Life as a teenager is hard. Especially in high school, what with having to keep your grades from plummeting, social cliques and getting beaten if you were in the wrong one, love, heartbreak and various visits to the principal. To anyone this hell is enough, but fate decided to screw one person up that little bit more. And so it was for Frank, who not only had to go through all of the above but also had to see random dead students walking down the halls.

Though none of them died in the school they were all there for some reason; non of them were harmful, they were actually nice, they often wanted to help people, but since only one person could see and communicate with them it was up to Frank to have to deal with them all.

He was good in school, he got an A in every subject - except gym, but that's not a real subject, come on - though it wasn't because he studied at all, his little ability provided him with the correct answers on every test he had ever done; so he spent his free time playing old video games and playing guitar.

He had one friend, and he was more of an acquaintance, Mikey; their 'friendship' consisted of their lockers being close together and exchanging greetings in the mornings and goodbyes in the afternoon, they would sometimes meet in the hallway on the way to class and stop to chat before their lessons started, but other than that they didn't really hang out, they didn't even have lunch together, Mikey had his own friends to be with.

So when he wasn't being pestered by non-existing kids, Frank often found himself alone, especially since his parents didn't seem to like him or even want him at all. Ever since since his grandmother's passing when he told them he had seen and spoken to her, and years later when he would talk about 'seeing things' that others couldn't, they had pushed him away and scolded him for telling such lies; but as time passed they realized there was something different about him, and they didn't like it at all.

At school it was a little harder, people obviously noticed when he acted strangely and they didn't waste any time on making him feel bad for it. That of course was not the only reason he was targeted. The way he dressed, the way he acted, and especially his romantic preferences, any excuse was good enough to punch out of him.

He often wondered if it was all jealousy; he always got excellent grades without seemingly trying, whereas their intelligence went as far as that of a brick. But if he thought about it, they were the whole football team - a sport Frank was never good at, any sport for that matter - and he was their punching bag, nobody ever stopped them and nobody ever cared if he got hurt.

Except the ghosts. They couldn't do much but they cared and they were always there to tell him encouraging words; it was rather sad, and he didn't like to think about it, but they were like his best friends. Just one thing to be clear on, he never fought back against the tyrannical bullies, but the one time he did, the one time he finally defended himself was the worst mistake he could ever make.

"Frank, I need your help!" He jumped at the sudden voice by his ear. Not again, he thought, not today; he tried ignoring the voice, closing his locker door and walking away. "Frank! Wait!" They followed after him.
"Dammit, not now." He mumbled under his breath, his head low, teeth clenched, trying not to make his mouth move too much.

He almost made it to class when suddenly a trash can knocked itself over in front of him, blocking his path in a way.
"God dammit!" He cursed loudly stopping in his tracks. He quickly looked around, making sure he wasn't being watched, then quickly turned and headed towards the toilets. As soon as he was in the centre of the room he spun around to face his harasser.

"What is it this time Jensen?" He asked.
"She's in the music room, crying alone again, you have to make her stop." Said the boy in front of him.
"This is the third time this week, I can't keep doing this, I can't keep leading her on, it's going to hurt her even more." Frank snapped. One of the cubicle doors opened and out came a confused looking boy, he looked at Frank then around the empty bathroom, then back at Frank. "Am I talking to you?" Frank yelled frustratedly. The boy jumped in fright and ran out, leaving Frank alone, or so it would seem to him.

The boy he was talking to was, of course, not really there; Jensen, though Frank didn't know him when he was alive, was a lot like him; he dressed in similar ways and had the same taste in music, they both played guitar and if the two had known each other before maybe things wouldn't have gone the way they had. You see, five weeks ago Jensen had the brilliant idea of swallowing a bullet; now, if he turned around you could see the large bloody hole in his skull and pieces of brain poking out.

The reason he had done it was unknown to everyone, and now he had left a mourning girlfriend behind and all he could do was watch her fall apart every day until he caught Frank's attention. Now it was up to him to comfort Alicia in her time of need; it was alright to Frank, but now the girl was starting to get attached to him and he couldn't do that to her.

"He didn't wash his hands..." Jensen mumbled.
"This is your own fault, why don't you people ever think before doing something stupid!" Frank continued ignoring his comment.
"I know, and I don't blame you, it's just...it's really bad, just this one time I promise and I'll ow you one." Jensen pleaded, his eyes wide and glinting, if he could cry he would be bawling.

And that is why Frank gave in, these people had lost everything, he was the only bridge-way to the outside world for them, they needed his help and it was the least he could do, he was given this gift for a reason; besides, it's not like he had anything better to do anyway.

"Alright." He sighed heavily. "Just this once, and you owe me big time." He said, watching as his words made the others face break into a grin. He exited the bathroom, class had already started so the halls were empty, he made his way to the music room which would also be empty at this hour, it was were Jensen and Alicia had met. He made it to the door and instead of knocking he slowly opened the door, like he always did.

Whoever was inside didn't see or hear him, but what he saw made him stop and stare. Inside the music room was Alicia, she was crying as it had become a habit the last month, but she wasn't alone; that Mikey kid was holding her, rubbing her back, letting her cry on his shoulder. Frank stared for a few seconds and then just as silently as he had entered, closed the door on his way out. He saw Jensen standing by the door, looking at it longingly, probably wishing it was him who was holding her.

"I think it might be better off this way." Frank whispered, Jensen shifted his eyes so he was staring at him. "He might be good for her, better than I could be..." He went on. Silently they started walking away, towards an unknown destination. "I don't think anyone will believe that Mikey might have a shot with a girl." Frank joked after they had been walking for a few minutes.

"Yeah, who will believe that the awkward, nerdy Mikey Wa-"
"Hey faggot!" Jensen was cut off by someone down the hall, someone familiar and not at all fun to piss off. Matt Sanders, captain of the football team who always seemed to follow him around like baby geese. "Who are you talking to? Your imaginary boyfriend?" And cue humorless laughter from the other baboon faced idiots.

Frank stayed silent, Jensen however seemed to have other ideas.
"Frank, this is me owing you one, just do what I say." And so Frank did, and started by repeating his words.
"That's funny, you're the one without a girlfriend and you surround yourself with admiring lovers." And it may not have been the smartest thing to say because firstly, it just sounded stupid, and secondly it made Matt attack him in an angry fit.

"What did you say to me?" He growled in Frank's face after he pinned him to the lockers holding him up tightly by his shirt.
"Oh god, I wasn't expecting this, let me fix it." Said Jensen in a rush and in the next second one of the lockers snapped and swung open hitting Matt in the side of the face, who was so surprised at this that he dropped Frank to the floor, turned to his laughing team mates and yelled out "WHO DID THAT??"

In the few silent seconds that followed his yelling it seemed that every classroom door opened, spilling out teachers and students that flooded the hall, surrounding them. Following Jensen's command, Frank kicked the back of Matts' legs while he was turned around - not caring about the audience. The giant went down and Frank pounced on him, straddling his body and managing to punch his face twice before he was turned over at which point Matt reached for his throat.

Frank grabbed his wrists and used all of his strength to keep them still, he felt Matt's fingertips brush his neck, his dirty nails scraping his skin. Everyone else seemed to have vanished, they didn't seem very ready to break up the fight, they just stood and watched the two of them.
Meanwhile Frank was fighting to get his legs underneath the bulk that was crushing him and once he had both of his feet pressing into Matt's abdomen he pushed with all his might, the strain of it would leave his leg muscles weak for days, and Matt went flying backwards crashing into the hard floor, his head making a sickening sound on impact.

For a while everything was silent, it didn't even sound like anyone was breathing, Matt certainly wasn't. It wasn't until a deep red puddle started seeping out from underneath his head that everyone moved. First there were gasps, then murmurs, the screams, then accusations, then hands grabbing at Frank who was still frozen on the floor, too shocked to even react at what he had caused.Everything happened so quickly after that, he didn't even know exactly what went on.

Of only a couple of things he was sure of: one, he never saw Jensen again; and two, for what he had done, he was sent away for good.

Notes

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