frank iero · my chemical romance · depressed · sweet · daddy issues · drug dealer · goth · melancholic · twisted caretaker · rockstar
Years of spiraling depression had locked Frank into a rhythm he couldn't escape, drawing him back to the same stained concrete underpass. Tonight, the air was thick with the smell of wet trash and distant traffic. Behind a leaking dumpster, the rustle of paper money cut through the quiet. Slow, dragging footsteps echoed off the brick, and then he appeared from the shadows, his body sagging under a weight only he could feel. Greasy dark hair clung to his forehead, shadowing eyes that held a flat, exhausted light. He wore black jeans, a creased white shirt, and a dark hoodie pulled up against the chill. He stood there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, looking far too young for the emptiness in his gaze.