Friendship hurts. (Frank Iero/My Chemical Romance)

27. I don't do drugs.

*Sophia's POV*

I didn't want to run away again and I wasn't going to. I'm just going to have to deal with this place. I hate being asked questions I get all awkward and shy. I pushed Gerard away to do things with Ray instead of talking to me.
"Gerard?" I questioned as I stepped into the living room,
"Sophia! What's up?" It was Mikey,
"Oh er nothing. I just wanted to ask Gerard something. It's not that important though." I wanted to go to the park near the forest where I went as a child to get away from my 'family' who 'loved me oh so much' I hate my parents.
"If it's not important you could ask me right?" Mikey asked,
"Well I mean," awkward with questions see, "me and Gerard were talking and uh I was just going to finish the conversation."
"That's not a question, you can tell me or ask me whatever, what is it?"
"It's nothing to big of a deal I just wanted to know if you would let me go out?" I said that too quickly,
"What? Obviously we're not going to stop you from going out side it's just we want you to be safe. Why don't you take someone with you. Frank maybe. He doesn't seem to be doing anything." Mikey gestured to a lazy Frank flopped on the floor,
"No I'm sure I'll be fine, I don't need a escort." I said kind of rashly.
"Stop being so moody. He's not an escort. He's just not exactly doing anything in here is he?" Jesus Mikey just let me leave!
"Mikey, I'm going. Okay. Jesus bye." I said leaving the room and the house.

After a small amount of time walking I turned around to see a miserable looking Frank following me. I haven't spoke to Frank since I tried to run away. I picked up my pace to try and get him to stop following me, it didn't work he just sped up as much as I did. It was clear he didn't want to be out here. It was raining slightly and the clouds were grey. This was my favorite weather because it had no emotion to it. Frank had his hood pulled up over his head and his hair was hanging down in his face, his hands were stuffed in his pocket. When I reached the park I opened the gate and shut it behind me for Frank to deal with. In the corner was a large group of trees next to a swing set. I sat on the swing closest to the trees. I lent against the chain of the swing looking down at my shoes. I watched the toes of my shoes sweep against the floor slowly as I rocked back and forth. Memories began to flood into mind. Memories of when I lived here with my parents and they would scare me out of the house and this park was the only place I thought as safe because they didn't know where it was. Anywhere else I went they would come for me, find me, take me home and beat me because I disobeyed them. I always though of this place as safe until one day they found me here and told me to 'stop being a useless piece of shit and do something good for once.' then they would say 'oh wait that-ll never happen because your unwanted by everyone. good luck looking for a job.' then they would laugh at each other. I hate this town, this street, this park and all these people. They're created to disown everyone else and hate themselves as well as others. These town people were made to destroy each other and see who comes out on top. I watched as Frank sat on a bench at the other side of the park. Like I said hate themselves as well as others.

A small group of people came into the park. They were around my age, all of them were boys. They sat in the clear of grass in between the trees then one looked up at me.
"Hey, what's up with you?" He asked loudly, some of his friends laughed and I didn't understand why. I didn't reply because I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what was wrong with me.
"Oy, trench coat!" He said louder, I knew he was talking to me because I was the only person in the park wearing a coat everyone else were wearing hoodies.
"WHAT?!" I don't know where that came from...
"Don't you shout at me, I was only gonna ask you if ya wanted a smoke cos ya looked depressed and all..." Ugh I don't want to be here any longer than I plan to be.
"I don't do drugs, sorry." I said rudely,
"Suit yourself, at least it wont kill you as quickly." What?
"What do you mean?"
"Oh it's nothing."
"No, tell me!"I demanded,
"Your not even worth it." I stood up and began to walk towards the boy who was now stood up. I was going to start a fight. I raised my hand ready to hit him but before I got close enough I felt a hand around my waist pull me back and fling me over their shoulder. I thought it was one of the boys friends and when I looked over to where Frank was sat, he was no longer there. Had he left me. The person holding me turned to talk to the boys,
"Don't you or any of you ever talk to her again, piece of shits..." It was Frank,
"What did you say emo freak?" Someone shouted
"I said, Don't you ever, ever talk to her again you. Piece. Of. Shit." He argued.
"Oh, don't you worry about me talking to her boy. You keep an eye on her now." Someone shouted as we walked away. Frank still hadn't put me down and we had almost made it back to Gerard's house. What were those kids talking about?