An Urgent Need for Ruin (Full-length Novel Version)
Prologue: The End Is the Beginning
It was a shady-looking house on a lonely-looking dirt road, but it housed one of the most influential people in my life. Frank Gautier had so much to share in his short life, so much to teach our small town in Lousiana. His life was cut short by a series of events even I don't understand to this day, and it's because he's no longer alive that I'm the one penning these words instead of him. Yes, I'll tell you right off the bat that Frank dies in this story, but his message doesn't end there. In fact, most of his story was revealed to me after his death in a way only he could have planned for. I'm not talking séances or some voodoo ritual if that's what y'all are thinking. No, Frank was artistic enough to plan ahead and leave behind a legacy only I was ever supposed to know. At least, until I decided to write down his story. I had lived next to him for as long as I could remember, but I realized I knew almost nothing about him until the day he died. The point he was trying to make -- and the one I'm somehow trying to show through this rambling paragraph -- is that your message doesn't end after death. In fact, it continues long after you're six-feet-under. It lives on in the ones you held dear and the ones that held you dear.
Frank's message was that the book doesn't end after the surprise twist: that is when the book truly begins.
Notes
Everything that needs to be said is said in the paragraphs above.
If you don't like knowing the "end" I suggest you turn back now.
Please let me know if you like it or not.
~xoxo Ash
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Yes, lack of eye candy! This Ray Toro clone is like totally gay so like im kind of stuck with hoping a frank or gerard spawn comes to my school. It's kinda ironic how I don't know one kid named frank but, I know like 4 people named frankie. Yes, that is their name..not a nickname.
but, Toro taxes?? Wtf what town is this in?! Who even..I'm dead. Oh well, their is a 'Mikey and shays' restaurant in our town...and my dads name is Michael and my sisters is shaylah...
oh, and hell yes! Every time I hear a freaking piano note I am instantly waiting for black parade to play. It's such a miracle it came on the radio last night though cause all that channel I have to listen to plays is pop-shit.
2/13/16