Dead! - Frerard

I was lying on Frank’s bed. It was too quiet, way to quiet. Frank was supposed to be home from school by now, it was four o’clock. I drifted through the wall to the spare room at the front of the house.

I floated at the window waiting for a half hour. I decided I would go look for Frank. I flew out the window and into the tree across the street.
I sat there for a while before I even heard voices. I turned around to face where the sound was. It wasn’t Frank, just some other teenagers. Where was he?

I flew around the town looking everywhere I could for him. By the time it was six o’clock, I had looked through every street, every back yard, every house (because I’m a ghost) even the graveyard (I stopped to look at my grave to find flowers and another note – it was from my mom) and every single fucking corner. I was just about to give up looking when I forgot to look in the woods at the edge of town.

I glided through the trees without finding Frank for a good twenty minutes. Until I saw a small body-shaped lump on the ground under a tree. I flew down to it…..To find out that it was Frank. I settled next to him and stroked his cheek. He was unconscious and bruised all down his face, his eyes, his arms and probably under his shirt and jeans. “Frank?” I said quietly “Frank?” I said louder. He didn’t answer. I picked him up and flew as fast as I could back home.
I was sitting next to him when he woke up. “Frank what happened?”

“Oh….I’m at home…..what I don’t- I don’t know, I don’t know” Frank sat up fast and looked around, one hand curled around his stomach.

“You do know” I said quietly. “Do you feel okay?”

“No – n-no I don’t…..I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know!” He cried, standing up. His arm was still around his middle. I floated close to him and touched his arm gently. “Don’t touch it. Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!”

“Frankie, let me see.” I said softly. “Come on It’s me, I’m not gonna hurt you okay?”

“No. No! No!” Frank whimpered as he moved his arm to reveal a hacked out slash in his stomach. It was bleeding freely. I told him to wait there and not move while I went to find a bandage and a Band-Aid big enough.

I came back upstairs with a first aid kit. I opened it and took out a bandage
“No….Gerard, wait. Just…..just….let me bleed to death I- I don’t wanna live anymore….I- I wanna b-be with y-you….” Franks voice was quiet and raspy. I looked up in shock. I regarded my eyes back down to my glittery hands sifting through the box. I took out four large band aids and a needle and thread. I was trying not to faint there and then; I tied the thread at the bottom and held Frank’s hips down. He wrestled around, despite the pain he was in. He screamed when I pushed the needle though his skin. I held back all the screams inside me, until I was finished with him. Frank clawed at the bed sheets, ripping them.
I tied the thread and snapped it off. I picked the bandage up and lifted Frank’s stomach up gently. I wrapped it round his thin torso and pinned it together. “G-Gerard….I- I’ll tell….I don’t know” He said in a small voice. “I- was….no….on my way…-” Frank’s voice hitched in his throat. I stroked his cheek gently, making him flinch but sink into my touch. “My way- hu- home……f-from school a-and…..hu” He started breathing faster and shaking. “H-he….didn't even t-take….”

“Frankie, baby, don’t tell me yet, let’s wait a while. You need to sleep” I said rubbing away tears from Frank’s cheeks. He nodded and lay back down, closing his eyes. I stroked his face again and laid next to him. I wouldn’t fall asleep until he did, I’d look after him forever.

Notes

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