Dead! - Frerard

I hate Frank. I hate him so much I love him. I love him and no one else….apart from Mikey, but I don’t think that counts.

“I want to go back to my parents’ house.” Frank said one night while we were curled up watching some old movie. I was slightly confused to say the least.

“Why? I thought you never wanted to see them again.” I mumbled.

“No. Yeah, I wanna see how they’re coping without me.”

“Okay. I’ll take you tomorrow, ‘m tired.” I closed my eyes and Frank snuggled up to me more- which I thought was impossible until now.

When I woke up, I found myself and Frank on the bedroom floor. I have no clue what happened. He was half awake I think. He stirred as I sat up slightly. Frank was spread out over my legs and he stretched himself out even more. I know this is kind of mean, but he looked taller like that. I really love his height though.
“Gee, take me to see my mom.” I heard him mumble.

“Alright, but why do you want to go?”

“Because I want to see how they’re coping. And it’s gonna be Christmas in a few days too.”
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“When did you last see your son?” I heard from outside the house. I looked down to Frank beside me. He swallowed and looked down at the floor.

“About three weeks ago.” I heard someone reply. Frank’s mom. I scuffed my shoe in the snow and put one arm around Frank. I pulled us through the wall and over to the sofa in the corner.
On the three-sitter couch were Frank’s mom and dad and on the arm chair across from that was a police man. He looked really tall, at least six foot. He was writing something down also. Frank moved himself around a lot whilst we were sat there and I couldn’t tell why. In the end he got up and went into the kitchen. I followed him and found him with a pen and some paper. He was standing, leaning on the counter top and scribbling on the paper. After he’d finished his scribble-fit, he folded the paper in half and wrote his name and something else on the front.

“Can I read it please?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, okay.” Frank handed me the paper and I opened it.

“To Mom and Dad,

I’m not here because I couldn’t take being called insane and having therapy threats from you.

It’s also because I was being bullied pretty badly at school too, so it’s not all your fault.

I ran away with Gerard and I don’t plan on coming back. Mostly because I’m going to be a ghost soon. Don’t worry about me I’m okay I promise.
Trust me.
-XoFrnk”

I blinked and I saw Frank look up at me. I leaned down and kissed him. He didn’t move, just hummed. I hummed back and pulled away.
“You alright?” I asked.

“I’m better than alright.” Frank smiled and kissed me again. I folded up the paper and slipped it back into his small hand while he was distracted. He kissed me harder and pushed his tongue through my lips. I put my arms around him, picked him up and went back into the living room.
I pulled away, a wet sound breaking the silence between us. Frank put his head on my shoulder, put his arms around me and said “I don’t regret my suicide. Not at all.”

“I know you don’t, babe. But your parents seem worried.”

“I know.” We sat quietly after that. We listened to Franks’ mom and dad talk to the police guy about his disappearance.

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