INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 1)
When I woke up it took me about a minute to get a good sight in the dark room. I looked around and saw that I was at home in my room. I tried to get out of my bed but my legs didn't want to do their job and I fell down on the ground. 'What happened last night?' I thought while trying to get up again. 'Who was that black-haired guy?' After I got up I tried to walk out of the room, always trying to walk near walls where I could hold if I fell. I got savely out of my room without hitting anything of all the stuff on the ground. As I opened the door to the hallway I nearly hit my mother.
"Ah, good! You're up, Frankie. I just wanted to wake you. You gonna be late, if you don't hurry. Breakfast is on the table." she said.
"Ah thanks!" I said, gave her a kiss on her cheek and ran into the bathroom to get dressed, brushed my teeth, put on some red eyeliner and afterwards I ran into the kitchen. "Where's Lucy?" I shouted.
"She's already in school." Mom shouted back.
As soon as I
I sat in the park on a bench, smoking a cigarette.
A strange guy about fifty came over to me. He stopped in front of me and suddenly he started punshing me. I screamed for help as loud as I could, but because it was almost 10 pm, nobody else was here. 'I gonna die.' I thought and got thrown on the ground.
Suddenly a young guy grabbed the punsher's arm. He had brown hair and wore a black jacket, dirty gray trousers and Vans. His face was nearly completely covered with a red neckerchief. His eyes were glowing red and I looked at him scared. He went behind the punsher, wraped his left arm around his neck, took his chin with his right hand and pulled, breaking the punsher's neck. Another guy appeared, he seemed a bit older than the other one.
He turned to me, sitting down next to me.
"What shall we do with him now?" the younger guy asked, more to himself. "He saw too much. We should kill him."
"Please, d-don't k-kill me." I whined.
The older one looked at me with a pitiful s
Chapter 1 - Spin The Bottle - Frerard
8th April 2001
I walked down the street, listening to music. Suddenly I bumped into somebody and fell on the ground.
"Watch out, dude!" I said. There were two boxes on the ground that looked like cake boxes. A boy about my age sat in front of me. He had brown hair and green eyes.
"Ah. I'm sorry! I didn't see you." he said. "Oh. Damn! Where are my glasses?" He crawled on the ground, searching for them.
I stood up and walked over to him, picking up his glasses. "Here you are." I said and kneed next to him. He looked up and squeezed his eyes together to get a better sight.
"Thank you." He reached for his glasses and I gave them to him. He stood up. "Erm... I'm Mikey." he said shyly.
"I'm Frank, nice to meet you. Want something to eat?" I asked, pointing to a McDonalds. He looked there and nodded. I picked up the cakes on the ground and handed one to him.
When we got there he ordered a hamburger and a small coke, I just took French fries and a small coke. I looked at him when he took a bit