Live Through This ---Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter Six: Ghost of You

<AN>Soooo we forgot some major stuff in this chapter and added it in. Sorry!!</AN>

 

Frank POV

 “Gerard?” I reached out towards him, his image blurry and shimmery. Light rippled over him like he was a reflection rather than a person. He reached back, grasping desperately for my hand, but he just got farther away. Without another word, he dissipated into thin air, sinking into the atmosphere and becoming a part of it.

I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Tears soaked my face and pillow. I curled into a tight ball, squeezing my eyes shut and wishing everything away. Even the memory of Gerard. But, I couldn’t. It was still there. I had to do something. I rolled out of bed and didn’t bother to put any clean clothes on. I’d slept in my jeans and t-shirt, anyway. I rushed out the door, wanting to get things done, to get anything done. I hadn’t been able to do anything since Gerard died. It was like someone shot me in the chest a million times, but I was the only one that could see the bullet wound and the shrapnel that scarred the rest of me; I just wanted to rest all the time, and forget about it. But that wasn’t an option, something had to be done.

I walked down out of my apartment and down the cracked sidewalk, kicking rocks as I went. In only a matter of minutes, I reached my destination: the Pagan gift shop, Luna’s Gifts and Paraphernalia. The tiny building sat isolated on a strip of what was meant to be a strip mall, but had been hit by a tornado before the end of construction. No one but the owner of Luna’s Gifts and Paraphernalia wanted to rebuild there. It was said to be haunted by the ghosts of construction workers that had died on site from the tornado. Luna didn’t care though, she welcomed the spirits with a giant sign inviting them into her shoppe.  Another sign read “Luna’s” in giant swirly letters above the red shoppe door. Vines grew all over the short black building and curved around the door handle. As I pressed on the handle, a little bell dinged above my head. Strong scents of burning sage, incense and candles washed over me in intoxicating amounts. The entire inside of the shoppe was as red as the door. Ancient looking books sat on dusty shelves next to jars of incense. Trinkets and puppets laid around and hung from the ceiling eerily, some looking as if they were about to jump down and commit a murder. Statuette creatures of glass and marble lined every wall like protection gargoyles. The whole place gave me the chills.

“May I help you?” a woman’s voice trilled.

I jumped a little and turned around to see Luna standing behind me.  Her dark red hair was pulled back in a loose bun and tied with a bright blue bandana. She wore a wrinkled blue t-shirt and a long white skirt hung loosely from her hips down to her ankles.

“Oh uh.. hi.. I uh.. I’m looking for a uh ouija board..” I don’t know how I was expecting her to react. Maybe shocked? But she didn’t display any emotion at all. She just scurried around in tight little circles muttering to herself and singing under her breath. She looked all around and under everything, until she finally stopped under a round table covered by a blue velvet blanket. She lifted up the blanket to see underneath. “Aha!” she grinned and pulled out a huge wooden board with strange letters and markings covering the surface. She’d found exactly what I’d asked for, but I was still creeped out. Those things couldn’t work, but seeing it there in the rusty light of the shoppe made it seem way too real.

“Here we are” she sing-songed, carrying the board to the cash register. I took out my wallet and forked over twenty dollars.

“Keep the change.”

She grinned at me again and handed me my receipt. I nodded at her and picked up the board to carry it home. I examined it closely as I walked. It was made of light oak wood and had tiny scratches etched into the surface. I couldn’t help but hope it would work. I needed contact with Gerard. I needed it.