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He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

Frank's Story

Frank dug through his belongings in his closet, searching for a particular item. He paused when he finally noticed the old shoe box he'd been searching for. He grabbed it and opened it find several razors. He picked up one in his hands and tucked in his lips before shoving it back in the box. He covered the box with several of his old clothes before slamming the closet door shut in frustration.

"Iero! Get your ass down here!" His mother's voice hollered from down stairs.

"Coming, mama!" Frank yelled before adjusting his hair and walking out the door. He stopped briefly when he noticed his mother standing at the end of the staircase. She looked pissed. Frank swallowed before continuing walking down the stairs, "Yes, ma-"

His words were cut short when she grabbed him by the hair and forced his head to turn at the white clothes stained with drops of blood, "What the fuck is this?" She asked.

Frank had thought back to when he was forced to go to church in that same white collared shirt. He cut himself before the pain was too much and accidently got drops of blood on his sleeve. Frank stammered, "I .. I .." But he couldn't finish his words.

His mother tossed him to the side, "You're such a fucking moron. Speak properly. Isn't that why we send you to school?" She shook her head, "Wait till your father sees this. He's going to be so mad at you when you get back from school."

Frank's lips quivered before he made his way back up the stairs. He shut the door behind him after he entered his room, "I can't keep living this way," He cried as he grabbed his backpack. He looked at his closet where the box of razors rested. He knew he couldn't slit his wrists .. even sliding the razor across his wrist hurt.

At school, Frank's grades were mostly failing. It's not that he didn't like going to school or hated the classes-it's just he didn't like the stress at school. To what's going on at his house, he didn't want anymore worries added onto that.

"Hey! Baby!"

Frank stopped and formed a smile when his boyfriend wrapped his arm around his neck, "Holy shit, you look great today-I mean, you look as any other day but damn."

Frank rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure. I barely even tried."

Frank's boyfriend, Tyler grinned, "Like you even need to try." Frank chuckled. He loved Tyler. Tyler was sweet, funny, and everything Frank could ask for. Tyler was captain of the cross country team, had average grades, bright brown eyes, and dark black hair. He was nice to everyone but most homophobes at his school hated him for obvious reasons-homophobes and gays don't get along with one another. Tyler tries to get along, but always get lashed at. Tyler paused, "Hey, wanna come over tonight?"

"I don't think I can. My dad is going to pissed at me."

"So you're grounded?" Tyler asked, staring at his boyfriend.

This could be it. Frank could be open with Tyler and spill that he's being abused at his house .. but he couldn't. Why would he drag his boyfriend into his problems? Frank felt so lost. He nodded, not looking at Tyler, "Yeah .. I'm grounded most likely."

Tyler frowned, "Well, shit. I was hoping we can hang out. It's been a while, you know?"

Frank nodded, "I know, I'm sorry."

Tyler grabbed Frank's hand, "It's okay. Maybe sometime next week."

Frank forced a smile, "Yeah, that sounds .. perfect."

Little did Tyler know, Frank was planning his suicide soon this week. Before Tyler could walk away, Frank grabbed his hand, "Wait, I'll come over."

"But you just said-"

"Yeah, well, what's my dad gonna do? Beat me ..? " Frank forced a laugh.

Tyler smiled, "Alright, if you say so."

Frank knew this was the most stupidest thing he's ever done. He didn't go back to his house or tell his mom or dad that he went over to his boyfriend's house. But honestly, Frank thought they wouldn't care if he turned up missing. Frank just wanted to spend one more night with Tyler .. just one more.

Tyler grabbed Frank's butt, "Your ass is so cute."

"No, no, no-you're bottom tonight."

"Says who?"

"Says you when you promised me." Frank grinned as he reeled his jeans down, "Now, suck me off, slave."

"No one says that anymore," Tyler laughed, "Just say 'give me a blowjob'," He leaned down in front of Frank's erected penis. Frank replied, " 'Suck me off' sounds better though."

Tyler didn't reply. He kept his eyes on Frank's penis. He slowly entered it into his mouth, savoring the taste. His tongue whirled around the tip, sending Frank into a spiral. Frank let out an erotic moan, "Fuck, that's amazing." Just before Frank could shove his cock deeper into Tyler's mouth, Tyler removed it from his mouth, "Don't you dare go rough on me," Tyler laughed.

"But rough is pretty great."

"Not when it feels like rape." Tyler rolled his eyes before sucking on Frank's balls.

Frank let out another moan, "Fucking lord-let me fuck you already."

Tyler chuckled, "Alright, get over here then."

Frank didn't hesitate to spit on Tyler's ass and his own penis. He lubricated them both before sticking the tip in, sending Tyler into lustful position. Frank smiled as he slammed his cock in, hearing the soft moans of his boyfriend. Frank was lost in a trance of sex, but there was something that was bothering him. Maybe it was his upcoming death, leaving his boyfriend behind .. or maybe it's because he's not dead right now.

Frank didn't have any purpose in life. He felt like he was failing everything. His mind wasn't sane, his body was fucked up by burn marks and hickeys, his house which is supposed to be his home was a prison cell, and the skeletons in his closet keeps growing. He was too afraid to admit to anyone his faults. So as he shoes shuffled against the pavement of the bridge, he finally felt a purpose-a duty. To end it all. Because if death wasn't an option, there was .. no other way out