Without warning the dark haired adolescent turned around and pinned Frank against the shelf "why are you following me?" the man growled.
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Frank struggled against him. "I-I wasn't following you!" he insisted, freaking the fuck out. Suddenly the man seemed to come to his senses and backed away from the Frank. His eyes widened, realizing what he had done. "fuck" he mumbled and ran out of the shop, leaving Frank shocked and panicked.
"what the fuck?" Frank mumbled to himself, talk about a mood swing. Frank didn't stay in the record shop for long and continued his walk around the seemingly ancient town.
. . .
Soon enough Frank ended up in an alley that he didn't recognize. There were no street signs or anything just a lonely street lamp that's glass was smashed in. The street itself was cobblestone. It was a pedestrian only street with sleek black poles preventing cars and other vehicles from entering it. It was so quiet and tranquil in an almost eerie way, it was impressive that it was only a short walk down from the bustling stores and streets.
Frank felt something tug gently at the hem of his hoodie. Once, twice, the third time Frank spun around, to face a small child, no older than six or seven. "Oh my god, you scared me!" Frank said to the little girl as he frowned. "What are you doing here, who's watching you?" he asked genuinely concerned for the small child.
Her face was pale and her lips faded, her cheeks were hollow, almost bruised. Her eyes were blue grey with rimmed with dark circles. She didn't reply, but instead took Frank's hoodie into her small dirty hands again. She shifted slightly, as if she was trying to get him to follow her.
"What do you want?" he asked, confused. The child's greyish-blue dress swung at her ankles and was worn in some parts. she tugged at his sad excuse for a coat again. "What?!" Frank demanded, annoyed and embarrassed at how scared he was.
"I know where they are, I'll show you." the little girl looked up at him with round doe eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Wh-what?" frank wanted to back away but was seemingly frozen.
"I'll show you where they are" she insisted tugging on his hoodie again.
"N-no!" frank turned to run away but ended up slamming into someone. He stumbled backwards clumsily and fell flat on his ass. "fuck" he mumbled.
"She won't hurt you, ya know." said a silvery voice, one that he almost recognized. Frank stood up. It was the same man from earlier, the same one that had basically assaulted him, the same one he had seen smoking as he leaned against an abandoned building. He was seemingly amused at frank's skittish behavior.
"You don't know that" Frank huffed, crossing his arms. He probably looked like an angry six year old.
"Oh, but I do. Mary couldn't hurt you, she is just a ghost after all" he pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he shrugged. "Ghosts are practically harmless, I mean sure they could scare the shit out of you but other than that... I mean think about it what is she gonna do hit you? Her hand would pass right through you"
"How do you know she's a ghost?" Frank demanded skeptically, "And how do you know her name?!"
"Please, I know lots of things, I have lots of secrets*"
Frank rolled his eyes "Whatever, But seriously, how do you know her name?"
"I asked her, when I was fourteen." He shrugged as if it was the simplest, most obvious thing. "And it's pretty fuckin' obvious that she's a ghost, I mean just look at her."Frank decided that this dark haired boy was right. Mary's dress was faded and ripped, and looked like something out of a history book. "I guess so... I-I'm Frank by the way"
"I'm Gerard Way, at your service sir" Gerard said with a smirk. "sorry about earlier by the way I can be a bit paranoid at times"
"Oh, yeah it's fine i kinda get it..." Frank shrugged it off, after all you never really know what's going on in someone's head. "So uhm, Mary, Who was she?"
Gerard shrugged "I think she was an orphan, There used to be a kind of boarding school for poor kids here, the headmaster was kind of a douche though and any time a kid died he would hide them in the cellar. No one caught on to him for a really long time, but Mary knew I guess... I think that's what she means when she tries to show you where they are. I tried to ask her about it before but she's not much for conversation..."
"I didn't think ghosts could talk" Frank interrupted.
"Some can, some can't, some won't. Some Ghosts haunt areas and some just need to say good bye, or get some closure. People don't understand that ghosts aren't usually evil, they're just lost souls who were once as human as you or me... "
Frank thought of Brendon, was he just saying good bye? Frank had been back to the fields many times, but he hadn't seen his best friend since he faded into the dark sea of corn.
"Why does Mary haunt this alley way? Why does she come back?" frank asked. The little child who had been tugging on Frank's hoodie was now wandering the length of the street looking around like a lost puppy.
"The usual reasons, She could have had a nasty death, possibly a disease or something traumatic... or maybe she needed to tell someone about the bodies but she never got the chance..." Frank only nodded. It was such a relief to have someone understand, to answer his questions, god he had so many questions. "They say that the headmaster went insane, he ended up killing all of the remaining kids and himself, I'm surprised at how few ghosts there are wandering this place"
"what do you mean?"
"There's only Mary here and that kid over there" Gerard gestured vaguely to a dripping gutter. "see?"
Frank shook his head "Uhm, No?"
"Oh, well I guess not all ghosts want to be seen... Don't take it personally though, Mary seems to like you an awful lot, I mean she did actually talk to you"
"Trust me, I'm not offended. But Uhm, I did want to thank you... I'm kind of new to the whole ghost thing... It's-- Uh it's only been a few months since I first saw a ghost. It-it was my Friend and uh I guess I didn't see him again after that, but I think I understand a little bit more than I did" Frank felt his throat tighten. He didn't know why he was telling this to a complete stranger. I mean yeah a mysterious and attractive stranger but he was telling this stranger things that he wouldn't even admit to his therapist.
"Hey, the world is filled with disatisfaction, unhappy spirits and souls that haunt the world. Maybe it's for the best that you never saw your friend again. Maybe all he needed was to say good bye. Now he can rest." Gerard said in a far off voice.
Frank lowered his head, tears threatening to spill. "I-I should go" he said, his voice wavering.
"Hey are you gonna be around tomorrow, there's something I want to show you..."
frank nodded, wiping his irrational tears away "y-yeah, here let me give you my number... " gerard pulled out his phone and opened the contacts app. "It's 732 750 1123" Gerard typed in the number and smiled.
Gerard typed in the number and smiled. "you're from Jersey, huh. Me too. I'll text ya later!" with that gerard walked off.
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Later that evening Frank sat alone in the rented apartment room. His mother had pestered him ruthlessly about how his day had gone but eventually she had to meet up with her historian friend and some colleagues. He sat on the bed and scrolled through Tumblr reblogging and liking the occasional post. After a while his phone buzzed, alerting him that he had recived a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number: hey, meet me same place as today tomorrow X0G
Frank rolled his eyes and added Gerard into his contacts.
F: k, sure what time
G: Dusk.
F: Dusk isn't a time Gerard...
G: meet me around 6ish
F: k.

Notes

THAT'S ALL FOLKS, I will be updating again sooner rather than later and guess what
IT'S
THE
LAST
WEEK
OF
SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO that means more updates and a less stressed JO. anywho lemme know what you pumpkins thought and please vote or just comment at all, let me know you read it and that would make me a very happy person XD later my lovelies.