The next few days, Frank really wasn't there. Even Ray didn't see him. I couldn't help but to feel worried about his disappearance. I decided I would go down to his house after school and check on him... just to make sure he was alright.
"Ray, where is he?!" I asked as I closed my locker. I took a sneaky glance through the whole hallway in every direction. Maybe he was hiding really well. Ray looked at me and frowned.
"I said I didn't know." Ray said with a shrug.
"I'm getting worried." I mumbled.
"Why? He's just some weird kid with a crush on you." Ray said, he pulled his backpack back on his shoulder.
"He's not just some weird kid...his name is Frank. He's like missing too!" I said with a groan. "Listen, you drive Mikey and you home, hang out there. I'm gonna go check at Frank's house." I told him. I handed Ray the keys.
"Alright.." Ray said. "I guess I'll see you at your house in a bit." Ray told me, I nodded and he walked away. I stood there for a moment and thought about Frank. No way in hell was he just some weird kid. He was Frank, the boy who lives alone.
"What's got your face in a twist?" Carter asked. I groaned and looked at him. "What's wrong emo boy?" "Where's Frank?" I asked. Carter gave me a confused look and shrugged
"I dunno who the fuck Frank is. All I know is I'm here to kick your ass." Carter said. Before I could do something, he shoved me into the lockers and punched me hard, twice in the face. He shoved me one more time and laughed, spit at me and then he left.
I grunted and sat on the ground for a moment. What I really wanted to know was why the office or teachers never said anything to stop Carter. Sometimes they even watched. Did they really just hate me too?
I got up and left the school. It didn't take me long to walk to Cemetery Drive, maybe ten minutes. When I got there, I walked past my road, The End. I realized that Frank lived right beside the cemetery, I didn't know why I didn't catch that before.
I walked up the path to the front door and
knocked loudly, the door just opened weirdly. It was loud and creaky. I felt shivers shoot up my sides. "Frank?" I called through the house. Shasta walked into the room, lips drawn back. growling, fur upon his spine sticking straight up.
"Shhh, Shasta, it's me. Gerard." I said, I knelt down and held out a hand, the husky stepped forward hesitantly. He sniffed my hand and then rested his face in it. "Where's Frank?" I asked, I heard someone cough.
Shasta gave me a look with his brown and
blue eyes and then turned and ran up the stairs. I followed hesitantly. I heard growling. probably Satan. At the top of the stairs, Shasta nuzzled at the door beside the bathroom. Satan was in there.
I grabbed the door handle and turned, two
dogs started barking madly. I heard heavy fluttering. I opened the door, both dogs looked at me and stopped barking. Satan was standing on a bed, it was a small bed, he was standing over a sleeping form. It was dark. something white flew past me and I ducked.
Shasta walked in and went to stand beside Elric. The sleeping form coughed. I closed the door and turned on the light.
"Frank?" I asked. I looked around at the trashed room. There was a bit of blood on the floor, but specks. The white thing whizzed by again. It was a snowy white owl with red speckles in its feathers. "Holy shit." I squeaked as it began flapping towards me, its talons outstretched.
"Vendetta, quit." Said a hoarse voice. It was
Frank. He slowly sat up in bed and Satan laid down beside him. He looked like hell, sick and pale, clammy. The owl turned flight and landed on the head board of Frank's bed right beside him. I walked forward around the group of dogs and looked down at him.
