The Angel In My Attic

*Gee’s P.O.V.*

I was really enjoying being able to talk and interact with Frank. After so long of just watching everything happen it was great to be part of something. My only problem was that since he could see me, I realized I looked like something the cat dragged in. I couldn’t take a shower for obvious reasons, so my hair was everywhere. Also my clothes, oh god, they were so ratty. If I was dead wouldn’t I have better clothes?

Anyway Frank and I had become, I guess best friends. When he was home we’d talk about the comic books he’d read, sometimes he’d read them to me. I felt like a two year old being read to, but it was Frank, and I was comfortable with him. Plus, when he read to me he had this really excited face on and the cutest smile. I also loved to listen to him play his guitar. He would be so focused on it he’d forget I was listening to him. We spent a lot of time together, he seemed to never go to school and when he did, he’d come home bloody, bruised and in tears. I made sure he didn’t hurt himself when he would come home like this. I wish I could have hugged him, or cleaned him up but, all I could do was tell him it would be okay and that I was always going to be here for him. I knew it was killing him not being able to touch me because it killed me not to touch him.

“You’re like an angel Gee. You’re always here for me when I need you. You protect me. Thank you Gee.” Frank said one night when he was falling asleep.

“You’re welcome Frankie, I love caring for you, you’re my best friend, my only friend.” I wish I could have said more but I didn’t.

“You’re my only friend to Gee. I love you.” And with that Frank was fast asleep. I must have heard him wrong he can’t love me? Maybe he was being sarcastic. Hearing those words though made me both happy and sad. I really did like Frank. I don’t know if I loved him but, I could say everyday I was falling more and more in love with him. It made him happy to hear that he had already fallen for me. Though that made me smile my heart felt like it was going to break. Frank and I could never be together he was alive and aging, and I was stuck in this house forever. I must be dead. I wanted to believe that I didn’t hear those words but I couldn’t deny it. I realized I was crying. Could ghost cry? Weird. I watched Frankie sleep debating what to do, what to say when he woke up but, when he woke up all I could say was “hey.”

“You been sitting there all night or something?” Frank said sleepily with an amused smile on his face. Gosh he was cute when he woke up, and every other time of the day.

“What, oh uh no?” Stupid. He’s going to think I was a creeper or something.

“You’re funny. You want to watch a movie or something?” He said not even stunned by my creeperness. I nodded and followed him downstairs. I went and settled on the couch, well more like floated, while he got something to eat. He settled down next to me and started to munch on the cereal he had got.

“Don’t you put milk in your cereal?” I said looking at his cereal. I don’t know why I said that but I did anyway.

“Eww, it makes it all soggy. You’re weird.” He said scrunching his nose up at me.

“Oh Frank you’ve never looked better! That face is soooo attractive!” I said, teasing him.

“Yours isn’t much better Gee.”

“I would have to disagree, mines pretty perfect actually!”

He snorted. “Whatever you’re still weird! I mean milk in cereal! Gross!”

I laughed at him he was so cute! We continued watching the movie without teasing each other but, through the whole thing I could see Frank glancing at me. I felt as if my heart was going to explode, why couldn’t I be alive?

Notes

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