Gerard's P.O.V

My parents were calling to wake me up, apparently we had to go out somewhere soon. As a family. It's not that I hate my family; I just hate outside and the people there. New Jersey isn't the nicest place to grow up in and it certainly isn't the safest. Me and my younger brother Mikey have never been able to simply 'go out and play' as we've frequently been reminded of the dangers lurking out there. My parents were nice people and me and my brother were like best friends however we were never the most normal family.  I was going to stay safe for them.

Untangling my body from the bedsheets, I managed to stumble out of bed and pull some clothes with me to the bathroom; taking a brief shower before slipping them on. My wet locks of jet black hair hung limply either side of my head, dripping as I ran my long and artistic fingers through it in the mirror to try and rid it off the large knots. My skin colour just proved how little sunlight I saw; it was a milky pale but not in a way that made me appear unhealthy, maybe because my hair was so dark it might have looked lighter but it wasn't really something I thought about. Carefully, I smeared a thick ring of black eyeliner around my hazel eyes that I loved to do on a morning; maybe another reason why I wasn't exactly the popular kid at school.    

By the time I finally made it to the family room, they were ready to go and ushering me out whilst grumbling about how long I took on a morning. None of us were really morning people. The atmosphere in the car however was a lot better, my dad driving and chatting to my mom whilst Mikey had his head stuck in a comic. We both shared the love of them and it was a topic we were very enthusiastic about, in fact I was drawing my own and resting the sketchpad on my black-jean clad knees. Hunching over a little more, I blocked everything else from my view and became absorbed in drawing my comic as perfectly as I could, I wasn't the best drawer but the determination to be a comic artist when I grow up caused me to constantly practice.

A scream from my mom broke my trail of thought, my head suddenly shooting up with alarm. There wasn't time for anything to register in my mind though, everything was a blur. Smashing. Alarms. Darkness.

Everything seemed to pass quickly. There was the drone of voices, sirens, the feeling of being lifted and carried. Rushing, urgency, people shouting. In and out of consciousness. All of it felt like an out of body experience. The grumble of an engine and that small vibration of a vehicle. Words started to become clearer 'bleeding' 'immediate' 'operation' 'lost' 'hospital'. Then darkness engulfed me yet again.

The next time I woke up was different, I felt sluggish and drowsy. The rhythmic beeping of a machine and the oxygen being forced down my throat via what felt like a tube worried me. It took effort to open my eyes fully but my fears were confirmed when I did; I was in a hospital. I'd never felt so bad before, not only was there an IV in my arm and not only was my body hooked up to machines to monitor me but my chest felt so sore and achingly painful. Each breath I took was labored and forced by the oxygen tube; the scratchy and awful feeling of something plastic winding down my neck and into my chest was sadly not the largest of my worries. It took time for me to soak in my state before my mind searched for what had caused me to be like this. The thing was, I couldn't remember.

Franks P.O.V

I had a pretty good life. I had a few friends at school, loving parents. You know, what every good life has, even if I was bullied a little bit because of what I liked and my sexuality. That's when it happened.

I was on my way home. I had split off from everyone else because I lived down a different route. I checked side to side before I started to cross. My bag fell off my shoulder onto the road, my books falling out. That's when the car started coming. Probably around 80 miles an hour. I never saw it coming. It hit me just as I stood back up. I don't remember much after that. Everything just went black.

I woke in hospital. The nurse told me I had lost a lot of blood. Then I spotted the wheelchair behind her. I tried moving my legs but nothing. I can't feel anything, I was paralyzed from the waist down and had no chance of getting my legs back at any time. And nothing good came after that. For a year my life was misery. My mom and dad split up, no one came to see me in hospital anymore, I was moved to this weird place where I was an outcast from being the oldest; everyone here was around 3 to 7 years old. The only upside was my doctor and his blind Boyfriend who got attached to me and liked the same things. That's when he arrived.