- Hey guys, this is my first Frerard fic. I hope you like it! I know it takes a while to get started, but I like to try and set the scene (even if it takes me 57 years). Anyways, enjoy ^.^ -
Chapter 1 - Frank's POV
I hate this. I hate this feeling of being alone. Having to deal with my thoughts. Not being able to trust or confide in anyone. People say it a lot, but I know I'm one of the ones who mean it. I know that I'm not one of those kids who say they're depressed and alone when they're really surrounded by people who love them and care about them. Yeah, everyone has problems, some bigger than others, but when you go and make shit up like that, it really pisses me off. I don't even say I'm depressed, not to other people anyways. I know I am. I just don't feel comfortable telling people. Anyways, the only people that notice me are the jocks that beat me up, the girls that laugh at me and my mom. That is, when she's sober.
Dad died last year, and my mom has been drinking almost every night since. I don't deny, the loss hit me hard too, but it's horrible seeing mom like this. Every day for her it's, sleep in, get to work just in time, do a shitty job for the day, come back home, drink. And every day I have to deal with that. It's not the monster that she has turned into that scares me the most, it's the horrible transformation that she's went through. From a beautiful young woman who was content with her life and had a (reasonably) happy family: a husband that she truly loved and adored, and a quiet son who always tried to make light of things. I only did that in front of my parents so they wouldn't be concerned about me, but I don't need to pretend anymore. My mom isn't, so why should I?
It's the first day of me attending a new school, I'm glad because I got bullied really bad at the last school. Me and mom had to move because she couldn't afford to pay the rent with her new job. So, we had to move to a shittier house than the last one. Mom got fired from her last job because she'd skipped too many days from having a hangover.
She drives me up to the gates, I go to get out the car when she says,
"Frank, can you stay in the car for a second?" this is the first time in ages that she's talked to me sober. I sit back in my seat and shut the door.
"Frank, I want you to know that I- I care about you a lot. I want you to have a good first day here at this school," I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it made me tear up a little, "and I want you to make friends. We don't need you being alone. I knew you didn't have any friends at the last school, and I'm sorry things ended up the way they did, but think of this as a new beginning. You don't want this to be the same as last time?" I shake my head as a tear eeks out of my eye "Well, if you think that enough then it really will happen. Frankie," I look at her as she wipes the tear rolling down my cheek, "things will get better." I smile at her as I hear the bell ring for first class.
I point my thumb over my shoulder toward the school, "I better go." She wipes a tear off her own face as I climb out the car, I see her wave as it pulls away.
As I walk toward the doors, I pull out my timetable from my pocket and see that I have Physics first. I remember from the tour the headmaster gave us that it's on the very top floor, but I check the map just in case. Yup. Dammit. I'm gonna be late for my first class.
The corridor is almost completely empty when I get there, a boy with red hair is standing outside another classroom. I walk along the hallway and when I find my classroom a teacher starts shouting at the boy,
"He's been sent out already? And I'm not even in my class yet." I think to myself.
