Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > My Mistake? Being Me.
...Show 'Em What I'm Made Of
2 ReviewsFranks Coming out Of The hospital... With Bad news For Himself.
okay, i'm trying to update everyday so here it goes ;)
Franks POV:
i woke up in my hospital bed, the light from the window shining on my IV drip. i looked at the wall infront of me and saw a digital clock screaming '8:56' at me. i sighed. i was supposed to be at school today but no, i was here. worse than purgatory. ever since i was a young child i'd hated hospitals. it was probally the amount of times i'd been in them when io was a kid. every other week. in and out. the nurses all knew my name and vice versa. i always knew they suspected something was up. once one of them asked me if 'my daddy and mummy' beat me up. i said nothing and she gasped. the next day we moved house as my dad heard her ask me. they never got to save me. just then my nurse cathy walked in holding various papers and such. she turned to look at me and smiled.
"wakey wakey frank!" she beamed as she made her way to my bed. i smiled and sat up, pain amediatly shooting through my arm. cathy sighed and came closer to me. she began to wrap a gauze round my arm.
"AAaa Shit!" i howled as she wrapped up my arm. after a few more minutes of excruicating pain cathy had finished and suprisingly she did a great job. i couldn't feel any pain apart from a numb sting if i bent my elbow. i looked down. my arm looked quite bad. i could see all of my past scars, each one and stab through my healing heart.
"Okay, Frank. looks like your good to go!" cathy smiled. i smiled back and started to get up. once i was on my feet cathy pulled me to the side and smiled.
"one more thing before you go frank, you need to wear short sleeve tops whilst your arm heals and no hoodies or such. it will make healing a much harder process." cathy grimaced. i felt my heart skip a beat.
"C-cathy..i can't...they'll see..." i breathed. cathy sighed and reached out to my arm. she traced the scars and sighed again.
"it'll be fine. these are the past." she smiled and went the open the blinds shielding the window. the light broke in like a criminal and illuminated my whole room.
"and this, this is the future." she smiled and so did i. it was a genuine smile too.
i signed a few papers and and grabbed a hospital pass to show i really was in hospital and not getting high and such. i dressed in the blood stained clothes i arrived in and left. cathy waved me off and i smiled. as soon as i'd left the safety of the hospital i was met by stares from people who just happened to be walking past. i noticed their eyes were not fixated on my face, but my arms. oh shit. i'd completely forgotten the scars on my arms were clear to see. i ran full speed down the road. faster than any human i knew could...i'd had alot of practise from running from my parents.
five minutes down the road and i saw my house. the once green grass was a brownish green and the door had a hole in the glass. my house was an embrassement to the whole street. i ran in and slammed the door shut behind me. thank god no-one was in, i would have been dead meat by now. i looked around the house and sighed. broken glass, ripped fabric and dry blood stained the house. lovely. i sighed and trudged up the stairs to my room. i pushed the door and it opened with a creek and then i stepped in. my room, just how i'd left it. my clothes in a bag and my guitar just lazing about. i smiled. at least my parents hadn't trashed my room. i grabbed my ripped black top and wore a white top underneath. i quickly pulled on some bright green skinnies and shoved on my high tops. i went to look in the mirror and stared. it was me alright, just not the me i wanted people to see. the scars grimaced at me. i sighed, they were so noticeable. i stepped closer to the mirror and examined my body.the clothes were perfect. my body...not so much. my arms had scars, my ankles had purple bruising and my face...my face still had that nasty gash but it had scarred over now. i sighed and rushed my red eyeliner and then sorted out my hair. i grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs. I opened the front door and let the warm breeze hit my face. i smiled as i walked out. soon after setting out i reached my school. my heart was threating to leap out of my chest but i supressed the feeling. i opened the school gate and slunk down the stairs and got ready to open the door. it was lesson break right now so i knew that as soon as i walked through that door i would be judged.
"c'mon frank, lets show 'em what we're made of." i smirked and pushed open the doors.
sorry it's short, i'm just trying to get my flow back lol, thanks so much to the people who review!!! please R&R again!!!! and thanks for reading :) next one up tommorow or the next day!
Franks POV:
i woke up in my hospital bed, the light from the window shining on my IV drip. i looked at the wall infront of me and saw a digital clock screaming '8:56' at me. i sighed. i was supposed to be at school today but no, i was here. worse than purgatory. ever since i was a young child i'd hated hospitals. it was probally the amount of times i'd been in them when io was a kid. every other week. in and out. the nurses all knew my name and vice versa. i always knew they suspected something was up. once one of them asked me if 'my daddy and mummy' beat me up. i said nothing and she gasped. the next day we moved house as my dad heard her ask me. they never got to save me. just then my nurse cathy walked in holding various papers and such. she turned to look at me and smiled.
"wakey wakey frank!" she beamed as she made her way to my bed. i smiled and sat up, pain amediatly shooting through my arm. cathy sighed and came closer to me. she began to wrap a gauze round my arm.
"AAaa Shit!" i howled as she wrapped up my arm. after a few more minutes of excruicating pain cathy had finished and suprisingly she did a great job. i couldn't feel any pain apart from a numb sting if i bent my elbow. i looked down. my arm looked quite bad. i could see all of my past scars, each one and stab through my healing heart.
"Okay, Frank. looks like your good to go!" cathy smiled. i smiled back and started to get up. once i was on my feet cathy pulled me to the side and smiled.
"one more thing before you go frank, you need to wear short sleeve tops whilst your arm heals and no hoodies or such. it will make healing a much harder process." cathy grimaced. i felt my heart skip a beat.
"C-cathy..i can't...they'll see..." i breathed. cathy sighed and reached out to my arm. she traced the scars and sighed again.
"it'll be fine. these are the past." she smiled and went the open the blinds shielding the window. the light broke in like a criminal and illuminated my whole room.
"and this, this is the future." she smiled and so did i. it was a genuine smile too.
i signed a few papers and and grabbed a hospital pass to show i really was in hospital and not getting high and such. i dressed in the blood stained clothes i arrived in and left. cathy waved me off and i smiled. as soon as i'd left the safety of the hospital i was met by stares from people who just happened to be walking past. i noticed their eyes were not fixated on my face, but my arms. oh shit. i'd completely forgotten the scars on my arms were clear to see. i ran full speed down the road. faster than any human i knew could...i'd had alot of practise from running from my parents.
five minutes down the road and i saw my house. the once green grass was a brownish green and the door had a hole in the glass. my house was an embrassement to the whole street. i ran in and slammed the door shut behind me. thank god no-one was in, i would have been dead meat by now. i looked around the house and sighed. broken glass, ripped fabric and dry blood stained the house. lovely. i sighed and trudged up the stairs to my room. i pushed the door and it opened with a creek and then i stepped in. my room, just how i'd left it. my clothes in a bag and my guitar just lazing about. i smiled. at least my parents hadn't trashed my room. i grabbed my ripped black top and wore a white top underneath. i quickly pulled on some bright green skinnies and shoved on my high tops. i went to look in the mirror and stared. it was me alright, just not the me i wanted people to see. the scars grimaced at me. i sighed, they were so noticeable. i stepped closer to the mirror and examined my body.the clothes were perfect. my body...not so much. my arms had scars, my ankles had purple bruising and my face...my face still had that nasty gash but it had scarred over now. i sighed and rushed my red eyeliner and then sorted out my hair. i grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs. I opened the front door and let the warm breeze hit my face. i smiled as i walked out. soon after setting out i reached my school. my heart was threating to leap out of my chest but i supressed the feeling. i opened the school gate and slunk down the stairs and got ready to open the door. it was lesson break right now so i knew that as soon as i walked through that door i would be judged.
"c'mon frank, lets show 'em what we're made of." i smirked and pushed open the doors.
sorry it's short, i'm just trying to get my flow back lol, thanks so much to the people who review!!! please R&R again!!!! and thanks for reading :) next one up tommorow or the next day!
Log in to rate and review this story