A/N: Thanks for the respond love it!

Sorry for no title on Chap 1. I'll think of something

I own nothing *tears*

Chapter 2 the hardest part of this is leaving you

Frank

I thought of joining the war as long as I could think. I never thought I was smart enough to become anything but a singer. I can't live on that though; fighting is something I'm good at, too. I'm short, but still I'm tough. The problem is I don't want to leave her.

Jamia is my lovely girlfriend. She's different from the crowd. I don't just mean in style and fucking stereotypes. Jamia has on unique story. I mean, it's more of a hurt story you rarely hear about. The only reason I knew her was because of her life changes.

I was home, alone. I was on the couch, playing my guitar. I was opened to a sheet in my folder; I was also waiting for my mother to take me to my father's. She came home with a young girl wrapped in her arms.

The girl (I didn't know at this point.) was one of my mom's patients. When I saw her, her face was covered in sweat and tears. My mom sat her down. I couldn't help but keep staring at her. She was wearing an old ripped up Misfits t-shirt. She had shorts thrown on. All this showed me her black and blue covered legs, her cuts running down her wrists and the new bruises running along her arms. Her hair was messed up and dyed jet black. Her eyes were brown, surround with bags, bruises and somehow a bright, blue eyeliner. Her body was anorexic, literally. The lightly tanned skin could outline were the body is. Her cheeks were like the craving of a pumpkin on Halloween, showing the bone. She scared me at first; it made me upset how she looked, treated…everything about her at this point made me terrified.

She won't calm down though. She was emotionally crying; my mother grabbed her hand. The girl pulled back, scared of anyone touching her. "Dear," my mom whispers. "This is my son, Frank. I was telling you about him while we were in the car. Frank, come here for a second." I followed her steps, still not getting the image of the terrified girl who was curled up on my couch. "That's Jamia; she has to stay here. Frank, no complaining; she grew up in abusive home. I was driving to check up with your father, making sure he was o.k. with you coming tonight. I saw Jamia run out of her home. I grabbed her quick as I could. I knew her as one of my mentally disorder patients.

"Frankie, I couldn't stand here watching her get abused more. She needs to stay. You understand, right?" I nodded; I felt worse for the girl. "Good, she probably is going to be living here. She's your age; she goes to your school. We need to help her recover, ok?" I nodded again.

We walked out together. Alice, the girl of my dreams, was asleep. My mother started walking to the doorway, "I'm going to file a report. Mrs. Way is coming in the meantime; she might bring Gee and Mikes."

She did come but alone. She sat at the table, working on stuff. I sat still across by Alice. She woke up, tearing up, "You okay?" I whispered it to her; she nodded her head no.

I came over by her. She lands her hand on mine. Touch it softly. She shivered at the touch. She smiles though a bit. "You're sweet," she says.

"How?" I said back.

She shrugs then turns away a bit. "You at least let me touch your hand. No one every really even cares about me when I'm running away…when I'm in school.

"Look," I said. "Those people are selfish. I have seen you at school. I was the one whole told my mother about you. I really wish I could help more and right now, I want to. I'm in love with you, Alice."

"Frankie, right?" I nodded. She kisses my cheek with her dehydrated lips. Her voice starts crackling. "Help me, please."

"I promise," she hugs me. I rubbed her back, "I promise." She fell asleep. I keep brushing her hair through my fingers. I felt warm junk through it. Blood was the first thing I saw. My mom came home. I woke up Jamia; she won't though. "MOM!"

She ran over; I showed her my hand. She gasped, "Take her to the car. I'll be there right away; I need to grab stuff for her."

I picked her up and led her to the car. She was in my lap, held in my cars. I ripped off my t-shirt, sitting there shirtless. I was pressuring the t-shirt against her cut across her forehead.

She quietly woke up. She grabbed my hand, the one holding her head. "Frank," she mumbles.

I kissed her hand. "I promised to help you."

"Thank you," she smiles. "By the way, you're hot shirtless…"

A couple years have passed. We were fourteen when we found each other; now we're just a year older, fifteen. We're both freshmen. She's just in some different classes then me. Remember how I said she's mentally disorder? It's been growing out of her at least. She's only it for now math. The problem is she was never in a lot probably just social studies (She is in a College Prep class.) and math.

She runs downstairs; I'm so used to her now being here. She is now unique from the last time I saw her. Her face covered the scars with make up; that was her choice. She wore black eyeliner with a tiny bit of red shadow. She had glossy lips, something that tasted sweet like vanilla. Her cover up makeup is only noticed to me. Her bones were covered were muscles and skin. She wore her uniform dress. It's this blue plaid that goes down to her knees. Underneath the legs, girls were forced to wear white tights. Her shoes were black ballerina shoes. Somehow though the ugly dress, the weird tights and the cute shoes worked for her; then again, she always is working it in my eyes.

She leans down and kisses me. Ok, yes, I'm shorter then her by a bit. She jokes about it a lot. I love her still. Sooner or later, I have to. Now, tell her…sooner tell her.

We went to the bus stop. I grabbed her hand, leading her to the bus. We sat together; one of the loners in school. "Morning," I finally whispered.

She smiles, "You waited this long, bastard."

She kisses me on the cheek. As she did that, I whispered, "Oh, you know you love me."

"Seriously," she mumbles in my ear. "I would fuck you right now if it wasn't catholic school. Dammit, why did your mother make us go here?"

"Eh, bullies in public school that Gerard, Ray and Mikey are suffering through?"

"For Ray, suffered," we spoke a bit louder then whispering to ourselves.

I look to her. She was mine now; I was free to call her that. She was looking out the window. I let my head rest on her shoulder. She smiles down to me and kisses my forehead. "I love you," is escaping through my mouth.

She looks to me. "I can't live without, Frankie." She leans down me. "Promise me you won't leave me?"

Shit…I look to her, "If I leave, I promise somehow I will come back." She looks at me, nodding. Tears were falling; it was as if she knew already. "Hey, come here…" I hugged her before we left. "I'm here right now."

"It just…it's the same promise my mother made." She hid her face in my shoulder. I kissed the top of her. She started crying.

"Sh, Jamia…I understand." I'm only going to hurt her more…

!

Biology just ended. I look to her, sitting across from me. We walk to our classes together. I stop her and kiss her for a while. She pushes away after a couple minutes. "Frank, sorry," she whispers. "I can't be late again." Whenever she late, that son of bitch called a teacher whacks her across the hand. My math teacher doesn't care; she thinks I'm a good student and shit.

"I'll see you after class," she ran in. "WAIT!" Shit, why I forget! I wanted to give her a note, telling her to skip gym. Right then and there, Crystal, a friend of Jamia's, runs by. "Crys!"

She turns to see me. She smiles, "What, bitch? I'm freaking late; another note for Jamia?"

I handed to her; she nods. One last time, I check over it.

Dear,

Let's skip the rest of the day. Meet me outside in the back; our secret way.

Good luck in math.

I love you,

-F

She grabs it and runs in. As I'm walking, I hear the teacher yelling at Crystal. I look back at the class. Crystal is on the desk crying; Jamia is patting her back, calming her down and reading the note. Shit, why I do that? Now I feel horrible.

I couldn't pay attention in math though. What are you going to say? How is she going to take it? What if you die? What will happen to Jamia?

My teacher slapped a ruler at my desk. "MR. IERO!" I woke up out of my daydream. She points the end to the board. "Answer it, now…"

"Um," X+-25=25D….Why was I so blank right now? I can't think.

"Mr. Iero?"

"I can't, I'm sorry. I'm just…"

Wack! I grabbed my cheek after the penguin slapped me across the face. With her god damn ruler, she just did it. This fucking sucks.

!

Class ended. I ran out our secret way. It was down the hallway—pas the fucking penguins—and out the door. She was leaning against the school, "Sup, asshole?"

I smiled to her, "Shut up, bitch." Kissed her again; I can't let go…"Jamia, please, we-we need to talk." We sat down in the field. No one ever noticed us; we never got caught. She leaned against me, grabbing my hand. "I love you, Jamia, but I made a choice. This is hard for you and me too…" She looked into my eyes, worried. "I'm joining the army."

"No," she whispered. "You just…Frankie…Please…Don't…."

"Jamia, sh, Jamia, please," I can't stand her like this.

She started breaking down. "Oh my gosh, you're going to die. Frank, please don't leave me. You're the only thing that made so much alive. I can't lose you. I just can't…Everything now perfect because of you."

"Jamia," I said. "Can we walk off campus? Just walk around Belleville."

I helped her up; she nodded yes. She couldn't stop crying though; I understand. That's the only thing I heard. Busy cars rushing back and forth and my hope crying on my shoulder. I held her closer to me. "Frank, promise me…You'll think of me."

I stopped her on the sidewalk. We were a mile away form the school now. "I don't know when I'm not thinking of you." I kissed her forehead; she grabs my hand. "I'll be fighting for two things. I will be fighting for the country I love, but I will mostly be for you."

She smiles and hugs me. She starts tearing up now. "I love you, Frankie."

"I love you too, Jamia…" I smiled to her. "Let's get home."

We walked, laughing and joking about the good times. The times we were always around the guys—Gerard, Ray and Mikey—and a couple of our great dates; the times we were celebrating for the hell of it and the times Jamia's friends got me into make up. I let her inside. My mom was on the couch.

"Skipping classes again?" she glared down at both of us.

"I-I," I didn't know what to say to her.

Jamia spoke up, "He had to tell me about him going off to war, Miss. Iero."

She nodded then took Jamia upstairs. I went to the living room, spotting Gerard there. "Gee…" I whispered.

He stood up. "I'm fighting with you, Frank…"

My whole body was frozen. Gerard was coming to war? I already knew Ray was planning on to because same reason like me. Gerard though is an artist and an amazing for all that matter. I can't just see him in war.

"What made you-?"

"It's not a choice for me like it is for you." We sat down. "Mikey and I are failing our ways out of school. It's nothing but the 'important subjects' as my father would say. He thinks this will change out minds" I swear, I'm seeing tears out of Gerard's eyes.

Gerard Way, the one who told Jamia to stay strong. The one who told me the past to fuck bullies and move on with life; now I'm sitting here, watching him cry. I wrapped an arm around him. "It's going to be alright, Gee," I whispered. Great, watching two people I love to death cry…Life is starting to fucking suck.

!

It's been about four weeks since I told the news to Jamia and heard the news from Gerard. Now, it's only a few weeks until I'm gone, fighting. I was alone in my room. I was playing my music, alone. I was singing, still alone. It was peace from the crying; it was time to think. Are you making the right choice, Frankie?

To annoy my silence, a knock came on my door. "COME IN!" I yell, throwing my guitar on the ground. Jamia walks in, sitting on my bed. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She had a blank expression, staring out the window. There's something bothering her; something I feel she won't tell me. I come behind her, grabbing her by the waist. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared—"

"I can tell…" She turns her head a bit. "Sorry, continue…"

"…Of losing you, Frankie. I'm scared of losing you…" She turns to face me on her knees. "I want to have sex with you before you leave."

I knew this was coming. Somehow, I just knew it was coming. I was prepare and ready. I didn't feel like using a condom; I knew she was a virgin, She can always use the pill in the morning.

I let her lay on top of me, kissing me. There's something different now about Jamia. She was the innocence girl I saw who was near death; that's if my mom never saved her. After that, she was the shy girl who would rarely talk around Gerard and Mikey but start a whole conversation with me. She was then the girl who loved to express and show herself. Right now, she's a mixture; the nervous and shy girl afraid of losing me but not afraid of losing her virginity to me.

After all of that, she finds herself, rolling next to me. "I love you; don't die out there, just yet."

I grabbed my arms around her. "I won't for you, babe."

!

More weeks passed. I was packing up most of my things. A faint gasp comes from the bathroom. I'm just hearing things. Nope, I am not, then came soft crying. The only person it sounds like…Jamia!

The past weeks she's been sick and bitchy. The next second I know though, she's crying in my arms. Something's been up her ally lately. It could be the fact it was a couple weeks before leaving me.

I ran to the bathroom though. I knocked—more like banging—on the door. Jamia sniffs, "Who is it?"

"Guess," I whisper. "Come on, I need to talk to you. What's going on, Jamia? I love you, and I know I'll be leaving you soon but still. We need to talk."

"O-Open the door," she mumbles. I did; I found her, sitting there. Her knees were to her chest; her face was buried in between them. A pregnancy test was dropped below her feet. I grabbed it and gasped, dropping it quickly.

It read positive….

A/n; YES! FINSHED! This took WAYYY too long!

Title name: Cancer by MCR

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