This heart only beats for you.

There's really no way to describe what life is. With that there aren't any answers that tell you how to live through it. Take it day by day. You can't expect too much from life, cause in the end it really just fucks you over. Life isn't the only one that screws you over though, there's always other people who make matters worse.

Don't get me wrong, there's other people who make life easier. Sad thing is, they never last too long. Someone or something always finds a way to take your sunshine away. Even with people you can't get your hopes up too high. That's a tip, don't set expectations. Cause in the end they don't match up either.

Just live in the moment, make memories of the time with your friends. Because one day, that's all you'll have. Be prepared to have bullshit thrown at you. Expect the unexpected.. Like that makes any sense. But again neither does life so don't try to hard to find the perfect meaning of it. I'll just say do what you want to be. Don't ever let anyone or anything change that. If they ever do, feel free to punch 'em in the fucking throat.

Now you probably think I'm just a depressed kid complaining how much life sucks. Well, my life was.. well almost like any other's. Up until freshman year, Everything just.. well changed. It was the last thing I'd expect to happen. You can't really stop anything from changing. Unless it's yourself but you can't control everything in life. So Like any other kid, I tried to adjust to everything. For a while it went.. well, until I brought my past back. Not literally but my friend from my childhood. To keep it simple, if you ever lose something in life. No matter how much you love them. It's best to keep it lost. It left for a reason so don't contradict that.

Keep the people you love close, but keep an eye out for anything else. Know who you are and don't lose yourself. Don't give in to the system, but don't give up on yourself. Just do what you have to do to make things feel right again.


Well, my story begins here. When I was young and quite optimistic. My attitude might be all high and mighty. But when it came to my height.. well let's just say that I fell a little short. Yes, I was a small fry but that didn't stop me from standing my ground. I was protective and strong. Just like my father. He left me and my mom to help serve in the army. He wanted to make sure we were safe. Especially after 9/11. I was about three when it happened. My dad was on a bus to New York for a job and happened to see the two towers burn. Watching people desperately jump out of windows, hoping to safe themselves. A true American tragedy.

After that day my dad never left me and my mom out of sight. Not until we moved here. This tiny town in Jersey. We lived on a quiet street, mostly old people made up the population. Except for the Way's who lived across the street. My dad lived with us in that tiny yellow house for a year before being drafted. Right before he left, he brought home this little black and white mutt. The breeder had no idea what it was but knew that she'd be big. Big and protective. She was really cute to be honest. Her fur was black as charcoal. She had a long white stripe, stretching from her snout down her chest. She was beautiful. But her eyes. They were bright blue, that always freaked people out but I loved it. I loved her, I loved the way her back legs were awkwardly longer than the rest of her body. After the day he brought her home I fell in love with dogs. All dogs, they just found a special place in my heart. One where no one else could fa-fill.

I was a little over four when we moved. Everyone there knew we were coming because we had this big ass moving truck with all our stuff. Like we even had that much stuff to begin with. But after we moved in, Mrs. Way knocked on our door, welcoming us to the neighborhood. Right away she saw me hiding behind my mom. What could I say? I was a little shy at first. But anyways. Where was I? Oh yes. Right when she saw me she invited me over to meet her kid who happened to be the same age as me.

His name was Gerard, he also had a little brother Mikey. He was about only one or two. Either way he was extremely shy and mostly hid behind his mom if anyone ever came over. But after that day, me and Gerard spent everyday together. Eventually Mikey got used to me. Only took about two years to, but he talked to me every once in a while. Me and Gerard were the only ones he was comfortable around.

When me and Gerard were about six, our parents finally let us go in the woods behind Gee's house. It was spring, a few weeks after all the snow melted and the ground was squishy and soaked from all the water. I wore my blue rain boots and he wore his firetruck red ones. They were the reddest thing I've ever seen in my whole life.

By this age I was still about six inches shorter than gee. Which made it hard when we walked through the woods. Gerard could climb over any log or rock but when it came to me, I took about thirty seconds longer. Resulting in me always falling behind. He's always call out my name. Everything I heard him yell Frank I'd pick up my pace. But I was still too slow.

After a while when he stopped calling my name out I got worried. Not only that he stopped calling my name, but he was completely out of sight. So for only being six years old and alone in the woods, I was pretty freaked out. Every horror movie me and Gerard watched secretly flashed in my mind. So there I was, walking alone. Scared for some insane killer to slaughter me in the woods. What could I say? I was scared and alone. But I still kept walking, my heart climbed higher in my throat with every step. I kept spinning my head to make sure nothing was following me. Yes.. I was a bit.. Paranoid..

I got to the end of the forest and ahead was this giant Oak tree. My guess is that it was about eighty years old. Branches reached out from everywhere. A perfect climbing tree. So I ran down the hill to observe it. Slipping on the way down, I picked myself up and continued walking.. acting like that never happened.

When I actually got to the tree, I felt like an ant next to it. Not because I was short... well I was but that's not the point. This tree was huge.. I was amazed by it, to the point where I totally forgot I was alone. It might sound crazy but something about it felt right. I was just blown away, it took my mind off everything. I was at perfect peace until Gerard decided to jump down out of no where and scare the shit outta me.

The look on his face when he looked at the tree was the sweetest thing. I could tell he was in love with it as much as I was. He didn't tell me but I knew he wanted me to climb it with him. But even if I jumped I couldn't touch the first branch. I felt horrible for it, but he grabbed my hand and told me that one day I'll be big enough to climb it, and till then he promised to sit beside me under that tree. But what we didn't know was that this day was the start of the best years of my life.

Notes

Hellooo. I'm back with more stories. c: I'm baseing this one off a ton of shit that happened in my life and my opinions on stuff. Frank's characteristics reflect off me and a little of his actual being from what I know. But yeah. This is all Frank's perspective and it's mostly the things that goes on through his head. Sooo Yeah enjoy c: