Dead! - Frerard

More and more days past and no one seemed to notice that Frank wasn’t a ghost at all, we kept up the thing with the ectoplasm, and most nights Frank would suck me off to make sure that he wouldn’t turn into a mortal.

“Why can’t we just tell them?” Frank asked me. I sat up and pulled the covers over myself.

“What? I can’t tell them. They’ll…..get rid of you.” I replied. Frank walked over to our bed and curled up next to me.

“Oh….why? I thought they liked me….”

“They do. Trust me, they do.”

“I do trust you. But this would be easier if I was just dead anyway….”

“Yes, but you are staying alive. No matter what.” Frank sighed. He really wanted to be a real ghost, but he couldn’t just……he wouldn’t….i wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t.

“If I can’t be a ghost, I might as well go home.”

“If you do I’m coming with you.” I answered.

“No, you should stay here. All your friends are here and your brother is too. I don’t belong here, Gerard.” Frank mumbled. I pulled him closer and lifted his face up to kiss him. He pulled away before I could though. He looked down before leaning up and kissing me. He moved his lips gently against mine and it made my head spin. Yes, we’d fucked so much and kissed and hugged and cuddled, but this was different. Then I remembered back when Frank was in fourth grade, I taught him how to kiss this good and, God, I taught him well.

He’d said “Gerard, can you teach me to kiss?” I asked him why and he replied with “Because everyone knows how because they kissed someone before, I haven’t and I want to.” I just nodded and pulled Frank closer and kissing him slowly. He seemed pretty dumbfounded at first, but I pulled away and smiled. He had red cheeks and (the poor thing) he was shaking a little too. Frank stepped closer and fell into me, pushing me down onto his bed. He was surprised that I kissed him and I was seventeen and dead and he was ten and alive.

It was his first kiss and he said it was the best he could ever have.

Frank pulled off and said “I want to die.”

“Frank- why?”

“So I can be a real ghost. Like you. And I don’t see the point anyway because no one likes me and they wouldn’t care to be honest, Gee.”

“Oh. I don’t really want to talk about this anymore, Frank. Okay?”

“Okay.” Frank said, cuddling closer to me. I closed my eyes and pulled Frank closer to me, smiling. Frank was staying alive.
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I woke up alone. Frank wasn’t asleep next to me or in my room at all. I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes. He was probably downstairs.
I floated through the floor and every other room under mine until I was in the lounge. “Where’s Frank?” I asked anyone who bothered to listen. Frank wasn’t in there anyway.

“He went….. Actually I don’t know.” Jamia said, shrugging. I groaned and looked at the ceiling.

“He’s probably about to jump off a fucking bridge to kill himself. Fuck.” I said to myself.

“Wait, what?” Jamia asked. Shit. Motherfucking shit.

“Uh- nothing… I- I should go look for him. B-bye.” I stuttered turning round and running through the wall. Fuck, fuck now Jamia knows Frank isn’t a ghost.
I ran out into the long grass and looked around. No Frank. I drifted up slowly and took one look around and started flying towards Frank’s house.
No Frank. No Frank. No Frank. No Frank.
And still no Frank.

I stopped at a park near Frank’s house. There was a river and a bridge there so he may or may not have been there. I looked around for a few minutes, nothing yet. I went closer to the bridge, spotting a small figure on it. Fuck, shit, fuck, shit.

I kept moving closer, silently, and fuck, it was Frank. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
He was standing on the edge of the rails at the side, his back turned to me. He was holding something behind his back. I couldn’t see it, but I had to. I moved closer, until I was on the other side of the bridge to him. Frank was holding the present I got him when he turned 16. A tiny, tiny bracelet. A black and red beaded one, with the middle bead in his hand. It was a black heart (sappy as fuck, I know).

He slipped it on his left wrist and said “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”

He shuffled closer to the edge, I felt my heart pick up and jump to my throat. My eyes were filling up with tears and right before I could even think to move and save Frank, he jumped off.

“Frank! FRANK, NO!” I screamed after him, falling forward to where he jumped from. I missed it, he was gone. “No….” I whispered. I closed my eyes, tears falling. Being a ghost had stupid rules; only lucky people could commit suicide and be a ghost. If you took 20 people off the streets, only 1 could see ghosts and they might not turn into a ghost after suicide. Frank had a small chance he would be a ghost and that he could see me again. But what sucks more is that I could have lost him forever.

I buried my face in my hands and sat on the floor of the bridge. I cried for a few moments until I felt something on my shoulder. I looked up into big, green eyes. Fuck. Fuck, was….-
“Hey Gee.” Frank, Frank, FRANK WAS A GHOST.

“Frank!” I just squealed and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back and I hugged him. Our lips moved in time with each other’s and I pulled him closer. Frank pulled away for breath and asked,
“Do ghosts have like blood or anything?”

“No, ghosts are just spirits, nothing else, just spirits.”

“Good.” Frank stood up and pulled his hoodie up. He grabbed some of his stitches and yanked on them, pulling them loose. He screamed and pulled the rest out, his cut opening, but no blood came out. Tears were falling down his cheeks and I wanted to tell him to stop and that he was going to hurt himself more, but Frank was stubborn and wouldn’t stop – legit reason or not, he wouldn’t. He pulled the last few stiches out and fell to his knees.
“Frank…?” I said quietly. “What was that about?”

“I-it was an excuse…. O-of how I died.” Frank answered.

“Okay. I’m taking you back home though. To the ghost place.”

“Okay.”

Notes

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