My Suicidal Romance

*One Week Later*


Over the last week, Frank couldn't stop thinking about the young man. The boy seemed to always be in Frank's thoughts - no matter how hard he tried to forget.

He also had decided that one night - once his family were in bed - he would go up to the Way Manor and snoop around. Frank was certain that there were no guards, and the old rusty gates swung in the wind so they were definitely not locked. What's the worst that could happen?

Once it was dark, Frank left the cottage - being sure to keep silent. He gently closed the large dark wood, iron-studded door and padded down the garden. He snuck through the town, keeping clear of the drunks shouting and fighting outside the inn.
Once Frank had made it through the village he looked up at the hill in awe. The mansion seemed so much scarier (if that was even possible). He had to creep through a field which he guessed belonged to the Way family - or a nearby farmer. Hoping he wouldn't get caught like him and his friends used to as children.

He he chuckled to himself as he remembered playing till dark with his friends - out in the fields. Suddenly, Frank felt sadder as he wondered what it would be like to be Gerard, the child who was kept inside. Never having experienced the fun that Frank and all children should have.

Frank snapped out of his daydream and when he looked up he realised he had made it to the house. The broken windows In the derelict east wing were creaking eerily. Then a loud crash suddenly shook the whole building and the ground it seemed. Frank jumped, startled and looked up at the sky. Thunder and lightening. Bother.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the gates. They screeched loudly as Frank whispered cusses.
Frank took 14 steps and finally made it to the large, double doors.

*Frank's POV*

Should I really do this? Everyone always warned me about this place, is it safe? No of course it isn't you numpty. I thought as I mentally slapped myself.
Okay, what's the worst that could happen? I mean, I doubt anyone lives here still... It doesn't look fit to live in at all!

I'm brave, I can do this. I take three deep breaths and push the door. I'm not suprised when it opens easily and luckily - soundlessly. It is so dark inside. I can't see a thing...
I stand there and wait a little for my eyes to ajust to the darkness. After a minute or two I can see well enough.

Right before me is a large, wooden staircase with a blood-red and black rug going up it. About two feet above the banister are candle holders and to my surprise two candles are lit.
To my right looks like a large reception room with a massive, stone fireplace and in it a roaring fire! Okay, someone must live here but they mustn't be home right? The room also has a large table and two dusty, old, silk couches that were salmon pink and gold. I crept through the room and noticed that there was a doorway on the other side of it. I tip-toe through and enter a large room that looks to be a library. In one corner I notice a candle so lit and then to my surprise - there is a girl reading by the candlelight! Her dark hair covering her face. I silently turn away and try to stay in the shadows. Another crash of thunder hit and I jumped out of my skin - accidentally making the floorboards creak and the chandelier sway. I curse myself and then nearly scream as a hand grabs my shoulder. I whip around and notice the girl who looks about the same age as me. She is wearing a knitted blanket over her shoulders. The girl also has red lips and black lace up leather boots. She is quite a sight to say the least! I look at her face, it is stunning (even though I'm not interested in ladies I can safely say that she is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen). She has dark brown, silky hair. A thin pointy nose, gorgeous hazel eyes with long curled eyelashes and what looks like winged eyeliner. And full lips. She has a concerned expression on her face.

Its strange - I wouldn't think maids would be allowed to read in the grand library. But I'm certain that a girl didn't live here. I expected the way boy - who now would be a young man like myself. She looked concerned and her eerie voice asked me to not be scared. She said "who are you?" I replied rather shakily "Frank Iero ma'am". She chuckled and said to not call her ma'am. She instead said "call me Elizabeth or Lizzy. Lizzy Way sir". I was shocked to say the least! No one had ever mentioned that there was a girl in the family! "A-a-are y-you M-michael's cousin or something?' I shakily ask. "His sister actually" she replies. I'm sure my jaw dropped down to the ground. She laughed at me. "Haha. Don't look so stunned! The townsfolk never come and visit. What brings you here today?"

Then suddenly it clicks. I recognise her voice from that night on the hill. She couldn't be the girl could she?
"Well!?" She snapped rather impatiently at me. "Uh well um.. Ah... I don't really know to be honest. Errr... I guess to just see if anyone lives here?" It came out sounding like more of a question than a statement. She huffed and said "well I do" and gets back to her book. I glance at her is shock and ask "does Gerard not live here? Is he dead? What about Michael?"
She stalks over to me and whispers "Michael moved to London years ago..." "And your other brother?" I say as I point to the painting of a teenage boy with dark hair and all black clothes. Very informal clothes for a master I must say.
"He doesn't like to be seen" "okay I'm sorry - I gathered that" I apologise and then start leaving. She calls after me "you can come back another time" I huff and pretend to walk out the door. Instead I walk up the stairs.

Notes

Okay I'm sorry for the wait - I promise it won't be that long again! Also im sorry I lied. I said there would be frerard I this chapter. There will probably be some in the next one though!
Please comment telling me what you think!
Also, I changed Gee's character picture to one much more fitting of this story lol.
Comments make me write faster!

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p.s. Sorry for any mistakes! Again - I am rushing out so can't proofread.