Heyeas! It's the Oh So Very Awesome person you all adore! Haha I'm kidding, your all my little kitties still... Okay, so I was just sitting, thinking about shoes, and this story came to mind.. Yes, it is one of those Insane Asylum Love Stories.. Mwah, Mwah. So.. I hope you like, check out my other stories if you do enjoy, I'll try to update every week.. On a Friday. Yeah... Okay! This will most likely only be in the adorable Frank's point of view, but it may change and I will indicate the switch for you :)

*Disclaimer* I do not own Frank Iero, Gerard Way, or My Chemical Romance, the title belongs only to the amazing band of My Chemical Romance, the song itself is Sleep. This is not for any purpose other than your entertainment... So don't get on my back!

Oh... I wanted to warn you before it starts, there MAY be some sexual content, I don't enjoy writing that weird smut stuff, I'm a fluff girl, but I'll probably end up with one anyway... Some people just ask for them... It's weird. So sorry, that is sooo not what I want to write...

Chapter 1 - Sometimes I Think I'm Crazy - 1 retpahC

. . . . My black hair clung to my skin as I retched yet again, my throat hurt but I knew I would gain a pound if I dare leave that shit in my stomach. The linoleum felt cold on my skin, like ice. Why did I go out for lunch with Josh? I hate Josh and I always end up puking when we go out. Especially with my newest goal of the big 90. Since I hit 100 pounds I've been working to the 90 but it's gotten difficult, especially with the Child Services fuckers stalking me in this apartment. Well... It's not like they notice, if they did they would see my scars and lock me up in an instant, yellow poofy room and straitjacket, even.

. . . . I wiped my mouth when I knew I was clear of the salad we shared. He thinks I still love him, it's weird how he doesn't see the hatred I feel for his stupid brown hair, blue eyed face. Plus, he kisses me, constantly, it's gross. Standing, I looked in the clean big mirror in my apartment bathroom. Lifting my shirt just above my ribs, I looked at my disgusting, fat stomach and groaned in exasperation. I've worked so hard to get to 90, and if anything I get fatter. Knocking on Mu door made me jump up, alert. Speaking of Child Service fuckers...

. . . . "Hello Frank, how are you" My "caretaker" Julianna greeted fakely and shook my tattooed hand. "I'm fine" I lied and pulled my sleeve down over my scars nonchalantly. "Good, good, do you mind if I go ahead and do my thing?" She asked with a smile, and I nodded, turning on my iPod radio thing, pressing play and sitting amongst Green Day blasting "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" while Julianna walked around the tiny apartment the government gave me. My parents just kind of left while I was at school and nobody can find them, so I'm kind of on my own. Trust me, I'm glad they left, nobody's around to hurt me anymore.

. . . . After thirty minutes, Julianna cleared me for the week and left, leaving me alone to look at my adorable pet Fennec Fox, Naomi. Never heard of them? Look them up, Fennec Foxes are just the cutest. Naomi made her little bark-yip-whine noise and jumped up onto my lap, her huge ears twitching happily. I've had Naomi since I was 15, she's only around 4 years old. Yep, she's one of my best friends.

(About 2 hours later)

. . . . I sighed quietly and swung my hips, wrapping my leg around the cold, slick pole. Old creepy men and a few women whooped and I tried to smirk, succeeding despite my discomfort. How the hell am I supposed to buy Naomi's food without this job? Sure, I'm just 17, but being a stripper is all I have. With a slow hair flip and a few hip swivels, dollar bills flew onto the magenta lit stage onto me. 'The outfits male strippers wear are so degrading' I thought and licked my lips, unbuttoning the tight black leather vest, the only thing I wore to hide my ugly fat stomach. A man in his mid 20s winked at me and I bit my lip, getting on my knees on the stage in front of him, trying my best to look hot, but failing most likely. The rave-ish music faded to silence and I picked up the vest, putting it on and collecting the money as fast as I could. Knowing from past experience, its best to get the hell off the stage when the song ends, people get... Grope-y at that time. But of course I was too slow and the man that winked at me smacked my ass.

. . . . "Good job Crow" My boss, Amia, or Sparkle, grinned and hugged me, her hands momentarily lingering on my ass. "Thanks..." I sighed and Amia's face dropped when a blonde girl in a tiny little bikini and short shorts whispered in her ear. "Frank... I know you have to leave, but a man is paying whatever it takes to get a private room with you" Amia sighed and my face fell and I cursed in frustration. "Fine... But my day of pay JUST ended, so I think I get overtime... Tell him room Green" I groaned and walked to the private rooms in the back. Fixing my heavy green eyeliner and re-tying the dark green boots one of the other male strippers leant me. The room glowed deep green like a forest, the lighting low and the black love seat shining before the large circular ivy green silk bed. Sighing and dabbing more body glitter on m arms and chest, I waited.

. . . . The man walked in, an eager smile on his face when he saw me. I began to sweat when I saw his tall, muscled body, they're always so forceful. His brown hair hung over his face as he sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I put on my sexy, tease Frank and giggled, pulling on his blue button up shirt. I knew I was in for a long two hours when he pushed me down onto the ground and kissed me roughly.

(Two and a Half Hours Later)

. . . . My whole body hurt, my head thumped painfully, and m chest throbbed. That was the worst so far. "I'm sorry Crow" My only friend in the strip club, one of the bartenders, Gauge(that's his real name! Cool, right?) with soft purple spiked hair, comforted me gently. "I'm sorry, Frank, you'll be alright... " He whispered and rubbed some bruise-cream on my arms, legs, and neck. "Thanks Gauge... You rule" I sighed and he reached to take off my vest to get the bruises on my stomach that hurt the most. "Uh.." I stuttered, he can't see how fat I am... "Shh, just let me, it's fine Frank" He unbuttoned the black vest and stared at my ribs. Augh, damn it. "I know... I'm fat" I whispered and he looked up at me, a look of pure shock and confusion on his tanned face. "You... Fat? Are you kidding, you look like your... Like 70 pounds" Gauge gasped and poked at my ribs. I choked back a giggle and slapped his hand away. He-he thinks I'm at the biggest goal I have... The 70...?

. . . . A smile grew on my face and I hugged him. "Frank... Crow... Wha-How did you get like this" Gauge whispered and I sighed. "Just don't like food.. Gotta go, I have to get home to Naomi" I got up and buttoned my vest. "See you tomorrow, please tell Sparkles I need to borrow a pair of stilettos... We're the same size" I quickly ran out and sprinted home.

(A Week Later, around 8 at night, at the strip club)

. . . . Gauge looked weird at me all night while I waited for my time. I walked up to him and sighed before sitting at the full bar. Men gazed at me lustfully and many moved to let me pass, staring at my outfit. I wore a tight red button up shirt and black leather pants with platform Oxford shoes. "You look... Taller" Gauge joked and I threw a straw at him. Sure... I'm about 4"9 but that's no reason to make fun.

. . . . "Why are you looking weird at me?" I asked and some random guy in his 40's touched my ass. I yelped and smacked his hand. "No touching! Wait till the show for that" and with a fake wink and a flirty smirk, I turned back to Gauge and smiled gently. "Well... It's just your so strong... So young... And then you can see each rib so clearly... It's scary" He pushed back his dark purple hair and revealed his beautiful gray irises, cloudy and dark. "I... Really?" I stuttered and giggled unconsciously. The MC started to introduce me and I winked at Gauge before running offstage to get ready, smiling at the cute smile he gave me.

. . . . "Now, welcome the dark, dangerous and sexy... Crow!" My favorite girl, Amia yelled and I strutted onstage, swaying gently to the soft music. I knew the bass would drop sometime, I just had to wait. The whoops and hollers urged me on, as well as the compliment Gauge gave me, and I smirked and walked out into the audience, stopping at a table full of men, one surprisingly attractive. Sitting on his lap, I let him unbutton my shirt. His eyes looked hungry and when he finished I kissed him on the ear and strutted back on Stage, knowing the bass would drop right... Now.

. . . . With a hip jut, I swung around on the warm-ish pole and gyrated. Ugh... Okay.. This is actually really fun... Like a lot.. I could do this forever. Just as I started to enjoy myself, the song faded into applause with screams and dollars flew, lots of 10s and 20s. With a last hip swivel, I picked up the money, left my shirt on the ground, let people grope me a little, then left. "Wow! That's a new Crow!" Amia and Candy-Cane cheered, hugging me. I simply giggled and went to my personal dressing room. Candy Cane is named because she only wears red and white and works mostly around Christmas, plus her snow white hair and red highlights. Gauge smiled at me and I kissed him on the nose before leaving. No private room shit for me!

. . . . Naomi yipped and jumped up on me, only reaching mid shin, and I picked her tiny body up, carrying her to the couch. Counting the money from today and the entire week, I got up to 1500 when the door knocked. " It's Julianna!" Oh shit. I stuffed the money in the couch and pulled on the tight button up shirt, buttoning it only halfway before opening the door. Julianna's face was half angry half sad, and two men stood behind her. "So... Hi Julianna" I greeted as nicely as possible, but her face didn't falter, the fake hello not appearing. "Frank... Why were you dancing at a strip club?" She asked blankly and I pokerfaced for a few seconds, even Naomi was silent. "Ummm... I needed money..." I stuttered and Julianna sighed. "Frank... Come on..." She muttered and the men practically picked me up and threw me in a van, despite my whimpers and screams. "You realize this is kidnapping" I yelled from the floor. Julianna looked through the bars at me and smiled. "We just need to get you checked out"

. . . . Soon enough I was in a building being poked and prodded. They checked everything, but they really stopped at my chest. "Why are your ribs so... Visible" Someone asked and I shrugged, even though I knew the answer... I hate food. "I want Naomi" Sure, I was whining a bit, but what the fuck ever, they're the ones that pretty much stripped me... That's my goddamn job.

. . . . Julianna sat across from me at a table and I was practically fuming. Who do they think they are? Throwing me in a van, a WHITE van at that, stripping me of my clothes(and dignity) then expecting me to answer their "How does this make you feel" idiotic questions. Hell no... "Why... Why do you starve yourself" She asked and sighed once every seven seconds, I just stares at the wall. This room is awful! The metal floor and cold gray walls... It's a murder house in here. "Frank" another sigh "You have to answer" I couldn't help but laugh. "I have to answer do I? No... I have to strip because I have to feed Naomi. I have to clean because I'll have a panic attack if I don't. I have to not eat or I'll get fat, and I have to cut because... Hell, everyone I trust always ends up abandoning me. Now get me the hell out of this room before my claustrophobia acts up" I stood up and yelled, her eyes widened. "You need help... A lot, a lot of help"

(A Day Later)

. . . . "This is for your own good, Frank" I stood on the doorstep of Sunny Skies, some correctional unit, and Julianna sat in her car and spoke to me. "I want you to get better... Okay?" I shook my head and began to whimper and almost cry as I rambled. "What about Gauge?! How am I supposed to see my best friend? And Naomi! Who'll take care of Naomi" Julianna brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and sighed, staying way too calm for my liking. "There are visiting hours every three days and when we see your settled, we'll get Naomi in here for you" And with a halfhearted wave, she rolled her windows up and drove away, leaving me all alone outside of a nut house.

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Hai! Okay... Whatcha think? Maybe? I got a little impatient at the end, it went way too fast... I'm sorry... Soo... Until next Friday, kitties!

Please review if you enjoyed this chapter, tell me where I went wrong maybe? I'll make the next ones longer.