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As Frank sat in his cell, he thought to himself. What had he been thinking, meeting Gerard at night at the park, alone, where anything could happen? Dammit, he was so fucking stupid!

After about an hour, his mom showed up, and it looked as though she had been crying a little.

"Mom," he muttered and ran to hug her when they let her in. She accepted his hug for a moment before pulling away.

"Frank," she said, sternly, and he looked away, all of a sudden very ashamed of himself. "What were you doing? What could you have possibly been thinking?"

Frank looked at his feet, feeling guiltier than he ever had. He mumbled something inaudible and avoided his mother's eye.

"Well, that's just great, Frank," his mother snapped, anger setting in now that she had seen that he was okay. "That officer is telling me that you have to be put in Juvenile Hall until your hearing."

At that, Frank's head snapped up and he searched his mother's eyes, hoping to God that she was kidding. "Are you serious?" he asked her.

"Very. Your court hearing is in about a month, and until that they said that they have to keep you in The Trenton Boys' Juvenile Center."

"Mom! That's bull shit!"

"Hey! Language! And that's life. You do stupid things, you have to pay the bull shit consequnces!" Frank was taken aback at his mother's cursing. His head was beginning to hurt again, and he felt sick to his stomach. He felt his throat tightening and tears stinging his eyes.

"Mom," he choked out. "I'm...sorry..." he said, quietly and sincerely.

Her gaze softened as she looked at him, so pathetic and looking truly sorry for putting her through this. "Oh, honey," she said, covering his hand with her own. "I love you. It's just a month, and then you can go to court and...and we'll just have to see from there."

Frank nodded, not wanting to make his mother feel guilty. "It's okay, Mom." he said. "We'll get through it." She nodded, beginning to tear up, and turned away.

"I have to go now. I love you so much, honey," she repeated.

"Love you too, Mom," he said, and watched her walk out, feeling empty and hollow, already missing her. And he had never harbored more hate in his heart than he did now; for Gerard fucking Way.

That night, the younger officer that had arrested Frank at the park escorted the young boy to the juvenile center, and, after discussing some things with a woman behind a desk, led him upstairs to his cell.

"You're in here," the cop said, throwing upen the door and standing aside. "Here's where we part ways, kid. Good lucky, you'll be fortunate if they don't drag you out to the yard and make you do pushups in drag," he reassuringly patted the kid's shoulder before walking out, letting the door slam behind him.

"'Sup, new kid," a voice lazily called from the bunk.

Frank sighed. Could he never escape that name? "Umm...nothing." he said, before plopping down on the bottom bunk. His breath came out in short, quiet gasps as he struggled to stay calm. He was aching with missing his mom and Mikey...

Oh, Mikey. What would he think? What would he do when he found out? Would Gerard tell him? Frank's temper flared up again at the thought of Gerard.

He huffily sat back on the hard, unforgiving mattress, resigning himself to sulking and brooding about the injustices done unto him.

"First-night depressions?" the other boy asked, knowingly. Frank had forgotten he was even in the room.

"What do you think?" he snapped.

"Shit, chill your nips, buddy, just asking. I'm Gabe, for what it's worth--"

"Not much," Frank muttered sourly.

"--Gabe Saporta. What's your name, my friend?"

"I'm not your Goddamn friend," Frank spat at him. He didn't want to make friends with this new boy. He just wanted to do his time, go to trial, and go home, hopefully.

"Fine then," Gabe said, unfazed. "What's your name, asswipe?"

Frank smiled slightly, and was glad that the other boy couldn't see him. "Frank," he said with as much contempt in his voice as possible.

"Well, Frankie-boy," Gabe said. "Welcome to Desolation Row. Population: you and me, hence, the desolation,"

"Clever," Frank said listlessly. "Listen, I'm really tired, can we continue this welcome wagon in the morning?" he asked.

"Whatever you say, newb," Gabe replied, and not another word was spoken into the darkness. And Frank fell asleep.

"Hey, Frank," Gerard said in his smooth-as-honey voice. Gerard...Frank jumped on him, and began hitting him, over and over again, until blood spewed forth from the older boy's face, bathing Frank's hands in sticky red liquid, warm and flowing like cream. Then Mikey was there.

"Frank!" he barked, standing in the distance. "What are you doing? What are you doing to my brother?"

"Mikey!" Frank called, forgetting about Gerard. He disappeared, but Frank didn't notice, because Mikey was just a few steps away. He wasn't gone, he was right there! Frank began running. "Mikey! Mike!" he ran and ran, but Mikey just got further and further away, becoming smaller and smaller. Frank willed himself to run harder, just a little faster and he knew he'd be there! There with Mikey. His boyfriend became a dot, then a speck, then nothing, desolving into the distance and leaving Frank standing there, alone, all alone, nobody around...

Frank shot up in his bead, cold sweat beading out on his face and neck, drenching his pajamas. He was panting, and he felt the tears, still fresh on his face after having just streamed from his eyes. He didn't remember the dream, he just knew that now he felt worse than ever. His heart was racing and he felt sick again. Wave after wave of nausea passed through his body, as he dry-heaved over the side of the bed. He cried out, the pain racking his systems and making it hard to do anything but clutch the bedpost and shudder with affliction.

Gabe slid down off the top bunk and placed his hand on Frank's shoulder, which he briskly shook off, still heaving with pain.

"You okay, kid?" he asked, concerned.

Frank couldn't answer. He was half-sobbing, half-screaming in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping off the end of his nose and running into his mouth, falling saltily on his tongue. He clutched his stomach, his head pounding and his heart feeling raw with emotions.

"Hey!" Gabe ran over to the door, banging on it and causing it to echo a metallic ringing sound throughout the room. "Hey! Someone! He's like, dying! Help!" He bashed his hand heavily against the door, willing with all his might for the security guards to be on their floor.

A key turned in the lock and the door burst open just as Gabe jumped back. The guard walked in and strode over to Frank, who was sitting up now, coughing and sputtering. Tears continued to stream down his face, but his heaving was down to hiccups. The guard was surprisingly kind, though somewhat gruff, and he rubbed his back somewhat roughly, but the sentiment was there.

"It's alright, kid," he said in a low voice. "Buck up," he added, once Frank had calmed down enough to nod his head. "Happens to most new kids. Toughen up," he stated, and with that, he left.

Frank sat on the edge of the bed, his breath coming out in short bursts as he tried to compose himself.

Gabe stared at him for a moment, as though trying to decide what to say to him. In the end, he just offered a wry smile and climbed back into his bunk.

Frank lay back on his mattress and tried to go back to sleep, hoping that his dreams wouldn't be plagued by the spirits of nightmares again. And knowing that, despite himself, that was probably a hope in vain.



Woohoo! New chapter, yeah! I'm glad that this one didn't take a ridiculously long amount of time...But hey! A bunch of cheesy references to songs again, which are always fun, ya know. So yeah. GO COMMENT/REVIEW! Please! Thanks much, I'm OverAndOutxx