Secondhand Smoke

I had managed to stay away from Frank's journal for a few days. I was trying to stay focused on work and catch up on all of my bills, and I was doing good. I was scared that if I even picked up Frank's journal, I would get sucked back into only thinking about him.
i knew of course that that would be too good to be true. His birthday is tomorrow and I know I'll just end up spending it alone and depressed. It's Halloween and I would love to be able to enjoy it, but at this point that wasn't even an option. Lindsey invited me to her party and I was almost considering going. I want to, but I knew I couldn't. Tomorrow was his day and I couldn't spend it like that. Maybe I would just go visit him. I'm sure he would like that. I could sing to him like I used to, and maybe I'll leave him some candy.
I smiled to myself and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda, then plopped down on my couch and turned the tv on. Since it was the night before Halloween, only horror movies were on. I browsed through the channels and decided on Dracula.
I thought the movie would be a distraction, but just like everything else does, it brought me back to thinking about Frank. He would have loved to sit back with a bowl of popcorn and watch this with me.
I felt my stomach turn and I knew I needed to turn the movie off. I stood up off the couch and made my way up to my room. I undressed myself, then laid down in bed. I pulled Frank's pillow close to me and smiled. It smelled like him. I slowly close my eyes, and began to sob.
I cried until I slowly felt myself slip into sleep.

I woke up to the loud sounds of werewolves howling. I opened my eyes and rolled over, and peeked at the alarm clock. Frank had it set so that every Halloween, he would wake up to something that "put him in the spirit". I pressed my fingers on the button until the sound stopped, then sat up and looked at the picture of Frank on my bedside table.
"Happy birthday, darling. I love you."
"I love you too."
I jumped nearly a foot at the sound of his voice. I slowly turned and saw Frank sitting on the bed next to me. He had glass shards sticking out of his head and blood coming out of his mouth.
"F-Frank?"
He smiled and more blood spilled out.
"Gee, do you like my costume?" he sounded completely fine, but the blood on his head said otherwise.
"What are you supposed to be?" I whispered to him.
"I'm supposed to be dead, Gerard."

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry if it's a really shitty chapter, I am writing it on my phone. But I'll try to update tomorrow!
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