His Bulletproof Heart

Just another day

I woke up to the sound of something hitting the wall over and over again. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see what the hell was going on. Soon when I reached the bottom of the staircase I peaked around the corner to see my mom banging her drunk head against the wall. Being the good son I had ran over to stop her even though I knew what would happen. "Get the fuck away from me you little emo piece of shit!" my mother had yelled at me for the hundreth time this week. I turned around and ran out of the house as fast as I could before she could even say anything else. After I ran what seemed like 10 miles I found myself nearby the abanded house that I loved a lot. The house was in the middle of nowhere and nobody ever even borthed to stop in and see whats in it. Maybe thats why I love it so much.

The steps creaked and cracked as I walked up the front steps to the house. Even as I opened the front door it creaked and cracked. When I first found this house it was filled with dust and spider webs. I have tried my hardest to clean it up as much as possaibly and I did a pretty dam good job. In the back of my head I knew that this was it, for the next two years this would be the place I can go to to escape from all the horrible things in my life and to be alone. When I got inside I grabed my huge sketch book and layed down on the floor. It wasnt a pretty day today so I sat inside and started drawing. It was the only thing I was really good at. On a good day I would sit outside by the tree that hung low and draw under the shaded tree but today was a rainy day so I sat on the floor in the center of the empty living room. The sad empty depressing room.

Okay trust me I've tried to make the house not so depressing looking but its hard to do when your broke and can barely feed yourself. Ive stolen some blankets and pillows from my house that are kept in the hall closet to make the sad depressing house more comfortable but it's still pretty sad and depressing. I have put all my art stuff I have found in a bin and kept it hidden under the hard wood floors so nobody can take them.  Lucky nobody really comes out here so everything is safe where it is. I began to draw some comic book characters that I thought would look pretty rad for something I might use someday when I become a famous artist. All these thoughts kept running threw my head when all of a sudden the front door swung open and I could hear someone walk in like they owned the place...
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"Umm hello?" I had was scared to say anything but I did anyways because I really didn't want to scare the first person I had really talked to in what seemed like a month. "Who's there?" It finally replied after a minute of silence. "I'm in the living room" I said back right after it had replied. The house was set up weird. You walked in and there was a long hallway. The living room was near the back along side with the kitchen. I turned around and threw my back up against the wall prepared to get beat up or something stupid that normally sixteen year olds do to me at school. I never really beat up kids or anything like that. I'm just that kid that everyone and anyone could pick on. Finally the person had walked into the living room and had faced me face to face now. He looked like someone I knew from school but I couldn't quite remember. Oh he's the new guy that just moved here about a month ago. Oh great not this guy. He's one of the most meanest guys I have ever seen and I'm often picked by on him a lot.

"Well well well look who I found hiding from the world in a shit shack house." His eyes stared me down. In the back of my mind I knew I was doomed. Shit! I looked around the house to see if there was an escape window or something I calls run out of fast but it was too late. I felt his big hand around my neck as slid up the wall. I could hardly breath. "Can't escape this time can you Gerard?" I didn't say anything. His big fro looking hair was huge on him. Sometimes it made me laugh and giggle but not when he was around. He scared me and the living shit out of a lot of teenagers. He kept on squeezing my neck while up against the wall. This really was going to be the death of me this time. "Put him down, Ray Toro!" Rays eyes got real big and he spun around to only see someone I would have never thought would find me.

Ray Toro might have been the most meanest guy in the whole school but my brother Mikey Way was the most dangerous and the leader of the whole school. Funny how I was the lamest and picked on person in the school when my brother was the most popular and dangerous person that everyone looked up to. Everybody did as he told except for me of course. Mikey did the most dangerous things and the most illegal things like shoplift, spray painting a building, or even sometimes doing illegal drugs and drinking alcohol. For a sixteen year old that's not really good but I didn't care anymore. After my father died my mother became an alcoholism and Mikey my twin brother was the bad kid at school. I was the only one left with some fucking sense.

"Uh I'm sorry Mikey I'll be on my way now... See uh... see you tomorrow!" Ray was gone in a flash. I fell to the ground with a thud. "Ugh you okay?" Mikey said to me for the hundredth time. "I'm still here aren't I?" I wasn't really happy that he saved me. It makes me look like I was the biggest wimp ever. "Yeah well whatever who's gonna save your ass next time?" Mikey snapped back at me. This was pretty much our relationship. We never really have a perfect brother to brother relationship. He's never home anymore and we don't talk in school at all besides when he sometimes gets me out from being beat up from so kid. He only helps me when I'm almost died which happens a lot! Therefore were always at each other, yelling and being pissed a lot.

"Look I'm gonna go now I don't want to be caught hanging out with you okay?" He started to walk away and soon he was gone leaving me in the middle of the living room floor back to where I started just trying to get my breath back. Well school sucks and so does my life. Trying to dodge Ray and his gang in school was the worst. Also hearing negative rumors and comments from the cutest girls in school didn't help me out at all. My brother Mikey didn't seem to care he only saved my ass so I didn't die. Yep my life sucks. I've self harmed many times before and though of suicide a lot. But what does it matter anymore I already have all kinds of bruises and cuts from getting beat up a lot so I'm used to feeling pain. I wore long selves just so that nobody can see my cuts. There's only one reason why I'm still here in this shitty world. That reason is for Frank Iero, the most hottest and badass person I have ever met...

About 10'minutes later...

Finally I found my grip and got back up. I put my art stuff back under the wood floors and walked out the back door. I really needed some air. When I walked outside I stood under the tree that hung low and stared out into the big open field. Breath in breath out. I kept thinking about it, about him. Frank was so goddam perfect. He played lead guitar in a band called The Undead Moon, was in the same grade as me, kinda a loser but then was getting really popular, he looked so hot and beautiful I don't understand why he's still single. We have math class and writing class together but that's it. Outside of school he's plays with the band that's just really plays gigs in New Jersey in the small town we live in just trying to make some extra cash so they can blow it in a cigs and other stuff that they don't need. Frank was different though.

Frank normally skipped classes and hung out in the back side of the school. He wore black a lot with black eye liner. Just like I do. Sometimes I see him in class though. Here's the thing that I love about Frank. Frank is more solo. That's what makes him the loser out of everyone else. Mikey and Ray and everyone else "but me of course" had a group of buddies or friends. Frank and I were solo and didn't say much. Frank never really went to party's or anything social besides going to school or his band practice. That's really it. That's why I love Frank we have so much in common. <3

Daydreaming about Frank was amazing and really kept me going that's why I did it so much. But after what seemed like an hour or two of just daydreaming about some guy from school that I would never have a chance with I decided to go somewhere else.

I went down to the old park where nobody ever goes to anymore because of an meth lab that blew up right next to it. Haha I laugh every time because of a funny story I was in once. I sat down on the old rusty swing that squeaked every time you swung on it. I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands trying to think about something positive when someone had came along right next to me. "This seat taken?" The guy asked me. "No it's just me." I said to the guy with my head still in my hands. "You look down and sad, want one?" I looked up and saw a cigarette right in my face. I pulled it away and looked into the eyes of something beautiful. I had stumbled upon the one thing that kept me going. Frank...