Safe?.... Never! (Re-edited for easier reading)

Just one week til Christmas, and Frank was sat in his dark living room, staring into space, and trying to remember the sound of Gerard's voice, and the colour of his eyes.

He hadn't bothered with decorations this year, what was the point? Christmas was for children, and happy people.. not depressed, verging on suicidal, shut-ins like him.

In his hands, clutched tight against his stomach, was one of Gerard's hoodies. It still smelled of him, a little bit, and Frank couldn't let it go.
Bob had suggested donating Gee's things to Good Will yesterday.. Frank lost it completely and punched the other man in the nose. He was pretty sure he heard something crack, and Bob left a minute later, a wad of tissues stuffed up his left nostril. He'd had that coming for a while now.. Frank was kinda proud of himself for not hitting him months ago.

Tears slid down Frank's hollow cheeks. He hadn't eaten properly for a long time now, and he had no intention of starting today.
Frank's hands shook, and his lips bled from being bitten constantly. Basically, he had given up.

Hours slipped by as Frank did nothing but sit, until, at 8:23pm, his cellphone rang on the table to his right.
Frank almost ignored the annoying noise, but it was so insistent, that he had to answer it, even though it was an unknown number.

"Hello?.."

He croaked. No answer.

".. If you're not gonna speak, I'm gonna hang up."

After a moment.

"Frank.."

He knew that voice. He'd had nightmares about that voice.

".. Go look outside."

Then Bert hung up.
Frank looked at the phone in his hand, incredulously, then over to the front door, then back again.. Was this a trick? Was Bert going to stab him again, the second he opened the door?
Only one way to find out, and truth be told, the thought of dying today was not an entirely unpleasant one.

Standing on slightly shaky legs, Frank walked slowly toward the door, with the hoodie and phone still gripped in white knuckled fingers.
Tiptoeing to peer out of the tiny peephole, Frank could see nothing but the dark, empty street. Oh well, he thought, guess I'll just have to open it.

Frank unlocked the chain and turned the door handle down, then hesitantly pulled the door open toward him.
Stepping out into the icy-cold night air, Frank's eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark, then...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. Hope you're well?

So, what's outside the door?

Please comment, and peace out!
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