Dear Frank. .

Chapter one: Letters.

"How've you been Frank? Good? I know you're depressed. Life gets better Frank, I swear. I do care about you. Know that you're always loved."
- Anonymous

"Hey Frank. I'm just checking in on you. I know you're depressed. I know you're suicidal. Trust me you're cared about Frank. I do truly care about you! Have a nice day, Frank."
- Anonymous

"Dear Frank,

    I wish I could meet you. But I'm scared of what you'd think of me darling. I see you suffering. I see how depressed you are. Again! Live, live for me Frank. One day I'll rescue you from the hell you're stuck in. Have a nice day Frank."
- Anonymous

Letter after fucking letter. This is ridiculous! I'm really fucking creeped out. How does this person know I'm depressed in suicidal? And, why do they waste their time worrying about my mental health? I remember I self harmed myself, and the next day I got a letter telling me not to hurt myself! It's creepy. I have a stalker. My mind trailed, do they watch me as I'm changing and showering? Shivers where sent down my spine.
Let's hope not, they'd be disappointed anyway. Are you confused? Yeah, don't worry I am too. But I'll tell you a little about myself.
My name is Frank Anthony Iero. I live in Belleville, New Jersey. I guess you should know this, I live with mentally abusive parents. They don't harm me, they're just fucking horrible. They constantly fight, and call me horrible names. It just sucks. It really triggers my depression. Speaking of mental disorders, my parents where kind enough to take me to a doctors for diagnosis. They thought I was insane and should be put on medication. Well, I'm diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and a bipolar disorder. I'm not special for having these things, but they really impact me. They stop me from being social, ever being happy, and I have horrible paranoia. So it doesn't fucking help I have a damn stalker! I'm 17 by the way, if you're wondering. I mean I'm constantly bullied, fuck those people. I don't really care. I have one friend at least. His name is Mikey. He's pretty cool, I hang out with him a lot. That's a little about me I guess!
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I sit in my room. Laying on my bed. I hear my parents fighting. I feel numb. I begin to think. Who has sent me those letters?

(A/N: I don't know where to post any notes so I'll post one righhht here. So hey guys! Um this is my first story, I've never written romance so sorry if it sucks. If you guys like it, just tell me and I'll write more! -Max)