Frank's POV:

'Shortass.' One hit.
'Freak.' Another hit.
'Emo.' And another.
'Ugly.' And another. 'How can your mother bare to look at you. Your all bruised and beaten. Your a wimp. Your a coward. Can't even stand up for yourself can you emo?' His words ran through my head, over and over, and each time i believed him more. I'm a failure. He's right. Look at me. How can mum even look me in the eye and call me her son? I rolled over onto my side and groaned from the pain that filled my body. I had been kicked and punched over and over, and I deserved every minute of it. I heard footsteps draw near and he ran away. I stood up and my stomach churned. I ran to the nearest bin and threw my guts up.

After i'd finished throwing up i steadied myself and started to walk home, grunting in pain every once in a while. I fumbled around in my pocket searching for the keys to my front door. I heard footsteps behind me, but i ignored them. To be honest, i was in so much pain it would have been pointless to turn round anyway. Even if it was a fucking murderer, id rather be dead than alive right now anyway. I lifted my arm to put the key in the lock and screamed in pain before the key even made contact with the door. I was paralysed by the pain, and watched as they fell to the floor. I started falling backwards, the world started to spin as i felt strong arms catch me as i fell.

Everything went black.

Gerard's POV:

'Shortass. Freak. Emo. Ugly.' i heard the abusive words from around the corner. I was frightened to look incase i saw something id regret. But i decided to look anyway. 'How can your mother bare to look at you. Your all bruised and beaten. Your a wimp. Your a coward. Can't even stand up for yourself can you emo?' I froze. I poked my head around the corner, and saw a dark hooded figure at the other end of the alley. There was a writhing shape on the floor, and i realised it was a person, being kicked and punched again and again. I decided to walk into the alley and try and stop the abuse but i didnt need to. The bully ran at the sound of my footsteps and soon disappeared into the darkness. The person lying on the floor cried out in pain as they tried to stand up, and soon enough they were throwing up in a near by bin.

He started walking out of the other side of the alley. Curiosity got the better of me and i followed him. Every once in a while id hear a few sobs or groans of pain from the guy as he walked. He rummaged around in his pocket for his keys and reached for the lock of his front door. I heard a screech and saw him freeze. My pace quickened as i saw him start to fall backwards, reaching him just in time to catch him. I held him tight in my arms and picked up his keys and opened the door. I kicked the door open and hit the light switch just inside the doorway. Shutting the door behind me, i found his living room and took him inside. I layed him on the sofa and noticed that the white of his Misfits top was now red with blood. Sighing, i tugged it over his head and went into the kitchen to find a cloth to dab his wounds with. I rummaged through his cupboards and came across a medical box and found some bandages and band-aids and a bottle of disinfectant.

I took the equipment into him and slowly dabbed away the blood from his nose and face, placing a band-aid over a wound by his left eye. As i placed it, i noticed his eyes were slowly opening. I suddenly went nervous when i realised, i was in a strangers house, caring for his worn body, and he was probably going to freak out. His eyes opened wide and he threw his head to the side and stared at me. He looked as though he was about to scream. 'H...Hi..' I said nervously, avoiding eye contact. But all he did was stare...