Halloween crept up quickly and Frank was more than excited, more so since today he finally turns eighteen. Frank felt helpless and trapped through his whole year of being seventeen, he was always so close to being legal.. And now he finally was. Already he booked a tattoo appointment for today about two weeks ago, it was at noon but Frank was up hours before.

The house was surprisingly quiet, and Frank found it strange. Neither of his parents had work today and they would've been up by now since they never slept in.

"Mom?" Frank called, turning to the kitchen. On the counter he found an uncarved pumpkin. Without much self control, Frank walked himself towards it. Assuming that it was his he pulled it closer to the edge but almost dropped it when he heard a scream.

"Surprise!"

It wasn't just a surprise. It was three God damn people jumping up from behind the counter wearing plastic animal masks. For being five dollars they did a great job of freaking the hell out of Frank.

"Jesus fu- wow." Frank cried out, catching his own breath.

"How's it feeling being eighteen?"

Frank shrugged, "good, I got an appointment at two."

A figure removed a mask, revealing a blonde figure, "I'm still taking you there, right?"

Frank nodded, carrying on with his morning, well afternoon technically. He twisted his waist and opened a drawer and pulled out a knife.

"Frank, honey. Could you do this outside? I don't want a mess in here." His mother warned.

Frank shrugged, moving upstairs to actually put clothes on instead of walking around in his boxers and the shirt he'd worn yesterday.

He closed his door as he threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. He checked his phone and found a message.

(237)489-0102:
Hey it's Gerard, when are we meeting up?

Frank send a lazy response.

New message:
Uh, the park on Latin, I'll be there at around 7 or 8

Frank threw his phone in his pocket and walked downstairs.

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His neck was sore when he left the building, the pain was moderate but Frank ignored it and was ecstatic that he finally had his first tattoo.

It was later than Frank expected and he got home at around five thirty. Right away he jumped in the shower and didn't bother to clean his room since he'd just hang out with Gerard in his garage.

Kids were already starting to come to the door and Frank almost fell when he tried pulling his pants up, he was the only one home so he had the answer the door and for that he really needed pants on.

His brown hair was wet and stuck to his face when he opened the door. There were about three kids come up to his door at a time. He smiled to each one, complimenting their costumes as he handed out candy. On the outside he looked content and happy but inside he was irritated and just wanted to finish getting ready.

It was no use to run back and forth from the bathroom to the door, so Frank threw a hat over his still wet hair and sat outside to hand out candy for another hour before a car pulled in his driveway.

His mom had finally come home, she smiled and greeted Frank but he pushed the bowl of candy in her arms.

"Hi. Mom I gotta go. I'll be back in like half an hour." He rushed. Frank waved back to his mom as he marched down the driveway. His phone told him he still had ten minutes before Gerard would even be at the park.

It got dark fast and the street lights and Jack o Lanterns lit the sidewalks for Frank. He passed countless costumes, a few which he couldn't help but compliment.

Frank supposed the fastest way to get to the park would be to cut through the woods and he was already starting to become late. It was extremely dark as he walked farther in, having to use his phone as a light. Frank wasn't afraid of the dark or anything so he still walked at a regular pace.

A noise made him stop in his tracks, confused he started shining his phone against the ground. For a while he didn't see anything until he turned all the way around, it was a dark shadow that was around ten feet away from him. The figure stood on four legs and sniffed the ground. Being the idiot Frank was, he knelt down and called the dog over.

Frank tapped his hand on the ground to attract it, his ears perked up to Frank's tapping noise. The dog looked a Frank for a moment before slowly prowling over.

"Come here." Frank smiled, motioning his hand towards him.

The dog didn't move any faster and as it got closer Frank began to notice how big he actually was. He didn't show fear towards Frank and finally trotted the rest of the way.

"Hi beautiful." Frank cooed, reaching his hand out. The dog looked more wolf life up close but rubbed his head against Frank's hand and his tail slowly started moving.

"Oh you're a good boy, aren't you?" Frank smiled, rubbing his hands against his side. Frank tried getting a look to see if the dog had an owner but a tag wasn't found. The dog didn't reject and kept his head forward while Frank checked his neck out.

Yellow eyes just stared at Frank calmly before nudging his heads towards Frank again, Frank smiled and put his hand out, but reeled back as a shot of pain pierced his arm. After the dog bit Frank he began growling. The pain was stronger than Frank expected and fell backwards. He heard a bark before the sounds of leaves crunching followed.

In pain, Frank laid on the ground holding his arm. Blood already started to bleed out and Frank could feel the warm liquid slipping between his fingers.

Frank cursed before standing back to his feet, already getting light headed.
"Fuck." He cursed, looking at his arm before walking out of the woods.

Notes

Hi, update today. I Have really bad writers block, sorry if my writings bad. I'm trying to help make my skills better. If this is moving to fast just tell me, any way this story could be better you can just tell me. I'd really appreciate it.

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