Ghost are real

I had practically ignored the boys the past few days driving Frank to ignore me right back and deny me any affection. I hadn't meant to do that to him or any of the boys for that matter, but I needed time to cope with the way Frank died. Sure I thought I could handle it, but seeing him die. Feeling the pain that he felt was nearly unbearable.

"Mikey?" I called out to the frail ghost that had peeked into my room.
"Yes?" He asked turning so I could see his face.
"How do you deal with it? Death I mean. I-it's so...painful." I said my voice barely above a whisper
Mikey seemed to stare off into a corner and he barely moved his lips when he uttered his own words. "You don't deal with it. It hurts for a bit. Depends how you die." He turned and left me alone.
I cried alone that night like I had every night since I learned about Franks death. It wasn't a loud crying. Soft barely any noise. No because I wanted the attention from my crying...I just couldn't stop allowing the salty tears fall from my eyes.
I fell into a restless sleep filled with nightmares fit for a disgusting creature that never knew happiness. I was fine with nightmares until one sent me reeling and I honestly didn't think I'd come back

*nightmare*
I was standing in a meadow of black flowers. The sky a pale grey almost as if it was depressed. "Hello." Frank said in my ear. I turned to see him but he wasn't there. "W-where are you?" I asked. No answer was given so I sat down in the flowers. "Loves me, loves me not. Loves me, lov-" my voice was cut off as hand gripped my throat. My hands dropped the rose and I sunk into the flowers as my step father strangled me. "Go to sleep go to sleep." He coo'd tightening his grip. My eyes were full of tears and awkward choking sound echo'd all around me. When I thought I was going to die he vanished leaving me with hand marks on my neck. I coughed and turned to my side. The flowers seemed to move away from me then back to me once I had sat up. I looked down and was riddled with bullet holes in the same spots Franks were. I screamed and tried to block out the sudden pain. Red flowed every where and my beautiful flowers were no longer black. Frank stood there and watched as I died a small smile widening the closer I was to death. "F-Frank." I whispered reaching for him. Then all was dark

*back to real life*
I had jolted awake a scream escaping my lips. I laid back down and curled into a ball sobs racking my body. I hadn't sensed the boys until they were sitting beside me in their foil. I didn't do anything but sit there and cry. Mikey seemed to leave as soon as he crane along with Gerard and Ray leaving Frank and I alone. He seemed distant, but as my sobs grew quiet and were replaced by free falling tears he warmed up. He sat beside me and ran his hands through my hair and let me lay my head in his lap. I cried for who knows how long until I fe asleep completely exhausted. Frank stayed by me and I could have sworn he said he was sorry. Maybe not. I wouldn't know

Notes

So my second chapter on this :)
hope you enjoyed!