Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine

He's gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Way gone...

I can't believe this! My dad is gone. I never thought for one second that he is gone, but he is. I feel sick., but I haven't eaten anything for like four days.

"Gerard?" I hear Frank call softly.

I rub my eyes and reailize that I've been crying.

"Come on in." I whisper.

The door to my room clicks open. Frank is standing there with the most worried look on his face.

I bury my head in my hands and start crying.

"He...he's g...gone." I sob.

"Shh, it's ok Gee," He whispers, holding my hand.

I wipe my tears away and fresh ones pour down my face.

"F...Frankie...I-I;m sorry..." I sniffle.

"Why?"

"I just cause problems for everyone." I sob again.

"No you don't."

"I caused my dad to kill himself...its MY fault!" I scream.

My whole body shakes with every word I say.

Lidi and Cloudy walk in and see Frankie and myself.

"Gee?" Cloudy whispers.

"Wh...what do you two want?" I gasp.

"Mom wants you to eat something, you haven't eaten for the past 4 days."

"Tell her I'm not hungry." I mumble.

"Gee!" Lidia exclaims. "You need to eat something!! You're almost as skinny as Mikeums!"

I push Frank out of the way and go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water and a handfull of cereal.

I see Frank walk over to me.

"Gee, maybe we should get you to talk to the guidence counceler at school."

I choke on my water.

"Wh..What?!"

"There is NO way I'm doing that!"

"Please, I hate to see people cry."

"I will tomorrow." I say before collapsing on the couch and falling into a uneasy sleep.