Before The Sun Goes Down

Frank's POV
I had gotten several books out of the library about mythical creatures, and the look the librarian gave me was a cross between amusement and being worried about something. I think it was probably the fact that I walked in here shaking, my face as white as a sheet, and I haven't looked up from the reading I've been doing for the past four hours.
I couldn't carry all fifteen books, so I left seven on the table I was at and went to put the rest in my car. When I came back out with the other seven, I looked out of the window, and I saw two people by my car. A book dropped out of my hands, landing on the floor with a soft thud, the librarian that was stood less than ten meters away from me didn't even hear it, but the two that were stood by my car did. Their heads snapped right round, almost at an inhumane speed, freaking me out even more. We stared at each other for a minute, and I could see my aghast expression in the window, and then they looked at each other and started whispering to each other.
I took my time going out, worried they might mug me, or even suck my blood. Reading the books had really freaked me out, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get some sleep before I had to drive back to college. I need all the sleep I can get at the minute, it's my only respite from the dark and twisted thoughts I keep having.
As I walked over, my windows were rolling back up, seemingly of their own accord. The woman had auburn colored hair, and the man has light brown hair, a maroon colored t-shirt, and blue jeans on. As I got closer, something about him strongly reminded me about Gerard. The little smile, the cheek bones, and the eyes. His eyes were almost the same color, but at the same time, they were also completely different.
"What were you doing?" They just smile at my words, and as I look at the woman my paranoia and slight anger calms down.
"We thought we saw somebody snooping around, so we came and had a look." The woman speaks, her voice oozing calmness and serenity. I smile at her, unable to stop myself.
"Okay. Well, thank you, I guess... If I could just put these in the back..." I trail off, raising my eyebrows, they both quickly move out of the way, and I unlock the car, shoving the books with the others.
"You new around here?" The man speaks, his shoulders hunched. I shake my head, stepping closer to the both of them.
"No, I moved here, like, two years ago. I've been away for almost a year at college. I had to get out, I have quite a lot of bad memories here..." I trail off, thinking of Gerard again, and my hand automatically reaches into my pocket, gripping the last letter he gave me. I carry it with me always, even it's presence manages to make me feel better, after all, it is a piece of Gerard.
"Oh.. If you don't mind me asking, why were you in the library so late?" I'm hesitant in answering, so I make up a lie. "Uh.. No reason.. I'm just.. interested in.. things like that..?" I look down as I speak, and I'm sure it's obvious I'm lying through my teeth. I look up, catching the woman's eye. She stares at me, and I suddenly feel the need to tell them the truth. "Really, Frank?" How does she know my name? I haven't told them it, so they shouldn't know it. My eyebrows crease in confusion, and she pales even more than she is. "How the hell do you know my name?" She looks at the man, wide-eyed. He stares back at her scornfully, chastising her silently. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to think of something to say about it. "Uh... Maude here has, um, physic abilities. She often forgets to tell people before she freaks them out, don't you?" He elbows her making her giggle and nod, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've got it off my mother, who got it off her mother, blah, blah, blah. I did it to him, as well.." She juts her thumb at the man, smiling. Her smile puts me at ease, and my shoulders relax. "It's fine... What's your name?" I point my question at the man, smiling still. He's silent for a minute, seeming to be thrown out by my question. "Uh... My name My name's.. uh.. Gerald?" I frown, sensing the lie. I nod anyway, the atmosphere going awkward for a second. "Why were you really looking at the books? I can tell who's lying, too." Maude smiles at me, my hesitation to answer disappearing. "Okay, so, you might think I'm crazy, but.." I shake my head, blushing slightly. "I don't know, it was just a gut feeling about somebody that I visited today.." Maude nods, sending a side-wards glance to 'Gerald'. "Who were you visiting?"
"My husband.. Why?" She just shrugs and shakes her head, smiling. "Where?" She looks me dead in the eyes, and I get the overwhelming urge to spill everything. "How about I tell you in my car? It's cold out here..." They look at each other and smile at me, nodding. I smile back, a little uneasy. I get in, Maude getting in the passenger seat and Gerald in the back.
They look around, probably at the pictures I've got in there. I've only just printed them out, there aren't many, but they're of me and Gerard. The photographs are in little piles everywhere, and Gerard picks one up, confusion lining his face. Maude raises her eyebrows at them, glancing at Gerald. "Okay, Frank... You still want to tell us?" I nod my head, gulping some air in. "I'm nineteen, in college. I wasn't going to go originally, neither was Gerard. He was my husband, but he.. passed away. I had to leave here, so I decided to take his advice and start to live my life. He told me to be happy, smile, date other people, and carry on. I'm still working on the smiling and the dating, but I'm getting there, I guess..." I chuckle awkwardly, knowing it was either forced laughter or tears. I'm not 'getting there' at all. Maude smiles sympathetically at me, Gerald just stares at me with his mouth wide open. "I came back, it's been a year and I hadn't been to his grave since the funeral. When I got there, I noticed some.. changes. I rang Donna, Gerard's mom, and she said nothing had happened to it, so I got irrational and ended up here, researching about shit that isn't even real.." Gerald has his eyes closed now, his fingers massaging his temples. Maude isn't looking at me, she's looking at her hands, playing with her fingers. "What sort of changes? Have you seen anything, anyone.. like them?" She gestures to the pictures on the front covers of the books uneasily. I shake my head, and she visibly relaxes. She nods, the easy smile back on her face. "Okay.. Well, we're sorry to of intruded like this, we'll get going.." She starts to climb out, but Gerald doesn't even open his eyes.
I tap his shoulder, making him flinch. When he opes his eyes, his pupils are dilated like he's just took a shit ton of cocaine. I cringe back, and he frowns. "Your friend's going..? Hadn't you better go with her?" He looks up, nodding, but he stays in his seat, staring at me. "It was nice meeting you, Frankie.." The nickname slips out of his mouth so easily, and it sounds so familiar. I visibly lean back, my eyes widening. "What did you just call me?" My voice shakes, but the smile stays on his face. "I called you Frank... Are you okay?" I nod, closing my eyes and swallowing. I can feel something in my head, like another person or something, and it's giving me a headache. "Hadn't you better get going?" I sound like I'm struggling to talk, and he gets out, stopping before he closes the door. "Goodbye, Frankie.."
The door slams, leaving me in the car, alone, like usual. I swear to God he called me Frankie. He even said it when he said goodbye.
It isn't even the word, it's how he said it. His voice is completely different to what Gerard's used to sound like, but the way he said sounded so familiar, so completely the same it gave me goosebumps.
I look out the window, looking for them, but they're no where to be seen. It would have taken them longer than half a minute to get out of the parking lot, even if they ran.
Suddenly I don't even care about the lack of sleep, the family dinner tomorrow, or the fact I still have a day left before I have to go back to college. I just need to get away from here, right now.
I start the ignition, planning on getting back to college before noon tomorrow.
I drive out of the parking lot, I drive away from this horrible place, and I drive away from the two strange people that have given me the worst migraine of my life.

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