Whisper ::FRERARD::

Whisper

The first time I saw Frank was tragic to say the least. I was mowing the yard at my moms house, seeing as she was too old to do it anymore. When he ran past, tears streaming his cheeks and blood dripping off his lips. A group of guys followed behind him and I debated going to help but I'm weak and cowardly so I wouldn't be any help.

The second time I saw him was when my little brother, Mikey, begged me to take him to the music store so he could pick up a new amp because his had broken the week before. Frank was sitting on one of the counters talking to a girl who worked there. She didn't seem to care he was on the counter and I noticed he had a black eye as well. Mikey dragged me off in the other direction of the store just as Frank turned to look at me.

I saw him in various places around town after that but I never had the courage to talk to him or ask him about those days. He would pass me and not say a word or even notice my existence.

Then Mikey died.

He was just walking home from his boyfriends house when a drunk kid hit him on the pavement. I'm crushed. I didn't leave my house for a week and when my mother called to tell me the wake would be today I got dressed and took some pills for my mind-splitting headache.

I got dressed in something, not paying attention to it as long as it was black. I ran a hand through my hair and left, leaving the lights on and the door unlocked.

The cemetery only held a bunch of my family and Ray, Mikey boyfriend. Everybody was sobbing or had a blank expression. I was one of the latter. I didn't make a speech as my mother requested but Ray did as well as my cousin.

Most of everybody had departed by now but I wanted to be with his new grave.

Every other week I went to the cemetery but this time instead of going on Saturdays after work I went on a Friday when I had off. I was halfway to Mikey's grave when I saw a hunched over figure beside it. I watched the person for a while until they stood and mumbled a few words, holding themselves while absentmindedly clawing at their arms.

"Mikey you were the only person w-who cared about me I d-don't know w-what to do without y-you"

He stuttered between every sob and he flung his head back, looking at the sky. He let out a shriek so high pitched I blocked my ears and slunk back. When it was over he squeezed his eyes shut and ran off, shoving me out of the way. I noticed stitches on the back of his neck and a bruise on his cheek.

After my visit to Mikey that week I waited but came back only two days later because I had to know who that boy is even is he wouldn't reply to me. I wasn't prepared for what I saw, though.

Right next to Mikey's grave was a tree, hanging from it was Frank Iero. I didn't know his name at the time but I found out quick. There was a note placed directly over Mikey's grave, the dirt still being somewhat fresh and not having grass grow yet.

I picked it up with shaking fingers as the boys body swayed back and forth. I know I shouldn't read it, seeing as it was directed to someone not a stranger but nobody had found him until now.

"I miss Mikey. He accepted me and took care of me. I want his brother to know I'm sorry for making Mikey deal with all my problems. I left for a couple reasons but the bruises and the scars my dad gave me no way compared to losing my best friend. I'm not sorry. xøFrnk"

I looked at the note in horror. I grabbed his wrist, checking his pulse but there was nothing. I called 9-1-1 and they rushed to the scene, leaving me ten minutes with his body. These were inflicted from his dad? The bastard. He knew about me? Why didn't Mikey tell me about him? Why was this affecting me as well I didn't know the guy!

I hesitantly grabbed his hand in mine and I could've sworn he squeezed back but he didn't.'of course he didn't he's just a corpse!-no he was a teenage boy with a sad fairy tale ending, never getting the chance to meet his prince and save the day.

When the police arrived I was long gone, the note folded neatly in my hand. I watched the news that night and this morning until they announced who he was and what school he went to. I learned a lot about Frank Iero and I figured out why Mikey was friends with him- he was a broken soul. Nobody knows about his parents abuse or the reason why, his parents seemed happier if anything, greedily accepting the insurance cash.

I went to his wake. I was the only one there. He didn't have a priest to officially bless him just a man who loved the word of God. I had to help bury the body and I told them to take the plot my mom had got for me next to Mikey. Frank and Mikey buried next to each other so I could talk to them both.

I visited twice a week, every week until I caught a flu. I went once a week, having to leave early because of chest pains. One day I couldn't get out of bed. After three weeks of not showing up to the cemetery I was brought back one more time, this one was in a casket.

I got a flu. I died. I met Frank. It was normal again. But then you realize death in a never ending circle and one day after I had died I had to bury Frank or vice versa. It never ends.