Heaven's out of Reach (Frerard)

Frank~

Hey! It's Miranda here. I'm ready to update my part, and I hope it turns out alright. This will be the intro to Frank, building up the story line. Thanks for reading. Vote if you like it, and comment if something doesn't make sense.

       The world is an ugly place, and I've known this since I was little. You would think that all younger kids think about is dinosaurs, and eating glue. But not me. It only got worse as I got older. I questioned everybody and everything around me. Why are we alive? Who am I? Why am I suppose to be respectful, when I'm not respected? Middle school made it worse because I realized that others didn't feel the same way. They weren't disgusted by how others acted, how fake the world was.

       Most teenagers hate their parents. They say that their parents aren't around, that they don't care. But in my position, I get to see both sides. Do you know how many parents commit suicide after their children die? My mom was a mom, she was there. Even if she didn't understand she tried to help. If only my mom could take away my opinions. Because that's all they are right? Pointless views and opinions. No one cares what the boy in the corner thinks.

       On my 10th birthday I learned what suicide is. Suicide scares people. When I was ten, suicide was something you did when you were sad. I thought you had to be depressed to be suicidal. But that's not the truth. I have never been depressed. I just wanted to die. I wanted to leave the ugly world I lived in. I didn't feel sad because my daddy didn't love me, I just felt done, with the world and the people in it.

        My 14th birthday was the birthday I committed suicide. I woke up and had breakfast with my mom. I hugged her and said I was sick, then went to my room. Putting out the letter I had already written, I grabbed the anxiety pills my mom kept in the bathroom and downed the whole bottle. I laid on my bed and waited. I didn't cry, and I remember smiling as I drifted off.

       Hell is well, Hell. It was painful at first, and there was a lot of screaming. I laughed when I remembered all the crying for help. Did they really think that someone was going to run into the cell and comfort them? I actually liked Hell. What!?! Yeah, I know, I'm not suppose to like Hell. But it's honest. They don't even try to be fake. The pain and the decay is real and they don't try to hide it. So when I enjoyed Hell, they liked it. The council of Hell, or whatever you want to call it, needed a new king. The old guy was shriveled up, grey, lifeless. They loved the idea of a new king, and it was only a plus that he was younger.

       At the age of 15, I became the king of Hell. It was great. I manage the place, make sure that things run smoothly. You don't eat or drink after you die, so there was no need for people giving out gross food. But you do age in Hell, slowly. I don't know if it is the same in Heaven though. Heaven does not talk to Hell, at all. They do not check on us, they don't care at all. So I was free to do as I want. The council was the only reason I didn't go all crazy on the people in Hell, going around asking what they did and shit. They could disband me as king if things got out of hand.

       I have been in Hell for three human years, but time goes slow in Hell. I'm 17 years old, but who knows how old I am in Hell.

       I layed back into my throne as the memories faded. Everything was calm until I heard a scream that was different from the thousands I usually hear. This scream was strangled, but over all it was innocent.

Hi! Thanks for reading. I'll let Ariana know it's her turn to update, and hopefully it will be out soon. Vote if you enjoyed it and now that the story is introduced, the chapters will be longer! Thanks!