"You're such a freak!" my father yells at me as I run down the stairs and out of his grip. "I should have left you and your mother when I had the chance."

Don't listen to him, Frank. Just block him out.

"You emo fag! You'll never fit in! Nobody would want you as a boyfriend!"

Don't listen. Don't listen. Don't listen.

It was the truth though. Frank Iero, emo fag. Freak. That's all I ever heard these days. Of course I was a freak. What boy should be able to successfully reproduce?

The doctors didn't even know until I was fourteen and did some tests. To this day, I still don't even know how it's possible. Or how they found out. Obviously, my father didn't take the news well, let alone that I was gay. My mother, on the other hand, was supportive of my sexuality. She always asked if there were any new boys at school that were likeable.

I never understood why my father acted like this because of something I can't exactly control. I mean, you exactly control who you love, right? Or that it's possible for you to have children. Was it because I wasn't the man he would've wanted for a son? Because I'm never going to be like him? I'm not going to be normal? Come to think of it, he never really showed that he liked me anyway.

Yeah, I hate myself, too. At least we can agree on something, even if it is about hating me.

I slam the door behind me as I continue running forward. That asshole took a broken beer bottle to my throat again. Lovely, right? Not only was he a homophobic bastard, but an alcoholic, drug addict. I can't wait until the day that I get to move out.

As soon as I'm a block away, I look around with caution and slow down to a walk. I pass a fire hydrant and remember a dark scene from this day, last year. A group of jocks found me and beat me senseless. The leader of their group claimed that I "looked at his girlfriend wrong". Oh yeah, of course, the 'emo fag' was looking at some cheerleader slut like she was sexy. Um, serioulsly?

Up another block was where I was once kidnapped by college students, and then three streets over and two weeks later, I was help at gunpoint. I have had great experiences in high school.

Lucky me, today is the first day of a new school year. That could be both interpreted badly and nicely. Badly because it would mean being bullied again. Nicely because I wouldn't have to deal with my father so much.

Who knows, I might actually make some new friends this year, even though I seriously doubt that. Nobody would want to hang out with me.

I once had this friend who seemed pretty cool. His name is Gerard and we used to be really tight. Then I came out and that changed everything between us. We used to play video games at his house every Friday night and I'd always spent the night because he knew about my dad. We used to text nonstop and listen to the best rock bands ever, too. Then when I told him I was gay, it was like he just dropped me. I would call out his name in the halls and he'd only look back once to see who it was before turning and running in the other direction. When I would try to text him he would never reply. I always tried to get his attention in class, but he wouldn't dare look at me.

So after a few months, I stopped trying. Stopped trying to get his attention, to text him, to call him, to talk to his other friends, stopped everything. He is the reason that I first attempted to take my own life. I felt that if he didn't care for me, and my father didn't care for me, then what value did I have? None.

There is this one girl that's nice to me though. And I guess you could consider her my friend. Her name's Amy. She's like rocker, goth, emo, kandi kid all at once. She even gave me a bracelet once, one that I'm wearing now.

I look down at it and remember when we first met. I was at a park, walking all alone, and there she was. She was…fearless to say the least. For all she knew, I could have been a crazy serial rapist but she just walked right up to me and said, "Hey, emo boy, nice jacket. My name's Amy and I thought you looked cool." Yeah, it was a pretty weird way to introduce herself, but it was nice, too.

I'm almost to the school now, thankfully. I seriously need to buy me some new shoes as these are way too small. They hurt my feet like shit whenever I walk in them, especially long distances. The icy air is nice though, chilled just the way I like it.

Rounding the corner and turning onto the crosswalk, I'm almost run over by a jerk in a red car. He flips me off as I stumble backwards. Great way to start of the day, I can't wait to see what else is in store for me.

On the second try, I'm able to successfully cross the street without getting killed. And here I am, the little shit-hole us kids call school. Home of the druggies, gangs, and one really screwed up emo fag. Even as I walk up I'm greeted with the many different names that have stuck since childhood.

And there he is again, that boy that ditched me only because I confided in him that I was gay. As I cross the parking lot, I see him get out of his car. Well, I see the back of his head, and that's all that I need to see of him to know its Gerard.

I keep telling myself that what he did was wrong, but part of me wants him back. Part of me wishes that he didn't react the way he did. But he did, and what's done is done.

So that's why I'm so surprised at what happens next.

I walk by, pausing only for a second to observe the guy who used to be my friend a very long time ago before ditching me. Yes, he does look at me, but what I didn't expect was the wave of his hand and the smile on his lips.

"Hey," he says to me casually. At least I think it's to me. He's looking at me, right? Yes, he is, and he's also expecting an answer.

That is one thing he will not have the satisfaction of getting.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm really very sorry that I've taken forever to update stuff. So here's the new Frankie POV I promised. The next chapter of To The End should be updated within the next two days. If it's not, then feel free to come to my house with pitchforks and torches and just burn my place down. I'd understand.

Much love, jayL