Will you pray for me? Or make a saint of me?

The gentle piano music filled the church with a spooky haunted aura. The grey drizzle slowly poured down, painting streaks down the stained glass windows. The gleaming black coffin at the front of the alter was closed. They said the body was to mutilated for an open casket; but Mikey saw the body before they took it away. The blood; oh the blood. It was so vivid, the colour that was supposed to represent love now brought him such heart break.

It was a cold January evening as Frank trudged though the deep snow. It clung to his skinny jeans like Velcro and froze his tiny little feet. The crisp white snow was untouched, pure; like him.

He was only 16, he was celebrating his year anniversary with his boyfriend today; it was the first serious relationship he had ever had. And his last. As he slowly made his way home he could swear he heard the snow crunching a few meters behind him but dismissed it as some kid who was embracing the weather while it lasted. But then, oh so suddenly, he felt a warm hand clasp of his mouth. He kicked and squirmed but that didn't stop the person shoving him against a cold brick wall.

He felt a cool blade against his throat as he stared into the icy blue eyes of his attacker. It was the only thing he could see behind the ski mask "you could have stopped this all" the man whispered, before driving the knife into his gut. The warm blood trickled out the wound and the heat made him feel like he was on fire. As the man pulled the blade upward he sliced his chest open. He was slowly bleeding to death as he watched the pure snow turn pink with his blood. He suddenly felt the knife stabbing into his chest, penetrating his broken heart.

Later that evening, Mikey was so pissed off about Frank blowing him off, he stormed down the streets looking for something to take his anger out on when he saw a flash of deep red in the snow. He slowly turned and saw the trail of blood leading from the alley way towards the woods at the back of the town. He followed the gruesome trail, beginning to wonder if a fox had just killed a cat or something. When he reached the end, he thought he was going to be sick. His boyfriends dead eyes stared up at the dark blue sky, his guts hanging lazily out of the wide incision in his stomach. There was a hole in the left of his chest, hollow as a cave.

Notes

this is the first chapter but i will only continue if people want me too :3
-Ruby Evangeline WIT Leto