He didn't die though.
What a fucking ordeal.
And to think I was feeling rather joyful almost, at the thought of taking him.
It was all Jamia's fault. That's what she's called anyways.
Frank Iero jumped off the bridge and quite triumphantly came Jamia to save his life.
She caught him.
Thinks she's quite the hero, I know by the way she's standing; she sure feels like so.
"What was that, woah. Are you okay?"
Frank glares at her and my internal cheerleading squad cheers.
"Hey, my name's Jamia. Come with me, I think you need some help."
Frank refused to speak. He simply neglected all form of verbal contact with the woman. He looked at the pink rosary, still in his palm, and back towards the gravestone.
"What's your name?"
Frank stared at the lovely grass and noticed how much he liked this lawn in particular. It had a nice shade of darkness smeared on it, covering the typical bright green that all the other lawns were.
"Come on, please talk to me. I promise I won't hurt you."
He wished to be buried deep down below that very spot. It was some nice grass.
Then the girl took initiative, and Frank, too tired to protest, let her.
A short drive later, Frank was laying on a couch in a stranger's house. He still refused to talk, and instead, he stared at the walls.
The place was cheerful to say the least. It had large windows, high ceilings, and pastel colors everywhere. What a fucking piece of shit.
"Here, drink some of this. It'll help you warm up a bit." Jamia walked into the room and handed Frank a cup of hot chamomile tea.
"Thank you." Frank decided to finally use his manners, but he still refused to look at her. He set the tea on the floor without a moment's hesitation.
Jamia frowned.
They sat in silence for quite the amount of time.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Jamia cautiously asked, after minutes of deciding what question to ask and which wording was best.
"You just did." Frank mumbled.
How rude. Maybe Frank and I can be friends. 10 points in favor of him.
Jamia ignored the response and went right ahead to ask another question.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Jump off the bridge."
"What bridge?"
Frank made sure to keep his words slurred and as short as possible.
"You know, the bridge you jumped off like forty minutes ago." You could hear a hint of annoyance in Jamia's voice by this point in the conversation.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Frank decided that now was a great time to grab his cup of tea and take a loud sip. "This is cold. And bland."
10 points for Gryffindor. I'm glad I risked rule-breaking for this kid. I'm getting quite the kick watching this.
Jamia ignored him and calmly got up from her seat and walked out.
I see a smirk begin to play on Frank's lips as Jamia exits. It disappears sooner than what it lasted.
"Maybe now she'll leave me the fuck alone...." He mumbled to himself.
But she didn't, of course, because she's living the fucking stereotype. The stereotype where women are stubborn as hell and annoying as hell. That's what the humans say anyways. It's not exactly accurate though.
"Bathroom's in the left hallway, second door to the left. Right before that is my room, which you're welcome to sleep in. " That definitely caught Frank's attention. He looked at her for the first time to notice pale skin, pale lips, and dark short hair. He seemed a little shocked by her appearance.
"Hey, uh, you alright? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jamia questioned.
"I-uh, sorry, it's just- it's- nothing." He buried his head in his hands and returned to his exciting task of avoiding Jamia.
"No, tell me what."
"You just- you- look- no, you, it's just-" Frank continued to choke over the words he meant to say and looked more troubled with each passing word he said.
"Mhm?"
"You- remind me of someone." Frank spit out the words as if they burned to say them.
"Me?"
"You." Frank glanced at her again and his eyes filled with sadness.
"I'll sleep here for tonight." Jamia dropped the subject and Frank noticed the blankets Jamia had in her arms.
Frank nodded at her and walked to the second door to the left in the left hallway.
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Attention Reader (FRERARD)
FanfictionShe dies. Soon afterwards I begin to feel. I understand. Flash forward a bit more and the story begins. It was him. He interested me. It has never happened before in however long I've been doing this.
