MCR: Guitar Strings. Music.A snap."Shit."Frank Iero raised a hand from his guitar. There it was: a long slash was cut into his glove. Blood was slowly dripping out of the fresh wound. Frank looked at his guitar; a string was hanging. There was no sight of blood on it, though. Lucky piece of shit. Frank shook his head and placed the guitar over beside him. He took his other hand and grabbed his wrist, holding it in place. Why am I fucking shaking?He pushed the thought away. It's not important right now. He looked back down at his hand. Blood was still coming out of his hand. The cut looked a little puffy. Frank cocked his head. Wait… is blood seeping
MCR: Gestures. It began with a gesture, and a rude gesture at that, to tell me that all of my previous thoughts had been wrong. I always figured that Frank Iero was a faggot. The clothes, the make-up, the way he acted around his friends… well, it all screamed gay to me.Of course, high school boys will be boys, running around and acting like they're faggots to get a laugh out of everybody. Frank Iero was one of those boys. He was practically the main one they all went to, hoping to get a quick laugh out of the other students. Picking people up, holding them, humping their backs, and cupping their asses, well, Frank was an expert at that. S
MCR: Wonderland. :01-18: Happy endings are shit. There is no such thing as a happy ending. Besides, if there was, it would sooner or later end with murder, deception, or greed. Yep, there is no such thing as a happy ending. Ask me, I should know.It all started on a rainy, dreary day. Just like today…1.I brushed my wet hair out of my eyes and raised a hand to tug at my lip ring. Finally this little fuck can leave. I rolled my eyes and gave my mum a look. "I'm still here, you know." She muttered something in return, but I couldn't make it out. I shook my head and adjusted my bag over my shoulder. I glanced over at her before backing up a few steps.Mum loo
MCR: Wonderland. :02-18: I followed Cheshire—Gerard—all throughout campus; I was starting to get annoyed with this kid. If your room was the biggest on campus, shouldn't it be in plain sight for everyone to gawk at? I guess people here liked to keep their rich kids out of normal view. I shook my head, looking down. I suddenly stopped when I ran into Gerard's back. He grimaced and slightly growled. My eyes widened. If that little shit bothers me one more time…He shook his head and stared at the rather large building in front of him. My eyes widened again, and my mouth fell open. He slowly nodded. "Yeah, this is my dorm." He raised a hand to scratch
MCR: Wonderland. :03-18: I woke up the next morning with a headache. How the hell does that happen? I shook my head and dragged myself out of bed. First day of school, great. I walked over to the closet, grabbing a t-shirt with a pair of skinnies. I sighed and exited the bedroom, carrying my things.I looked around the room, biting down on my lip ring. I slowly approached Gerard's room. I stared at the door and sighed, taking a chance. I swallowed and raised a hand, knocking on the door.I heard movement in the room and a few irritated groans. I chewed on the inside of my cheek. What was he doing?Finally, the door opened. Gerard opened the door up a crack, peeki
MCR: Wonderland. :04-18: I quickly walked away from Ches and Whatshername's make out session. I had no idea Gerard had a girlfriend. I bit my lip, my heart racing. Hell, why did I even care? Gerard was only my obnoxious roommate. Nothing more.I continued walking down the hallway, utterly lost. I had no idea where I was going. I could only imagine how much more time I had before class started. I sighed and walked over to the wall, leaning against it. I slowly closed my tired, hazel eyes, letting unknown thoughts enter my head.I was snapped awake by a sharp pain in my side. I jerked my head up, seeing who had kicked me. I frowned. "It's you."Gerard sneered. "Did
MCR: Wonderland. :05-18: Gerard and I slowly looked at each other. The only thing that could be heard was the downpour of rain. I licked my lips and slowly looked down Gerard's body. I quickly glanced back up and left my gaze on his face.Gerard smiled at my action. He chuckled slightly and slowly scooted closer to me. I tensed up, swallowing. He placed a hand on my cheek, stroking it. His touch made me relax. I sighed and slowly breathed out. I closed my eyes and parted my lips.Gerard licked his lips and leaned down, his hand holding my head up.Our lips met.I snapped awake.I licked my dry lips and swallowed. I sat up in bed, a cold sweat traveling down my
MCR: Wonderland. :09-18: I shut the library door behind me, biting my lip. I wondered how difficult this would possibly be. I ruffled my wet hair, getting some parts in my eyes. I sighed and looked around the room.Some of the books looked like they've been moved. Not very far, though, more like a few inches. A few cushions from the chairs had been scattered around on the floor. Gerard was in one of the lounge chairs next to a bookcase.I walked over to the bookcase, running my fingers along the spines of the many books. I paused at the section that contained books pertaining to the mind. I bit my lip and looked over at Gerard. "What books have you read in here?"
MCR: Wonderland. :11-18: I slept in that morning. I was crying half the night, though. I dragged myself out of bed, leaving my pajamas on. I didn't care who saw me. The dorm was going to be empty anyway. Gerard and Poppy would have left together.I slammed the bedroom door shut and walked over to the kitchen. I looked around the room, frowning. I rubbed my arms, realizing that I was cold. I sighed and turned around. I walked out of the room and dragged myself over to the couch. I sat on it, automatically falling onto my stomach. I stared ahead."Frank," someone whispered.I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. "Leave me alone, please. You've done enough."Gerar
MCR: Wonderland. :13-18: I stood in front of my mirror, studying my appearance. I didn't know where Gerard was planning to take me, so I just threw on some warm clothes. I ran a hand down my arm, pulling the hoodie sleeve down even more.I had thrown on an over-sized hoodie that went down to a little above my knee and a pair of skinnies. I had a pair of black gloves on which had the fingers cut out, so I didn't know what good those would do. I was wearing my normal black, worn Converse. I sighed and glided my fingertips along my pale cheek. I had neglected to put on my usual eye make-up.I chewed on my lip, occasionally swiping my tongue against the cool metal of
MCR: Wonderland. :14-18: I watched Gerard and Poppy from my spot in the tree. I placed a hand on the trunk, steadying myself.I was up in a tree near mine and Cheshire's dorm. He and Poppy were saying goodnight. I bit my lip and looked up at the sky. The cool winter air was scratching my face, making it raw. I sighed and closed my eyes. I concentrated on the scene below."Can I stay the night?""I don't think you should.""Why not?""Frank's become a bit distant. I think he caught something.""You baby him.""You don't see how we act, do you?""No, but—""Don't put in your opinion if you have no idea what we're talking about.""Oh, fine. I love you."
MCR: Wonderland. :17-18: I busted through the doors, fighting back the urge to scream. I looked around frantically for the front desk. I bit my chapped lip and walked up to the desk once I had found it. I placed my hands on the counter. I saw that they were shaking. I held my breath and dropped my arms to my sides. I stared at the woman behind the computer, who was typing away, apparently unaware that she was in the ICU, and there was a person needing information.She finally lifted her head and looked at me lazily. "Hello, can I help you?"I sighed. "I need the room where Gerard Way is staying. I received a call that he was in here." More like a thought, but stil
MCR: Wonderland. :18-18: Epilogue.There's my happy ending. Lovely, isn't it? My happy ending was crushed by guys who got a thrill watching a poor boy bleed to death. Damn it, that was my boy! He didn't do anything to deserve that!I shake my head and slowly put out the cigarette I'm smoking. I lick my lips and walk back over to the gazebo, rain splashing against my fedora the whole way there.I sigh and look over to the side, seeing the fresh grave. I feel a pang of sadness, but I keep going.I make my way to the gazebo. To do this, I have to walk past a certain tree. And by a certain tree, I mean our tree. Sure we only had been there once, but, hell, that mean
MCR: Sin Tastes. :02-13: It all started when Frank had turned fifteen, and his parents decided to change their church. This was the result of them finding out that their pastor was, ahem, using the boys a bit inappropriately. How ironic.Father Armstrong had always been a friend of the Iero family, so Frank's parents didn't see a problem with starting to go to his church. They still didn't see a problem with it when the church's Youth Minister had begun to give their only son suggestive looks, and that their son was returning them. Yeah, no problems there.Now, with Frank nearing the age of sixteen, his parents had no idea how deep his and Gerard's relationship wa
MCR: Broken Glass. A crash rang throughout the hotel. The four men in the room weren't surprised at all. They knew this sound too well by now—it was caused by one of their own, after all. A mousey-haired boy raised up his head, nose scrunched up, causing his glasses to press against the bridge of his nose."Gerard."The other three nodded; no shock or disbelief was on their faces."Should we go check on him?"The others shook their heads, lowering them. One nibbled on his lip, narrowing his eyes. He found the fact that nobody was going to check on the other quite angering."We have to help him."A blonde looked over at the one that had spoken, a loo
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