Cemetery’s, are absolutely scary, but that doesn’t stop me from hanging out at one. They are so peaceful and quiet, unless it’s Halloween and there are some drunk kids in here, disturbing the dead. I too might be disturbing the dead, but at least I am not doing it by yelling and making out with someone with a hand up my skirt or pants against a tombstone.

I always tend to hide when someone walks into the cemetery. I don’t want to be seen by random people thinking ‘fuck there’s a goth kid’ or ‘oh he has necrophilia’ It’s quite annoying, but that’s just humanity. No one really ever sees me in the cemetery anyways. I hang out in the mausoleum/church building. It’s secluded.

The beauty of the mausoleum is quite pretty. The walls are made of a white/gray marble and the wooden floor with a torn red rug, gives it a touch of warmth to the coldness of the walls. I have to say the person who designed the mausoleum had a creative mind and taste, but I wouldn’t say that for the seats.

They are black and don’t really go too well with the flooring, then again I have a weird taste in things myself, so it wasn’t much of a problem to my eyes. It wasn’t a problem for my butt either. Despite the fact the mausoleum/church was made around 1700, and it being shut down around 1820 they were still standing and were comfortable.

I normally sit there a bit and read, while I smoked or if I didn’t have a book or a pack of cigarettes on I would walk over to the organ and ghost play it. The organ still works from the last time I heard it. Let’s see it was a drunk couple I believe were hurting the beauty of the organ, so I am careful to not touch it. The seat on the hand wasn’t touched, since one of them kicked it away.

I sound like I witnessed it. I didn’t. I saw a couple walk out of the cemetery when I was on my way to the cemetery myself. The dudes hair was ruined so I knew they fucked, when I got to the mausoleum it was clear what happened. The chair to the organ was off the stage and on the floor and organ was self-explained.

I took my time to head to a near gas station to buy some wipes and a bag to dispose of their dirty deed. I had a little bonfire of their disrespect behind the mausoleum. There wasn’t much behind it, besides a gate to exit or enter that way. I walked a bit to a river that was about a mile away and did a bonfire there. Can’t say it didn’t go wrong. There fire got out of control I had to kick it in the river.

Call me weird or whatever for getting rid of their cum and under wear, yes they left their under wears, this way, but they had no respect to the cemetery and the beauty of it. I didn’t want to stay at the river any longer, only cause someone called the cops on me and I had to hit and run.

I made it back to the cemetery after losing the cops, which gets called on me quite a lot. People must think I am tomb raider. Well I am not. I have respect for the dead. By the time I got back to the cemetery there were a group of kids. What I found weird was that they weren’t hooking up with someone. They had a bat a were waiting for someone.

I stood behind the gate and looked at them. I never seen these guys in my life before, I’m sure they aren’t a good deal. One had long black greasy hair and was carrying a knife. The other were as greasy and held another type of weapon. Beating someone to death in a cemetery is fucked up. Beating someone to death in general is fucked up.

The guys were getting impatient and getting angrier by the second. I feel bad for the guy they are waiting for. I can tell they were a bit drunk. They were wobbling a bit and had a few cans on the floor. I would call the police on them, but I have my own record with the police and I don’t liar and mental on the record.

“Where the hell if you boyfriend!” One of the greasy men said.
Boyfriend? That’s hella fucked up that you will do this to someone you love. Even if they cheated on you or some shit teenage girls will make a big deal about.

“He comes by here every night around midnight, so he shouldn’t be too long.” The man with really long hair said.

“Hey, Bert there he is!” The greasy man with blond hair said.

The one I believe is Bert turned around and saw a man with also long black hair, but his was a bit above his shoulders. He looked terrified to see the group of greasy men. He probably has a history with them and is terrified about it.

“Hi baby.” The one I believe is Bert said.

“W-What a-a-are y-y-y-y-you g-going to do t-to me?” The man stuttered.

“We are going to teach a lesson for not loving me.” Bert said.

The man he was talking to went pale, more pale then he looked. I want to step in and do something, but I will wait to see what this jerk will do.

“Bob grab him!” Bert yelled.

The other man tried to run away, but this Bob fellow was faster than him and grabbed him.
“Let go of me!” He cried out.

Bob carried him and threw him at Bert. From the loud yell from the man I believe he fell on the knife in his hand. The boys tossed him around hitting him with their weapons. That triggered me and I ran up to them.

“Hey, leave him alone!” I yelled, getting their attention.

“This is personal business! You have no right to be here!” Bert yelled.

I ignored his request to leave. I instead charged after him, kicking the knife out of his hand and catching it. I stabbed his shoulder and scared the other boys and they ran off. Bert pulled out the knife and dropped it, before running off after his group.

I smiled to myself a bit happy that I scared them. They were hurting someone innocent, because he wouldn’t love Bert. I turned around and saw the man crying and looking scared of me. I stuck my hand out for him to grab to stand up, but he was too afraid and crawled away.

“I am sorry if I scared you by stabbing that man.” I frowned, genuinely sorry.

I walked to him and once again crawled away. I must have scared the shit out of him from what I did. I don’t blame him. I would be scared of someone too if I saw them stab someone.

“Don’t be afraid of me. I am not violent. I know from what I just did I can’t defend that statement, but I wouldn’t intentionally hurt someone for my own amusement.”

He looked up at me and wiped away his tears. He sniffed and stuck his hand out for me to help him up. Or at least to pull me down to the ground with him. I was confused why he did that, but then he hugged me so I no longer wasn’t.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“I stick up for people.”

He smiled and pulled up. I got up and I helped him up. He was wobbling a bit because one hit the back of his leg, so I held onto him.

“Let’s get you to my place. They got you pretty beaten.” He nodded and got u, slightly limping.

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“Alright that should be the last cut.” I said cleaning his nose.

I threw away the stuff I used to clean the blood and put the rest of the medicine in my cabinet in the bathroom.

“Thank you again.” He whispered.

I smiled politely before I walked out of the bathroom.

“Wait!” He called out.

I turned around and raised my brow at him, nodding for him to carry on.

“Yes?”

“Can I please stay the night? They are going to be at my home waiting for me.”

“S-Sure. You can sleep on my bed while I crash on the couch.”

He smiled wide which was a bit horrifying cause his top lip was busted. I led him to my room and let him crash on my bed. He was quite happy when he fell down on it. He seemed like he didn’t have much comfort in his life.

“I-I’m Gerard by the way.” He said shyly.

“Frank.”

“Thanks for being nice Frank, but may I ask why you were there?”

“Nice isn’t something I am normally called, and I could say the same for you.”

“I-I like to go to the cemetery. I-It’s peaceful and quiet, minus on Halloween when there are many hookups.” I couldn’t help, but to chuckle at that.

“That’s why I was there. Cemeteries are beautiful.”

“I often go to draw in the mausoleum.”

“I go there to read and smoke.”

“Fellow smoker I see.” He giggled a bit.

“Yeah. Now head off to bed you seem pretty tired.” He nodded and went under the covers.

I turned off the lights and walked out, making my way to the couch to sleep on. What a night.

Notes

The summary took a twist from what I intended for it to be but I am liking it. I am trying steer clear from this turning out like Hitman's Case, I dont want a repeat of that nasty story; and sorry for Vacant heart not being updated. I am not satisfied with the ending, but then again I hate endings and I prolonged the story so much I wanted to finish it in chapter 25, but I hate endings so I added more chapters :( Anyways sorry for ranting!

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