Gerard's POV
Just as I had walked out of that alleyway a boy trudged out of his house and to a trash pile carrying a lamp. I looked at him and he looked up at me. We held eye contact for a moment. It was like being frozen in time. That's when I heard someone call from inside the house. Frank. That must be his name. Frank Frank Frank. Frankie. I disappeared back into the darkness as the boy- Frank- turned back around. He frowned, obviously unable to see me, and walked back into what I assumed was his home. I smiled into the darkness. Frank. What was it about this boy that drew me to him? Was t his piercing eyes? The tattoos I saw running out of his shirt and up his neck? Those strong arms which would look amazing around me as I kissed up his- no. No no no. Bad Gerard. I know what this is. I'm getting attached to him. I kicked at the pavement and frowned. Why couldn't I get attached to someone? I mean I have been before. Ah, right. Well for starters who would love a psychotic murderer? Second of all, getting attached got me in this mess in the first place. Love and all that shit. Love is useless, just a bunch of chemicals cooked up by your brain and my chemical romance had gotten me into this mess. I mean I like my mess, but what if it had been different? Would I have gone to art school? Stayed with Mikey and made sure he was safe? Helped Helena get her life straight and help her get to dance school like she always wanted?  Would I have found someone to love? Maybe even me and this Frank would of ended up together. Maybe we could end up together. I laughed at myself. God I'm being pathetic. I walked off. I needed to take my mind off Frank. I guess a few more dead bodies would be appearing tonight.