Graveyard

The local graveyard.

That's where Frank Iero works, every day is the same. Today he was digging out the weeds around the gravestones.

He enjoyed looking at the gravestones, well kind of.

The little ones that were surrounded with toys and the dates on them were only like five years apart just broke his heart.

Every time he thought that there was a little child's body rotting away 6 feet underneath him made his skin crawl.

"FRANK!" Another employee shouted.

His name was Dominic.

He had black hair, his two ears were stretched, he had a lip, nose and septum piercing. He was also covered head to foot in tatoos.

Frank guessed that was the reason why he worked in a graveyard, he couldn't get any other job. That's kinda why Frank had that job too.

"What is it, Dominic?" He asked, dropping his dirty gardening gloves on the ground next to him.

"Can you handle the shift for tonight on your own? My wife's really close to her due date and I don't want to leave her on her own. I should probably be with her now but I didn't want to take a whole day off work."

"Yeah sure, I don't mind working here at night anyway." He smiled and put his gloves back on and started pulling more weeds out.

He moved onto the next grave, he looked at the gravestone.

It read 'In loving memory of Gerard Arthur Way. 1977 - 2001. A much loved father, husband and brother. Will be missed dearly. Rest In Peace.'

Frank didn't think anything other than 'Oh, another life taken away way too soon'.

He pulled all of the long and nasty weeds out from the ground that was surrounding Gerard's grave.

He continued to do that with lots of other graves until his shift ended, which was at 4:30pm.

"Finally, I can go home," Frank said to himself as he got into his car.

The skin that was showing due to the rips in the knees of his black jeans were black with dirt from kneeling on the ground.

His hands were the same, despite wearing gloves, and they smelled like a nasty old garden that hadn't had any attention in about ten years.

He needed a shower and food.

He got to his front door and took his muddy boots off before chucking them in the hall.

The rest of his clothes left his body as he made his way to the upstairs bathroom, he left a long trail of dirty clothes down the stairs.

His shower was relaxing, the warm water and soap washed off the horrible dirty smell that was clinging to his skin and hair.

He had four hours until his night shift at 9:00pm, so he eat something and slept.

* * *

8:45pm, Frank's alarm clock went off and he dragged himself out of bed, got dressed and fixed his hair and drove back to the graveyard.

He thought the graveyard looked beautiful at night, the black gates were hardly visible in the night sky. He still managed to unlock them though.

You couldn't see the little black ravens perched at the top of the tall trees but you could hear their loud screeching.

That was the only noise you could hear, well, that's except from the whistling of the cold wind that made Frank's long black hair blow about like crazy.