Just One More Bite

Slamming my alarm clock as it sounds with intensity, I finally awaken from my night's slumber. I walked my way past Frank, eying him as he peacefully slept. He had both hands curled over his head, as if he was protecting it from harm. I frowned and held Frank's delicate fingers and cooed him, regarding the fact that he was unconscious and probably couldn't feel. I let go.

I decided to slip into the seat by the stone age computer and clicked away, searching for concerts happening in Jersey for dinner. Usually, I go on for hours, and never find any. Today, I'm looking for something more valuable than front row seats. I'm looking for Frank.

Or rather, his history. Frank never spoke much of his past, let alone himself. The first place I look is the school webpage and into the yearbook. Once, he had told me to call him Frank Iero, so I searched in the search box: Frank. Not one was the Frank I knew. Aggravated, I searched until I saw his face. The same face I fell in love with...wait what? That came out unexpectedly.

The name below wasn't Frank Iero. It was a young adult named Ryan Pierce.

As I scroll down, my eyes widen in surprise. Frank is not who he said he is.

Notes

song title from bullet for my valentine c:

(hmmm....I wonder who Frank really is...)