Waiting By The Phone!!

Funeral Derangements

"Sometimes... Dead is better."

Chapter 3

It's been a few days since Dakota died. Frederick hasn't heard from that Ghostface caller in a while, it was becoming scary and left Frederick constantly on his toes. 

He jumps at every slight movement and sound and goes straight into a panic attack whenever he's reminded of the incident. 

He sat there on his couch, in dress pants, his converses, black button up, and tie. It was Dakota's funeral, he was hesitant about going but he needed to say his final goodbyes even if he didn't want to say goodbye forever. 

He sighed before getting up, he walked over to the front door and closed it behind him. He made it over to his car, sat in it for a moment and then started the engine.

Frederick opened the doors of the funeral home, and walked down the hallway reading the signs of the names of people who had fallen victim to the hands of death. He made it to one sign "Dakota Berry" It was written in cursive, the sign had flowers and balloons surrounding it. 

He walked in the room, there were a few people there: Gage, The band, and some family members.

The casket sat far across from Frederick, he slowly walked over towards it he could feel himself slowly break within each step he took. Once he made it to her he broke down into tears, He gazed upon her pale lifeless body, she wore a button up, and her eyes were held shut by the plastic caps. 

He couldn't hold himself any longer and fell to his knees with his hands hanging onto the casket

"I'll see you on the other side, But I'll kill to bring you back tonight." Frederick softly said to himself referencing one of his favorite songs

He felt a large hand touch his shoulder making him look up. "Son..." It was the priest "I know it's hard but... sometimes... dead is better.." Frederick's heart sank a bit, he knew it was true but he absolutely hated the fact that it was. 

"Y-Ya I know.." Frederick sniffled. "Don't give up son, she wouldn't want to see you up there early now." The priest gave a warm smile, Frederick wasn't a christian but he believed that there was something out there, not god or Jesus, but something. Just the thought of Jesus and all of that confused him and he could never wrap his head around it.

"Okay.." he pulled himself up and took one last look at her body, he turned around and noticed that everyone was there. He took a seat next to Gage.

"We're all here today to mourn the loss of Dakota Berry, who wasn't only just a friend but family to others."

He pulled out and set his bible down on the podium

Frederick's mind was full of grief, it weighed heavy on him and he knew he wouldn't be strong enough to get over this. The priest flipped through the pages, and placed his aged shaky hand on the edge of the podium. 

Frederick started to cry once again, he felt Gage's hand gently pat his back. He looked up, so many thoughts were filling up his mind... he couldn't do it anymore. 

He got up and walked down the alley with everyone shooting glances at him, he pushed the doors open and made his way down to the bathrooms. Frederick walked over to the sinks and turned on the faucet.

Before he could even put his hands under the water, he felt himself grow sick. He ran over to a random open stall and proceeded to throw up. His mind showed constant flashes of the photo that contained his split open friend. He threw up more.

"Are you alright in there man?" A random voice called out

"Y-Ya.. just not feeling well.." Frederick weakly shouted

He got up and flushed the mess away, and turned around. A taller man with black hair was standing by a sink looking at Frederick through the mirror. Frederick rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. 

"Nice tattoos man." The guy said drying his hands off, Frederick looked down at his tattoo sleeves as he washed his hands "Oh um... ya thanks!"

Frederick wasn't really a fan of small talk 

"Anyways gotta head back, it's my mom's funeral." 

"Aw man I'm so sorry." Frederick empathized with the man. "It's alright she's safe now, but um bye!" He walked out of the restroom "Bye." Frederick said, watching the door close.  

Rain droplets began to fall one at a time slowly going faster and more aggressive, then it started to lash out on the windows. Frederick was laid down in the middle of his bed, tired and sad.

PING!

Frederick didn't even bother to look at his phone, he didn't feel like talking to anyone today. He was debating whether he should come to work tomorrow, he was too tired to do anything he didn't even feel like eating. He couldn't bring himself to shower or to clean himself, do any laundry, or even draw ideas for new tattoos.

PING!

"Please leave me alone..." Frederick whispered

Now his phone was ringing. He groaned, letting just ring until it stopped. And that's what he did, after a minute of ringing it stopped... right before starting again. He let it ring again "I'm not hooommmeee..." He turned over with his face in his pillow. It stopped, he sighed in relief.

THUD!

Frederick shot up, the noise sounded like it came from the living room. Without thinking he got up and left his room, slowly walking over to wherever the noise came from in the living room. 

His sketchbook sat open on the floor with pages scattered all over the floor, he stepped closer to the pages and his heart stopped. 

The sketches of Dakota's tattoo were covered in a substance.. blood? There were aggressively drawn "X's" over the dragon's eyes. 

He knew this was Ghostface's childish little mind games. The mask in the photo, the calls, it all just matched up pretty quickly. Faintly he heard the taunting sound of his phone ringing, he stomped over to his room and swung the door open. He was furious, he grabbed his phone and saw that it was the Unknown Caller again, he answered it.

"I'M FUCKING DONE WITH TH-"

"Don't you ever fucking ignore me like that YOU GOT THAT?"

Suddenly Frederick didn't feel that all big and bad anymore, he felt small and weak and very close to shedding tears.

He was about to hang up

"AND DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT HANGING UP ON ME."

He whimpered and sniffled from the yelling, his thumb hovering above the hang up icon. Tears landing onto the phone screen.

He didn't want to say anything but he knew that if he didn't he'll be risking his life, he also knew if he said "yes sir" he would sound like this mf owns him. 

But he knew.... he doesn't.