Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

I hated being away from him. I never knew if I was ever going to see him again; every time we separated I felt as if I left half of myself behind and it hurt,. Like being torn apart. I've always had this feeling, ever since we were teenagers and I would have to sneak out of his room through the window when his parents were at his bedroom door.

But back then the feeling was more carefree and light, I knew I'd see him the next day. It wasn't until they took him away that it started to weigh down on me. And now it was worse, there was some psycho on the loose in the carnival, and I was still afraid after what he had seen.

I would of insisted that he stay with me, but it was too soon for him to see Matt. But still, I didn't want to lose hi again after all these years, not after the way he was taken from me.

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I was driving as fast as I could, probably breaking every speed limit in the country. But I didn't care, I had somewhere to be. He needed me. I had to miss school because I had joined this program to become a police officer. That's what I wanted to do and I was starting as early as possible.

That meant I left him alone in a place where everyone hated him and something terrible happened now. Mikey texted me on the way home and at once I made a screeching U turn to go in the opposite direction, to him.

I screeched to a halt in front of a small, modest house. I rushed out of the car barely remembering to close the door but not wasting time on locking it. I ran up the front lawn and started knocking – banging – on the door until someone opened it. His mother.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked outraged.
“Where is he?” I asked, ignoring her.
“Who do you think you are-”
“Where is he?” I shouted, pushing past her and walking into the house.

I bumped into his father halfway up the stairs, he blocked my way.
“He doesn't want to see you.” He said.
“That's BULLSHIT!” I yelled again and he jumped back, probably in fright and I ran the rest of the way up and into his room.

I closed the door behind me and locked it before turning to look at him. He was sitting in a corner and as soon as I took a step towards him he got up and ran to me and we embraced tightly. He burst into tears as he started talking.
“I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. It was an accident.”

I shushed him and held him tighter.
“I know, it's gonna be okay.” I whispered.
“They're going to take me away.” He sobbed out.

I pulled back a little to look at his face; I held his face in my hands and wiped some tears away with my thumbs.
“No, they can't; I know this stuff, they can't punish you for this. I won't let them.” I said, then hugged him tightly again.

He cried on me for a few minutes more, he didn't really stop until we sat on the bed and I turned his radio on a random station, playing softly. When he had calmed down enough I spoke.
“I need you to tell me all that happened.” And he did; he told me how Jensen made him skip class, how he was wondering the halls when Matt attacked him, the fight they had and how it all ended.

“They called my parents and said the police will come pick me up soon, to get my side of the story I guess.” He finished.
“It was obviously self defense. They can't charge you with anything.” I said; I was wrong, they charged him with something much worse.

“I'm a little scared.” He whimpered.
“Don't be, it's gonna be ok.” I said, holding him again. We sat like that for a while, and the radio station changed. It started out with a bit of static and then a little tune came on, it was short, played entirely by guitar and sounded a little tinny.

“That's our song.” He sniffed. It was our song, because for some strange reason it only played when we were together; sometimes it would just turn itself on and play it, Frank liked to call it a ghost track.

“I love you, I love you.” I whispered into his hair once it finished.
“Why do you always say it twice?” He asked in curiosity.
“So that you will always remember it.” And the we kissed, softly and passionately, like there was no one else in the world.

Until we were interrupted by a knock on his door.
“Frank, they're here.” It sounded like his mother.
“No, I don't want to go.” He said clinging on to me and crying again. There was another knock on the door, louder.

“Frank!”
“Just a minute!” I shouted back. There was silence. “Hey, look at me.” I softly said to him. He did and his expression broke my heart. “I promise you, it's going to be okay.” I said firmly. He nodded silently and wiped his eyes. “I'll come down with you, ok?” I said and once again he was silent.

Together we got up from his bed, unlocked his door, passed his parents in the hall – who didn't even bother to say goodbye – and descended the stairs and walked out the front door. He was holding my hand tightly and shaking a little. We both knew that I wouldn't b able to go with him.

There was a police car parked behind my one and a police officer was waiting beside it. I opened the back-seat door for him and he climbed inside. He immediately lowered the window and leaned out of it. I kissed him one last time and repeated the I loved him.

“Please don't forget about me.” He said.
“I won't. Ever. I promise. I'll come and get you soon.” I said. And with that the car started and they drove off, Frank was still leaning out the window, and we watched each other until he was too far away.

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That was the last time I saw him before the hospital. I made a terrible mistake, promising something I couldn't keep; everything was not okay after that day, everything was terribly wrong. I never should have let them take him, we could have run away together, then Matt would have woken up and the whole thing soon forgotten.

But I was selfish, I wanted to stay put, to finish something I thought I needed. But all I needed was him, I knew that back then but I was blinded by the idea of revenge, for my mother. Now once again we're treading close to the razor blade's edge; once again I'm letting something less important get in the way.

But this time it's not just for her, it's targeted Frank as well. I lost him once before, I can't let it happen again.

Notes

So here it is, sorry if it's a little short.
As usual tell me what you think and if I've made ay mistakes.