Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.8We arrived at Frank's house, and I noticed that it was, well, run-down. Part of thw front window was shattered, the dull paint was chipping, and the shutters were horribly faded. Frank gave me a sort of, "I know it's ugly, sorry." Kind of look. I shook my head in apathy, what his house looked like didn't matter. He led me upstairs to his room. The walls were a blinding shade of white, but they were covered in posters of bands, mainly classic ones from the 90s. I smiled in satisfaction and approval. His face lit up when he could tell that I liked it. He opened a drawer from his rickety dresser and pulled out some sort of white powder in a plas
Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.1~**Gerard's P.O.V.**~ I huddled in the corner of the bathroom, my nose dripping blood. I closed my eyes, and braced myself for yet another kick to my gut. The cold, dull tile was encrusted with dirt. You notice some funny things when you're getting beat up. My mind snapped back to reality and I looked up, just as an all too familiar sneaker collided with my cheekbone. I groaned in pain. "Admit it! Admit that you're a worthless fag." His voice was the equivalent of nails on chalkboard. "I'm a worthless fag." I spoke in monotone, I would do anything for this beating to stop. I felt a wad of spit land just above my eye, but that was the la
Her LoveA walk on the beach,The moon shining bright.As she walks past a shell,She sees a pelican in flight.It's so calm and serene,The lighthouse on the coast.She thinks of her only love,And his footprints on the seacoast.And he walks with her now,Them hand in hand.They talk very softly,As they walk on the sands.They hear the waves crashingUp on the shore.He turned her around,And on his knee, he came forth.He offered a ring,And he gave her his all.Thinking of words,All the memories, recalled.She looked in his eyes,The love on his face,And with one word said, She took him in her embrace.As the nights mag
Night Shift~*Gerard's P.O.V.*~I clasped the axe in hand, a maniacal smile creeping upon my face. I looked over at Frank, who formed his lips into a smirk. We headed towards the dark alleyway that held the rusty fire escape. The stars were glittering against the dark night sky, and once again my eyes met Frank's. I smiled at him, looking forward to our future. I gripped the ladder with one hand, the axe in the other. The metal of the blade clanked against the ladder, producing a sound that made my teeth grind. Frank obediently followed me to the fourth floor. The window was slightly open, and I took my gloved hand and pushed it wide enough so we coul