The little douche continues to stare at me, a heavy dose of awkwardness hangs in the air that smells slightly like my and Mr. Dickson's innards of which I puked up just mere seconds ago. Frank smiles hesitantly at me while I glare at him, in that moment I remember the little plastic baggie that still contains remnants of Mr. Dickson's brain lying in front of me and next to Frank's converses.

And just as luck may have it, he decides to look down. His smile fading and a look of curiosity contorts his face, I quickly reach forward attempting to grab the bag. But before I could, Frank bends down and snatches it up from the ground. My eyes widen as I try to think of something to say while he examines the bag's contents.

"Is this Mr. Dickson's brain?" Frank asks nonchalantly and begins to unzip the bag that held my secret.

"What the hell did you just say?" I stutter, the look on my face one of utter surprise. Who the fuck is this hobbit? He couldn't know, could he?

"Look, Gerard, I know what you are. I've been following you and others like you for weeks. You don't have to hide from me. I only want to help and besides it was easy following you, if you're going to steal dead dude's brains, at least do more discreetly, Sweet Cheeks." Frank giggles and picks a piece of Mr. Dickson's brain out of the bag and begins to sniff it.

My worlds that I've kept separate for so long are colliding right in front of my eyes because of one little dick. Anger and sadness fill my lungs, making it hard to exhale the shallow breaths I usually breathe. I am suffocating from within as I lie next to the atrocious toilet on the floor of the boy's bathroom. Perhaps I'm being melodramatic, but I think this situation calls for melodrama. I can hide my secret no longer, the hobbit knows all.

"Who the fuck are you?" I spit, anger taking hold of my words and actions. Frank smiles and throws the bag at me. I catch it with my new-found reflexes that I discovered exactly five seconds ago.

"Well we've already established that my name is Frank. And besides that I don't really know who I am, does anyone really know themselves?" He says and propels a small hand towards me, apparently wishing to help me up. I scoff and push his hand away and begin to stand up on my own. Damn this cryptic little Fruit Loop and his strangely intoxicating eyes that happen to be staring at me, watching my every move.

"Now Gerard will you let me help you?" He pleads, giving me puppy-dog eyes.

"You can't help me, no one can." I scoff but end the sentence with a tinge of sadness that I couldn't conceal. "Just leave me alone." I mumble and begin to walk away from him but before I could he grabs my arm and turns to face me.

"Stop this shit Gerard. I am going to help you whether you like it or not. Now you are going to come with me and I'm going to show you things you never knew about yourself, you've been presented with a curse Gerard, but I'm going to turn that curse into a gift. A gift that you can use to help others, " Frank pauses and lets go of my arm, " I know I sound super fucking ridiculous right now, but please just trust me."

He sighs and looks down at the floor. A thousand questions swirl through my mind at once. Questions I cannot answer unless I go with Frank. My whole life is changing in the blink of an eye, just like it did three months ago.

"Fine." I grumble and Frank looks back up at me, a smile spreading onto his face. "I'll go with you."

Notes

sorry if this chapter sucks major ass, I wrote it kinda quickly. It will get better...hopefully, I'm a terrible writer I know, but just bare with me. Anyway thank you random person on the internet who happens to be reading this. Love you :)