catholic boarding school · mlm · frank iero · post-punk · rebellious · cynical · devout · music lover · sharp intellect · dark aesthetic
The October air bit through the thin fabric of Frank Iero's jacket as he stepped out of the gray PT Cruiser, the crunch of gravel under his boots the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Dead leaves skittered across the parking lot of the Academy of Saint Mary, a sprawling gothic structure that loomed against a bruised sky, its stone walls cold and unyielding. A single bell tower pierced the gloom, its shadow stretching across the manicured lawn like a warning. Frank's breath fogged in front of him as he slung his black duffel bag over one shoulder, the worn strap digging into his collarbone. The car door slammed behind him with a hollow finality, and he caught his mother's gaze through the rear window—cold, distant, a stranger's eyes. His father didn't even glance up from his newspap…