I Never Knew What to Say

~Frank~
I feel the knife begin to bite into my neck “Kill them quick son, we need to get out of here.” I see Darcy trot in and Gerard smiles.
“Darcy-y…” the cat begins to rub Gerard’s legs “You silly kitty”
“Great, Frank turned my brother crazy too!” Gerard coughs spitting blood onto the carpet, Darcy walks over and sniffs it.
“They’ve hurt us Darcy… teach them not to mess with our kitty” The doors of the living room slam shut and Darcy begins to growl, it reverberates around the room making everything shake. Mikey and his mother are pushed against the wall, giant claw marks are made in the wall. There is a pounding on the front door, Darcy disappears as many people run into the house.
“In here!” I shout “Help him first, please!” I say in desperation as the police arrest both Mikey and his mother. They untie me and I rush over to Gerard, I put my hands on his legs. He is just sitting there, unmoving “Gerard?” he lifts his head slightly, the blood coming from his mouth and nose. Seeing this I begin to cry my head falling “I should have tried to find you!” Gerard lifts his hand and places it on my cheek
“Frank… I get nose bleeds really easily” he smiles at me “This is all nose blood”
“You mean you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I am” I stand up and face the police, I explain my day with some contribution form Gerard “I went to buy a new comic… they jumped me and it hit my nose…”
“They were going to kill us… I don’t see why” They kept talking to us for a while and we insisted we could clean ourselves up and they went
“I think you’ll be wondering about those?” he points to the giant claw marks
“They’re Darcy’s aren’t they? The ghost cat that likes the tree above your grave”
“You can see him?”
“I think I can see all ghosts, now come into the kitchen… get you cleaned up”
“Wait one second… did you touch Darcy?”
“Yes”
“But he is still a ghost?”
“Yes?”
“Then how did I-
“Sounds cheesy but I think we really are soul mates… my touch was what brought you back”
“You’re right… that does sound cheesy. Sounds like some perfect fairy tale or something” I grab a clean washcloth and run some warm water into a jug. I hold Gerard’s chin and gently wipe away the blood drying on his face; slowly, gently so as not to knock his nose. He pulls me in to kiss me “Thank you for caring” I hold his wrists and see the wounds had opened a bit more, annoyed I grab some fresh bandages and rewrap them. “I’m supposed to let them air…”
“Tomorrow, okay?” I finish wrapping and look up to give him a big smile he smiles back but his face falls quickly, he grabs the cloth and dabs my neck “What are yo- ow!”
“Your neck was bleeding… silly”
“You’re the silly one… what comic did you get anyway?” He blushes and heads to the hallway coming back with a small bag and offering it to me “For me?” I open it and find a comic inside called Umbrella Academy published a few years ago “Why did you get me this?” Then I look and see it, the authors name: Gerard Way…
“Hope you enjoy it, if so… I’ll get the rest of them for you…” He smiles sheepishly “I guess Mikey and mum have burned the drawings I did…”
“Were they in a box? Covered in Batman doodles?” He looks at me confused “Mikey always knew I loved Batman… he gave me this box of drawings there’s all sorts in there…” I look at him to see a smile spreading over his face “To think of it, it was the birthday of the year you…” I daren’t say it, just thinking he found himself so scared he had to do it.
“Where are they Frank?”
“W-wait here” I head upstairs to the locked chest under my bed, I put the code into the lock and pop it off in with a few other objects I keep to myself here is a just-over-A4 box covered in doodles. I place the box on my bed and lock the chest again, I push it back under and head downstairs. Wiping away the tears caused by the objects in the chest I enter the kitchen and place the box on the table.
“Don’t be angry but…” he looks at me a little nervous “what is in that chest?”
“I told you to wait!”
“No, no! I heard it scrape across the floor… you never did it often but when I heard that scape I knew you were going to cry over the stuff in the chest… after the first time I left you to it. I just recognised the noise” I stay silent and allow him to rummage through the drawings until he finds what he wants “Frank? Frankie? Look… these are the Killjoys… Jet Star, Kobra Kid and… Party Poison…” I smile, his style is so awesome “Well there is one more but I don’t want to sound creepy… the last one is you, I may have been ‘haunting’ you for longer than 4 years…”

Notes

OKAY I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A MONTH I AM SO SORRY
I have had SO much work to do at University
so ENJOY (I hope) ~frankieroisasnowflake