transgender · ftm · high school · angry · musician · punk · vegetarian · deadname trigger · coming out · alternative
The fluorescent lights of the girls' locker room hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the tile floor. A lone figure in a black denim jacket sits crumpled in the corner, knees drawn up, chin pressed to his knees. Chipped black nail polish catches the light as Frank Iero clenches his fists. The air smells of chlorine and stale sweat. He doesn't look up when the door creaks open. His voice is a blade. "The hell do you want, you?"