The Ghost of You

Frank's POV
I looked at the drunken man on the now broken table. What was wrong with him? Why would he hurt his own child? Gerard was such a beautiful boy.
He looked so scared and shocked when he saw that I threw his father through the living room. Well, he just saw him fly, what had to be even more scary. Gerard ran out of the house about 15 minutes ago. I decided to search for him. I found him leaning on a tree on the graveyard. I heard him sobbing. On the gravestone in front of him were two names engraved. 'Donna Way, 1952 – 2013”
and “Mikey Way, 1996-2011”. I figured that that was his family. And sadly, they were more family than his dad. But why did they die?
“Mum? Mikeyboy?” Gerard whispered, his voice was shaking.
“I missed you.. How are you two? I'm not okey, to be honest. Dad is really really terrible. I'm happy Mikes hadn't to deal with him. He drinks more everyday and I hope his lever will fail soon.. I can't do this any longer. School is hell and home is even worse. There's no where I could go without people hurting me.
I.. I think I lost my mind, Mum. I see things that are obviously not real and I hear voices. I am so scared...
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. You deserve a good boy. But that's not me... I'm a failure.. I couldn't even save you” His sobs became louder and it seemed like he could barely breath.
“I saw him beating you and I saw you laying in the ground, but I couldn't do anything. I saw you taking your last breath and all I could do was watching. I am such a failure.” He paused.
After a few seconds he confessed, “I just want to die. Death is the only thing that could end this misery. I'll follow you soon and then we can be happy together, like a family.” He cried and fell in silence.
I was crying as well I have never heard something like that. We sat there for about an hour. When he stood up he went through me and I could feel is pain and fear.
But this time I understand. This boy went through so much. His father who beat his mum to death was alcoholic and abusive. His little brother died years ago and he got bullied at school.
How much pain could his heart stand? How many times could it break until it'll shatter?
Not many more, I figured. I really had to save him. But his cuts got deeper, his nights longer, his screams louder and the brightness of his eyes faded day by day.
I followed him home and time went by.
Gerard struggled and his father yelled more and more. But he didn't tried to hurt him, until one night.
His father came into Gerard's room at 3 am. The boy was asleep, curled up like a puppy and I had my arm wrapped around him and sang “Crash” by You Me At Six. But suddenly his extremely drunk father poured whine over Gerard's head. I pulled away and Gerard flinched before waking up.
He looked around with sleepy eyes but when he saw his father he was wide awake.
“What do you want, Sir?”
“I want to punish you.” Was all the man babbled. He forced Gerard back on his back and held his arms above the his head.
“I want you to fucking suffer you little bitch. And now I will fuck you like a bitch like you deserves.”
Gerard's eyes widened and I almost felt his fear. I couldn't believe what his own fucking father was about to do. What kind of a monster to you have to be to rape your own son? I mean I knew I was a monster but him?!
His father had already teared Gerard’s shirt apart. And his son tried his best to defend his self but his father was stronger and every one of his fingers left bruises.
“Shut up and moving!! I want to fucking enjoy this, bet you are really tight, little motherfucker”
He tried to remove Gerard’s pants. That was the point I lost the control. Things started to fly around and the light began to flare. I screamed and I knew it was loud and high enough for them to hear.
Gerard was crying and trying to get free and his father looked shocked and like he was about to have a heart attack. I didn't care. I never was that angry my whole life. I let one of the flying around lamps hit his fathers head and he blacked out on top of Gerard.
Gerard's look was full of panic, fear and pain. I let the things fall to the floor and turned the light on, I was still invisible but I had to tell Gerard something.
I spotted some paint on the desk and drew something on the wall.
'Please, run away!' The paint was red and it started to run down. It looked like blood and I really wished it was Gerard's Father's.

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