The shaking of my room caused by the knock on the door not only jumped me out of my skin but it also told me that it was time for breakfast. I walked out of my room. Alone. It felt so strange to wander down the corridor without Frank by my side, I felt lost, isolated, empty even. I wandered into the huge dining room, collecting my breakfast and sitting at our usual table.

I twiddled my spoon between my fingers, trying to swallow a mouth full of cereal but it just seemed to get stuck in my throat and make me gag. I didn't know what to do without Frank, I had no one to talk to, no one to share my feelings with, no one at all. He had been the one person who I trusted and the one person who was always there, unlike my family. I mean it wasn't Mikeys fault that mum and dad had banned him from seeing me and deep down I know that he still cares but he was never here. I wished so much that I could have talked to him at that very moment but he was probably far away snuggled up in his perfect little bed with friends and parents that never left him and actually cared for him.
Dad had always told me that Frank had only been in my life for a short while when I apparently started to develop some sort of psychosis, though to me it seems like I've known Frank for the majority of my life. I don't know, it gets confusing I suppose.

The void to my side seemed to grow as time passed, I began shaking as a cold sensation swept up around me and consumed me in its harshness. The cold seemed to bite and claw at my neck as the freezing cold swept across the room, though nobody else seemed to notice. A smell travelled to the side of this, a...a burning smell. I glanced nervously around me, half expecting to see a huge burn mark on my arm with Liam stood above me with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. But his shadow was nowhere, I found him at the other side of the room. My eyes made contact with his for a second before I glanced away awkwardly but the smell still remained: Clinging and infecting everything that it came into contact with.

A scream erupted around the room.

"Frank?!" I cried, recognising his voice immediately. The screams continued, the screeching and the pain in the voice caused me to stand up, my bowl and food crashing to the floor.
"Gerard..." The voice was soft now, full of pain as it drifted along the air. It seemed as though the voice contained the last breaths of the human that it belonged to.
"Frank?!" I cried as I fell to the floor clutching my ears as my eyes darted around the room as I begged to be able to see him. "Frank where are you?!"
"I'm dying gee...." He whispered now.
"Frank?! What the fuck do I do? How can I help?!"
"Believe you can get better...don't let it win...." His voice echoes around my head.
"Frank?!" I screamed now, falling to my knees and resting my head on the floor as I beat my fists violently against the floor.

What was he saying? Where was he? How could I help him? Why was no one else helping me to save him? Were they simply going to sit there and listen to him slowly die?!

His body appeared on the floor in front of me. Frank. It was Frank. His body was piled in a huge mess on the floor with limbs shuddering gently. His hair covered the entirety of his face that lay pressed against the white clinical floor and his eyes were staring and dull. The light from them had almost disappeared and I clawed at the floor in anger. His chest rose and fell gently. Too gently. Not often enough! He was barely breathing...barely even living.
And then I saw Creature stood over him as it prepared to pounce down on Frank. The half eaten flesh face, the skeletal hands, the ribs in all directions. Darkness cloaked around its grey dim light as it took a needle and thread from a hidden fold somewhere in its mass of darkness. It knelt down to Frank and held his face in its bony and creaking hands before stabbing the needle deep through Franks bottom lip. I screamed as it did so, diving towards Frank and throwing myself between the two. I was shoved away and cast onto the floor with blood dripping from my arms as I lay shuddering. I could only watch as the thick course thread was passed through the gouging hole next to Franks lips and then out of the other side. It continued, stitch after stitch until Franks mouth was completely stitched up messily. I heard him mumble. He was trying to tell me something.

"Frank?!!!" I screamed now as I ran back towards him and cast myself to his side.
"Frank!! Don't leave! Don't leave me too!!!" His body shuddered as I leant my head on his chest and hugged him tightly. I didn't care for the creature that stood above with its half eaten face. If Frank was going to die then I would die with him.
He looked up to my face and stroked the edges of it before letting his hand drop back towards the floor. He flooded the skin on his hand with his own blood before shakily drawing letters on the floor.

ESCAPE

He looked at me. Those eyes.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered. Darkness covered over my vision as Frank slipped away, the pain in my arm increasing until my body fell limp.

Notes

I really need to stop hurting Gee! Why do I do this? I don't know, I'm sorry. I hope this was okay, this story will have a little happiness in it eventually. I'm drinking tea while writing this, I like tea.
Thank you for your support, I'm not sure if there will be an update tomorrow because I have a friend! Yay! But there will definitely be an update on Thursday. :) thank you so much for reading and your comments. :)
-Lou