Frank Iero

Frank always wanted to spend his valentine's day with you. But never got the time, whatever anthrax said.

Frank's always been the fucked up kid—his family said that. He always muttered weird stuff when sunday praying. When asked what he's saying: he'll said it's nothing.

He'll laugh the loudest when bulied, their beating always making his pants wet. He never fought back - he instead told them to beat him harder.

Frank was often framed for stealing students items because he always hiding in lockers and do jumpscare pranks.

Frank change schools multiple times but his behaviour remains, scolding were futile. He got worse even.

High school winter break is almost here, and he wanna make most of his days, he wanna do the most fucked up pranks before he hang his neck in his bedroom ceiling.

Frank goes to multiple fucked up location to kill stinky rats and squeezed the blood out inside a ziplock bag. He prepared pretty big one for his pranks.

He choose the locker at random—semi russian roulette since he'll kill himself after this.

He choose your locker, because you got black flag poster, and it's his favourite shit.

He went in without a knock—locking in until you came.

He saw one shoes closer, the handle rattling-- then—POP! the rat blood exploded on your face, some even to his face.

The student scream in instinct, then it got louder when knowing it's not a red paint or any mankind—scented rotten and hell.

You two stand still, frank's teeth ran dry as he waited for your crying response. But you don't—unlike the others.

"Shit," He tries to stepped out from your locker but the pool of blood made him slipping forward like a clown—tumbling over your body.

"You not scared..?" He asked weirdly, not even bother to get off and cause another bigger scene.

He grins wider when you don't. It made him thinking you're a weirdo too. outcast in this school.

Since then; frank would leave notes, snacks or your favourite knick knacks—every items has his number but you didn't give it a shot.

Frank didn't give up, despite seeing you throwing his note multiple times. He still believe that you're the only person who understands him.

His obsession growing like a deadly fungus as he got older—he knows you more than his own family. He worshipped your face harder than god. He even got your name tattooed on his neck. - he wasn't the high school boy who follow you home anymore because you already moved out.

It died down but never entirely - especially that gerard bringing in the last minute drummer; you.

The same feral grin met yours, giving you nightmarish nostalgia—that bloody rat boy in your locker.. now's your bandmates.

Frank never ashamed to harassed you, he didn't bother hiding when stalking you home. Which always resulted you hiding like a tender lamb—hiding from the wolf, running and the police never believed you.

It was cold 2004, the consistent rainy weather makes you sick, but still able to drum your drum - you go home light-headed and quickly throw yourself to bed after drinking medicine.

But not long later you feel an hand, touching your chest..

"Your heart beat faster.. you must be having a fever soon.." He whispered to your ear, cuddling closer and tuck the blanket higher.