3rd Person POV

Frank shook, weak in his bed. It had been a week sense he got defiled by one of best friends.
He was filled with shame to the brim, but that wasn't the exact problem.
Frank is sick.

"You're ice cold." Frank's mom said, as she put a hot rag on her son's forehead.

He couldn't respond, he couldn't speak at all.
The thoughts in his mind where becoming blurry as well.

All Frank could think about was his own death.
His sweet release.
He looked up at his ceiling and smiled, he'd be in heaven at least. With dad.

But without thinking, he gurgled up what ever was in his throat and involuntarily told his mother "I..I.. I'm hu..-hungry.."

She nodded and rushed down stairs. The room felt empty, although he was infact there by himself. He felt as if no one was there at all.

Without force, the blinds drew closed and door slammed itself shut. The candles went out as well.

"Frank?!" his mother called from upstairs. He didn't reply, in fact he just sat there, distant from reality.

The door locked.

"Hello, dear Frank." An unknown deep voice came booming. A part of him hoped that Gerard was there. But Gerard didn't sound anything

"What's going on?" Frank whispered.

"Your second life." The man laughed, the whole room shook.

"FRANK!" his mother cried, banging on the door. "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! FRANKIE!!"

Frank closed his eyes again, hoping it'd all been a dream.

The man started to laugh again "Fear is what makes a man mortal, you are not a regular man anymore, Frank Iero."

"M-m..mercy.."

Notes

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