The Ghost of You
The Horror I've Dealt With
Every minute since that kiss has felt like wasted time. My heart feels like its missing a crucial piece. Whenever that perfect piece of raven hair passes me in the hallway, I try my hardest to hide the longing. Not ready to give that jackass the satisfaction of seeing me in almost tears. Mikey tells me everyday that it will get better. But every week he brings that filthy wanker into my house for band practice and I just have to deal with it. The longing and the waiting for him to kiss me again. My heart feels like its about to explode when he stands close to me and I inhale his scent. Finally, on that horrible day when it happened, I got to get what i wanted. Answers. Answers to why he adopted this sudden hatred, no, this animosity toward me. I was sitting next to Mikey outside the school. We were eating our lunches and talking about comic book when a scared looking Bob ran up to us in an uncharacteristically fearful state.
"Guys, I cant find Frank, he woke answer his phone and he isn't at school I think somethings wrong!" Mikey jumped up and ran for his crappy old lorry. I followed as fast as I could and we drove, slightly over the speed limit, to Franks shitty apartment a few blocks away. When we walked into the small living room Frank lay on the couch with a bullet hole in his head. He wasn't breathing and his blood covered the pillows and floor. My heart skipped a beat and I fell to my knees in pure sorrow. Mikey pulled me out of the room and sat me outside his apartment with a glass of water. I cried despite myself. Despite the hell he put me through the tears just kept coming endlessly. Bob brought out a piece of lined paper that was folded in half and had my name scribbled across it in shitty handwriting. I took it in my hands and rubbed the tears from my eyes. At first the handwriting seemed impossible to read but when my eyes finally adjusted to its sloppiness i read every single word out loud to my brother.
Dear Gerard, I'm so sorry for everything. I really wish that I could take it all back. I miss you. But if you had to deal with the hell I went through with my family and the rest of the school you would have broken my heart too. Or maybe you wouldn't have. Probably not, I know that you loved me to much. But if you had to get called a fag by your mother, father, and every single person in the school except you, Bob, and Mikey, you wouldn't be able to take it either. I love you Gerard Arthur Way, and I always will.
Love, Frank <3
My eyes filled once again with tears and I ran home as fast as my feet could carry me. I didn't notice anyone staring, but then again I didn't really care. The second I got home I ran into my bedroom and fell onto my bed in a teary rage and fell asleep.
*
That night when I woke up it felt like someone was watching me. I looked around my bedroom and no one was there. There wasn't even a single window in my bedroom. Then I heard it, clear as day. In Frank's whispering, beautiful voice. "I'm here Gerard."
"Guys, I cant find Frank, he woke answer his phone and he isn't at school I think somethings wrong!" Mikey jumped up and ran for his crappy old lorry. I followed as fast as I could and we drove, slightly over the speed limit, to Franks shitty apartment a few blocks away. When we walked into the small living room Frank lay on the couch with a bullet hole in his head. He wasn't breathing and his blood covered the pillows and floor. My heart skipped a beat and I fell to my knees in pure sorrow. Mikey pulled me out of the room and sat me outside his apartment with a glass of water. I cried despite myself. Despite the hell he put me through the tears just kept coming endlessly. Bob brought out a piece of lined paper that was folded in half and had my name scribbled across it in shitty handwriting. I took it in my hands and rubbed the tears from my eyes. At first the handwriting seemed impossible to read but when my eyes finally adjusted to its sloppiness i read every single word out loud to my brother.
Dear Gerard, I'm so sorry for everything. I really wish that I could take it all back. I miss you. But if you had to deal with the hell I went through with my family and the rest of the school you would have broken my heart too. Or maybe you wouldn't have. Probably not, I know that you loved me to much. But if you had to get called a fag by your mother, father, and every single person in the school except you, Bob, and Mikey, you wouldn't be able to take it either. I love you Gerard Arthur Way, and I always will.
Love, Frank <3
My eyes filled once again with tears and I ran home as fast as my feet could carry me. I didn't notice anyone staring, but then again I didn't really care. The second I got home I ran into my bedroom and fell onto my bed in a teary rage and fell asleep.
*
That night when I woke up it felt like someone was watching me. I looked around my bedroom and no one was there. There wasn't even a single window in my bedroom. Then I heard it, clear as day. In Frank's whispering, beautiful voice. "I'm here Gerard."