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cemetery drive - ferard

Gerard's POV

This night
Walk the dead...

Whenever I feel down I always find myself going to the same place. I've, in fact, gone to that same place since the 4th grade. One of the main changes though, is I lately haven't been alone. Usually I ignore grave site visitors, 'cause they're usually only in there for a short bit of time. But it's hard to ignore someone when they're there every. Single. Time.

This other boy started showing up at the cemetery when I was around the age 15. It wasnt just his presence that caught my eyes, it was his features as well. He had black hair, much like my own, but his was styled in a fringe like style. His pale skin was etched with black lines of tattoos. That was odd for a 15 year old, in my opinion. For awhile, I thought he was just a figment of my imagination. I would have believed it too, people were always telling me I was 'crazy'.
That was proved wrong though when I saw him being yelled at by someone, a man.

In solitary style and crash the cemetery gates...

The other boy came back again the next day though, just like clockwork. I noticed he was angry this time, recklessly throwing the gate door open. I figured this should be the time I spoke to him. We quickly developed a bond. We didnt say much about our personal lives at first, but did in time. It's funny cause that feels so long ago.
From then on we just expected each other to be at that cemetery every day. Sometimes we would sit in silence, others I would draw and the boy, Frank, would watch. Then there was the days where Frank would cry, or the other way around. We would just sit there, holding each other, like it was us against the world.

In the dress your husband hates...

As time passed I noticed changes in Frank. He became more distant, and I knew I needed to figure out why. We were close, but he still hid things. This came to an end when my curiosity took over about who the mystery man in the car that picked him up was. I asked Frank and he gave in. He showed me the bruises that ran along his body. I asked if it was his parents. No. His siblings. No. His... boyfriend? That one was the surprise answer. Frank broke down then. I knew he had home troubles, but I never knew he would be so desperate to get out he'd go with an abusive prick. I asked why he didnt just leave. He said he cant, his boyfriend is apparently in a gang. His boyfriend is a very dangerous man. I pondered. It made sense, the tattoos, the occasional weed smoked, the fact that he lived in the bad side of town. He also told me of some of the stuff that man, and others too, have done to him. When Frank had finished telling me, I wanted to single handedly strangle every one of those revolting people that were hurting Frank, my best friend. Frank began crying again, I did aswell. Those people did things I could never imagine, no wonder Frank was such a mess and so closed off. I knew then I needed to help him.

Lay down
Mark the grave

I secretly knew I started developing feelings for Frank. I would probably never tell him though, I wouldnt do that to him. He was already hurt enough. Frank still told me everything that happened with that evil man though, and he still showed up. We walked around, pointing out which headstones were our favorites. I made a joke that if I ever married him I would wanna be buried with him here. He seemed to take that into consideration, he agreed. Frank led me to his favorite headstone, a large marble weeping angel. He said he would want that one. I nodded, I agreed. I noticed something dripping down mychin. I wiped a trickle of blood that came out of my dry lip, eyeing the headstone, then marking that specific headstone. Weird right? I told him that way we would know which one. He smiled. I really like Frank. I really think I might be falling for him, in a freaking cemetery. An odd place to fall in love, that is a cemetery.

Where the searchlights find us drinking by the
Moseleum door

This night we planned on meeting later, Frank had told me that he couldnt come at our usual time. I agreed willingly, I would do anything for him. When he showed up, his eyes were red and puffy, he though I couldnt tell in the dark of the night, but i could. The pale moonlight reflected off of his tears, aswell as the bottle of liquor he held in his shaking hands. I frowned upon this, he only shook his head, sitting next to our headstone. He popped the top of, taking a swig, I drank from it next, the liquid burning my throat. I felt myself relax and could feel Frank relaxing next to me aswell. He also pulled what could only be weed, out of his pocket. In any other scenario I would've said no, but it was Frank, I would never say no. He lit the blunt he had rolled, took a drag, then handed it over to me. I felt my self relax almost immediately. I watched as the smoke swirled in artistic clouds, the moonlight casting a eerie glow on it. I let my gaze rest on Frank, meeting his eyes. He smiled at me. Unfortunately, our peacefulness didnt last too long. Headlights flooded through the cemetery, casting long shadows off of the headstones. Frank and I felt like deer in headlight. I wouldnt have been too worried if we didnt have the liqour or weed. The police around here didnt mind too much about teens being in here after visiting hours. But in the case we were in then, we were screwed. The officer could obviously tell what we were doing, cause him and another one kept out of their car and started calling at us. Frank and I took that as a que to leave. Frank grasped the liquor and I threw the blunt to the ground, then we ran. We ran so fast, when we met the gate we climbed over, me supporting Frank's short self. By the time we had reached the main street, we had lost the officers. We were breathing heavily by then, once we cought our breath, we laughed. Frank looked up at me, the stars of the sky above reflecting into his pupils. He was stunning. I couldnt stop myself. I bent down and brought my lips to his, he didnt push away like I expected though. His breath hitched for a second, before he began to kiss back. Sadly, the moment was gone too soon. Frank pulled apart, face blushing, his mouth cracked into a smile. He hugged me, then made his way home. Then there was me, standing in the middle of the street, expecting him to maybe turn around and go home with me, but this isnt a cheesy romance movie, so that didn't happen.

And they found you on the bathroom floor

I found myself more excited then usual for our meeting this particular day. After the events of the kiss I was almost overjoyed to see Frank again, and maybe kiss again. Honestly, this boy was like my drug. I waited, impatient that he wasnt showing up at the normal time. Frank is never late. I decided to look around, the cemetery is pretty large, maybe he met at the marble headstone? I took in the scenery around me, the orange and red leaves, the cracked stone headstones. It was beautiful in it's own way, much like people. I was broken from my thought when my eyes rested upon the sight in front of me. My whole body froze, I felt like my heart stopped. I think I would've stopped breathing if I hadnt heard the noise of sirens in the distance. Laying on the ground next to our headstone was the boy I loved. His body being surrounded by a pool of blood that trickled out of an undefined place on his head. The blood seeping into the ground around him and somewhat splattered across the weeping angel. The Angel's pose matched the mood. I broke down. I screamed, then I kneeled down next to his limp body, my hands hovering over him, shaking. Then I cried. I couldnt stop. The one person I ever looked forward to seeing, gone.

I miss you
I miss you so far

I thought about joining Frank very often, but I decided against it. I knew he wouldnt want that. I knew he would want me to fight just as hard as him, to push through all the pain. Every step through hurt though. There wasnt one second of any day where my mind didnt come back to the black haired boy. With how tragic his death was, the only good to come out of it was that it wasnt a suicide. I wouldnt have been able to live if I knew I didn't help him out of that. The culprits who murdered you were arrested, turns out the two men were the fellas Frank lived with. I would've given them the death penalty if I could. If only I would've ran away with Frank. If only...

And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

Now I still come to that cemetery every day, even at age 28. I have family now, but I still consider Frank my first true love. I know I will never feel the same with anyone else as I did with him. I sit in the graveyard, with the same bottle from that night, my back leaned against the weeping angel. This time its ours though. I got our headstone Frank, the one you wanted. I feel a drop of blood once more drip out of my dry lip, I take it, and wipe it on our headstone. I love you Frank, always will.