Immortals (Frerard)

Two

Pete and I rush to the window and look down, finding the branch on the ground. The branch was one of those big ones that can hold up a five year old but what caused it to fall down? The wind definitely can't push down a big branch to where it falls, can it?

"What the hell just happened and how did that branch fall?" Pete asked, more to himself than myself.

"I don't know but let's go down to check," I end up saying into thin air.

I grab his arm and walk all the way across his huge ass room, down the hallway, down the long ass flight of stairs, through the fancy kitchen, into the living room and we took a sharp right to the door. We exit the mansion like house (Pete's family is fucking rich) into the cold air of the October night. My birthday is in October. Halloween, to be exact.

As Pete and I rush to the scene, we see the branch. We walk over to inspect it and a little sphere of white next to the scene catches my eye.

I grab the sphere and open it, seeing as it was a crumpled bit of paper.

The paper reads:

Hey, Frankie. My number is 555-555-5555

If you have any questions, text or call me.

xoxoG

I decide to pull out my phone (which is an iPhone 4S, for your information) and call the number. It took two rings before they picked up.

"Hey. I'm assuming this is Frank?" The voice comes across.

"Who the hell are you, how do you know my name, and what the hell just happened?" I yelled into the phone.

"First of all, chill out. Second, this is Gerard, the guy you met earlier. I know your name for certain reasons so chill the fuck out. And the branch thing? Oh that was for safety reasons. You won't understand. Not yet, anyways," Gerard said all too calmly.

"Get the fuck back here. Pete and I need explanations."

"Pete doesn't need anything. It's you that needs answers for everything that has ever happened to you in your life."

"Whatever. Just get the fuck over here and explain to the both of us. You have five minutes." I then hang up an sigh. "We will get an explanation in hopefully under five minutes."

What the fuck does he mean by 'my life'? My life is normal. I have had bullies but I eventually made them coward away, I was never hurt, and I was free from self harm. I never had self harmed before because, well, it always feels like someone is watching me.

Of course no one is watching me because I am a lame loser.

The other abnormal feeling I get is craving, though. It happens once a month (and to those who think I am on a period, I am in fact, male) and whenever I do get these cravings, my vision tints colors. Last month's color was red.

My craving hasn't started this month, though. But what do I crave? I don't know. It feels as if my tongue craves.. Iron.

I haven't told anybody about these cravings, though. They would look at me weirdly.

But Gerard isn't a part of this. He can't make me have cravings. He can't make me feel watched. He can't make me feel protected.