Trigger warning: Murder. 

Gerard's POV

I was always a shy and awkward kid. I never got into fights or made anyone not like me for any reason. Well, other than being me. 

nobody liked me at school and I only had one friend named Ray, but, I guess that didn't count because he was my brother's boyfriend.  I know he doesn't like me, but he's just too nice to say so. 

I dumped all of my things off my back and flopped face-first on my bed. I know why people don't like me. 

It's because I live in a haunted house. 

Everywhere at school, I'm called 'ghost boy' and constantly made fun of, all because a kid killed his entire family, then committed suicide in this house. 

I know the kid. 

His name is Frank and he lives here. Frank is the nicest boy I've ever met, although he wasn't too happy to see me and my family when we first got here. 

'Enough about that for now' I thought as brought out all my homework. These teachers really hate us. I started doing it when I felt a cold chill go down my spine. 

He was here

"Hi, Gee..." Frank said, in a small and sad voice. I waved to him, not really wanting to communicate right now. 

That's how it had been for the past two months. 

he'll be fine.

Frank started to float around me in a very bored state. "gee, can you talk to me?" He asked. 

"can't you see that I have more important things to do?!" I asked, starting to get very annoyed with him. 

Don't get me wrong, I love him. But sometimes I just need space. 

Frank nodded and disappeared. 

finally

When I finished doing all my homework, I laid down in my bed and fell into a deep sleep. 

When I woke up, the house was silent and it was dark. That's strange, my mom would usually be cooking, and my brother would usually be complaining around this time.

I got up out of my bed and walked downstairs to see where everyone was. I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked into the living room.

I almost vomited at the sight.

My entire family laid on the floor in a pool of their own blood. 

My mother with her throat slit

My father with a knife in his chest

and my sweet baby brother with a gunshot wound to the head

I screamed in horror and ran to my dead family. Tears poured down my face as I realized who did this was standing right behind me. 

"Why did you ignore me, Gerard?" Frank asked. "you weren't the only one having a shitty day. I just needed someone to talk to...I needed a friend..."

I started to feel something around my neck, slowly pulling upwards. I gasped for air as I felt my throat tighten. 

I looked down to see my feet off the ground. I wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out. 

Frank just stared at me. "I'm sorry that it had to end this way, Geebear. You know I love you, right?" He asked. 

I started to lose more and more air, and I struggled against the force. 

In my last few minutes alive, I realized how badly I have treated Frank. He didn't deserve this. 

As I took my last breath, I could feel Frank's lips on mine. Even though we were both cold and dead, 

I've never felt more alive.

*closes book* that one wasn't too scary, right? I hope not. I want you all to stay. forever 

*evil laugh*