Eternity Is An Unbearable Thought

Frank finally made it to the point of orchestra class, a place where no technical "learning" went on, it was more of a time to sit next to an instrument and pretend to know what the hell you're doing. Frank himself had no idea how to even hold a violin, much less play one. The school was more focused on funding the football team, not the losers that want to play music.

Honestly, the only reason the arts program wasn't sufficiently funded was because the vampires didn't care about art, and Frank knew that. Needless to say, it pissed him off (a lot of stuff does, he's just an angry teenager).

Frank simply observed as students attempted to play their instruments, the teacher just sat at the front of the classroom in an uncomfortable looking stool, probably wondering what he had done to deserve a dead end job and a fat wife.

The whole classroom was really just one big train wreck. Some kids smoking in a corner over there, a Dom and Fertile making out over there, and some vampires teasing a kid with comically large glasses right there. Frank always thought it was funny, how vampires still felt the need to beat humans up when it was already obvious they had an advantage. Really, they have fangs for the love of god, if that doesn't scream "dangerous" then what the hell does?

Frank scoffed just thinking about the sheer stupidity.

"What's so funny?" Frank glanced at the boy who had spoken up, he was extremely tall (everyone is to Frank), he was kind of thin, with straight, brown hair sticking awkwardly in and out of his glasses. But that wasn't what stopped Frank, he had the same dead eyes as the black haired boy from earlier.

Frank was very carefully choosing his words, wanting to avoid getting his throat ripped out. "I was thinking about teenage insecurities, and how even when people are obviously the superior, they still feel the need to beat the shit out of the weaker."

Glasses laughed, genuinely laughed, before saying, "You're an amusing little human, aren't you."

At that comment, Frank was reminded of his earlier idea of mass genocide (of course he wasn't actually going to go through with it, he's angry not sadistic), but still, how dare someone refer to him as an amusing little human, it wasn't his job to make people laugh.

"It wasn't a joke." Frank was getting rather fed up.

"No, of course it wasn't," Glasses said with an amused smile, "I was just surprised to find that you're a strong-willed human, you don't see that often."

Before Frank could launch into a full force lecture on how people could be strong willed if vampires would just fuck off, the bell rang, Glasses disappearing at an inhuman speed. Frank just sat and watched as the kids filed out.

He was too busy wondering why not just one, but two vampires put up with his bullshit. He shrugged it off and pulled on his bag.

In the hallway Frank was shoved against lockers, pushed onto his face, and called "emo fag", a nickname he did not appreciate. Finally, Frank made it out of the school gates and was on his way home. He strongly felt that his school was the literal incarnation of Hell, and was just happy to be out.

All the way home, Frank couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, he kept searching for the culprit, but always found he was seemingly alone. He knew it seemed stupid, but fuck it he was being watched in a world full of vampires, so he ran as fast as he could (which wasn't very fast considering he had only had one meal a day since his mom died).

When he made it home, he slammed and locked the door, breathing deeply. Frank studied the house and couldn't help but wonder why nobody had come and tried to evict him when the rent had stopped coming. Maybe the house was so shitty no one cared. Whatever it was, he was grateful for the shelter.

Frank threw his shit on the floor and sprinted to his room to practice guitar, one of the only things that remained constant in his life.

Notes

Last chapter written by my awesome new co-author. This chapter was written on a shitty phone in the frozen foods section of wal-mart, so I apologize for any typos.

Chapter title comes from "Lateralus" by Tool.

xxLee