I am afraid to keep on living

(Esther's pov)

I was alone at my house listening to music, exactly listening to Sleeping With Sirens as I played Pokemon. Suddenly my phone buzzed but I was too lazy for standing up and look at the phone, so I kept playing.

Like half an hour or so, I decided that it was time to look at the message, I hope it wasn’t anything important. I stood up from my bed and walked towards the table where I had my phone. It was a text message from Frank.

Frank: Hey, pineapple! I’m going to see if I can join a band! I’m going with Cassie cuz you know how much this girl likes music. When I finish I’ll come to your house (not sure if with Cassie). Wish me luck! Xofrnk.

Pineapple. Frank have just called me pineapple. I know he loves giving me a lot, and when I say a lot it’s a lot, of nicknames. But… pineapple? Where did he get that from? I walked towards the mirror I have in my room and looked at myself on it. Do I look like a pineapple? No, I don’t think so.

And that ‘Xofronk’ always makes me laugh, I don’t know why he always, without an exception, writes it at the end of all his text messages, or at least the ones he sends to me.

Well… In the other hand he’s joining a band! Yay! I will be dating a star! Well, only if he joins the band… that I’m sure he will. And he is going with Cassie, that’s cool, I really like that girl. Thanks to her I gave another chance to Frank and now we’re dating. Thanks Cassie! I picked my phone up again and texted him back.

Me: Hey, artichoke! (See? Both can play this game of silly nicknames) I’m sure you will join the band! You’re the best guitarist I’ve met and it’s not because you are my boyfriend. And I can’t wait to see you later! XOXO

Maybe I should prepare some snacks to celebrate that Frank would join a band. I walked to the kitchen and looked all over it searching for something to eat and drink. I only find some chips, popcorn and for drinking, I find some wine.

I took it all to the living room and placed it on the little table I had in front of the sofa. Maybe I should prepare some good music too. I walked back to my room and searched through all the CD’s that I had and picked: American Idiot by Green Day. That one is my favourite album.

Then I picked up my phone and called Frank to see when he is or they are coming. He didn’t answer the phone call. I tried again. Nothing. I tried once more time. He still doesn’t answer. So, I decided to text him.

Me: Frank? Why aren’t you answering my phone calls? Are you still busy playing guitar? Well, anyway, when you read this answer me telling me when you are coming. Love you a lot my tattooed bf. XOXO

I hope he stills playing the guitar or even celebrating with the one in there that he have just joined the band or something. I wish he isn’t in trouble. Then my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Frank!

Frank: im not going to ur house gurl! u know? im leaving you 4 cassie, shes better than u! so dont ever talk 2 me again or even getard or any of my friends. dont want to know anything about u!

As soon as I finished reading the text message my head filled with anger. So I quickly texted back.

Me: Alright, who the fuck are you? One, Franks don’t abbreviate words that much. Second, he always write the same at the end. Third, WHY DO YOU HAVE FRANK’S PHONE? TELL ME WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!

Whoever that had Frank’s phone didn’t answer and that proved that it wasn’t Frank the one who wrote that message. But who is it? And why does he or she has Frank’s phone? And most importantly, where is Frank? What the fuck should I do know? I have no clue of where he is.

Notes

When this story was about chapter 20 or so, someone asked me if it was going to be a sequel to this and I answered that I didn't know it. Well, the answer is no, sorry. This isn't going to end yet, don't worry, I think maybe 10 more chapters more or less. The reason there won't be a sequel it's because it would be too long and you'll get tired of it. Another one is because I have another story in mind that I would write when this one comes to an end. If you are interested on it I would say the tittle on here when it's ready. The summary of the story is something like this:

No living soul by my side, only dead souls walking around me, looking for someone to kill. I was alone until you, Frank, appeared. You put that gun to my head and wondered out loud why wouldn't you kill me there. Right now we both know the answer to that. We shouldn't have fallen in love with each other. Not at this time, not in this lifeless place.