Frank’s POV:
I’d didn’t expect to get caught so soon into it but then Gerard found out, but I could tell he’d have a hard time trusting me since I couldn’t even tell him what I was, because I didn’t even know what I was. We’d left the school and gone to Starbucks. “So you don’t remember anything?” he asked after I’d told him everything, well everything I could remember, “Yeah, I’ve tried to remember my past but I just can’t and I still have these moments when everything seems a little hazy” I replied. At first I thought he was gonna kill me in school, and I wasn’t gonna stop him a part of me actually wished he would kill me, but now he actually seemed to feel sorry for me. I wasn’t a vampire, werewolf or a ghost and I wasn’t sure about a zombie since I was able to think for myself again and was even stronger and faster than humans, what else was there? He offered to help me put the pieces together, told me that I could get away from my life with John and as much as I’d love to have done that something within me was telling me that things would only get worse if I tried to run. John only ever yelled at me but something told me he could be stronger than I was and do worse things than I did if I wasn’t careful. So what I done best was try to push him away, “Gerard I’m a monster, you know all the horrible things I’ve done, all I’m capable of doing. Why do you care? I could break your neck like a twig in split a second”, “Don’t try that crap with me” he said and smiled, “You’re just lost that’s all, and don’t call yourself a monster”.
“So this John guy?” Gerard asked, “Yeah I wouldn’t mess with him” I replied and laughed nervously, “he said he knows your dad which I only found out a few days ago is the only reason he sent me to school. But I only found out after I met Mikey, I swear I didn’t just start hanging out with him to hurt you guys”, Gerard seemed genuinely surprised, “What does my dad have to do with this?” he asked, I shrugged, like usual I had no idea why I was ever asked to do those things. Then things got tense, I was still amazed at how he stayed when anyone else would have run away screaming. But it felt good to actually talk to someone. He looked troubled and like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
“I um...” Gerard began, I noticed that he started shaking, “I think I was there the night you died” he said looking down. I shook my head, “You said you remember a blinding light and a scream?” he continued, I nodded, “well what if I told you that, I was in a car that night. So technically my mom –well me since I probably could have done something – killed you” he was full on trembling now and I could see tears forming in his eyes. “Gerard it couldn’t have been” I said but I was shaking too, did I really die like that? “It makes sense, you seemed uneasy in the car on Friday”, I guess it could have been possible I did get these moments when something seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it, but how could I have just stumbled out onto the road? Unless I was drunk but I didn’t know what I was like when I was alive so as much as I didn’t want to believe it, it seemed possible. “So let’s just say that is how I died, and there’s no reason for you to blame yourself, then why? Who in the right mind would just walk aimlessly around a main road at night?” I pondered, “What if you weren’t in the right mind?” Gerard said sadly, I was about to ask what he meant but then it hit me, but why could John keep that from he? It’s not like he cared. “Do you think that it was suicide?”
