to just get up and come with me. I reached into my bag and pulled out the syringe and Gee shrieked at the sight. He cried, shaking his head.

"No needles!" He exclaimed.

I stepped closer and he shrunk back into himself.

"Well, it just has to be this way," I said.

Gee sobbed, pushing as far back against the wall as he could. At last second, he ducked out of the way and crawled past me. I shook my head, making a tsk sound as I grabbed his ankle, pulling him back. He cried and kicked as I straddled his hips to keep him down. I wrapped a hand around his throat to hold him still as I stuck the needle into his neck. Gee panicked for a bit but soon fell still. I stood up, picking him up in my arms bridal style as I headed to the door. After a second thought and a moment of internal battling, I went back and grabbed his stuffie too.

I walked out the front door, laying him across the backseat of my car. I drove him home, picking him up and carrying him down to my basement. I had just a little bed down there. The walls were grey and the cement floors were an ugly shade of green. There were weapons down here, some patches of blood staining the floor. All sorts of contraptions of pain. In the corner of the room was a little metal bed with a thin mattress on top of it.

I laid Gee onto the bed, grabbing a chain and chaining his ankle to the metal bedframe. I pulled a chair over, hearing the metal drag against the ground. I took a picture of his sleeping figure, taping it up onto the wall. I had two other photos of him when he was sleeping in his own bed. I sat in the chair, watching him until he woke up.

A little bit later and Gee finally opened his eyes. I smirked at him as he looked fearful, which is something I wasn't used to seeing. He tried to stand up but was realized he was restricted. Gee brought his knees up to his chest as he watched me lift my camera up and take another photo. I added it to my collection while he watched silently.

"You know what my face looks like," I said finally, staring at the small wall of photos. "We can't have you just walking around with that information, can we?"

I looked back at me and saw that he looked a little pale. I reached into my bag, pulling out his stuffed animal that he took quickly, wrapping his arms around it. I kneeled down in front of him and he pressed himself against the cold wall. He looked at all the sorts of weapons, gulping heavily.

"Don't worry, I won't use those on you," I reassured him, seeing the slight look of relief on his face.

"Promise?" Gee asked in a quiet voice.

I nodded my head. "Wouldn't want to ruin a pretty face like yours."

I stood up, pushing the chair against the wall. I walked out of the basement, turning off the lights and hearing Gee's cry of fright as he was surrounded by dark in the cold basement. I shut the door, going upstairs to my own room. The sun was just barely starting to rise as everything outside was dark blue. I laid down on my bed, feeling successful for having gotten Gee.