Just wanted some angst on Frank's side. Most Hardy boys angst fics are based on Joe. And I was like, Frank gets angst too ya know! and lol... Please Review!
I, Frank Hardy, was dead.
No, literally, dead as in my body was underground and I wasn't breathing. The only thing that marked the spot was a mere stone. No flowers. No crying family. It was lonely.
But I deserved it.
Callie, Biff, Chet, Tony and Vanessa were standing by me. But they were here for me. But here's another question. Where's my grieving family? The perfect little family of Bayport? With the perfect brave father, the caring, kind mother, the strict, but thoughtful aunt... and the smart, genius sons?
So where's my family? They are right beside me. Underground. They are dead. Conveniently, it was I, myself who murdered them. This is why I am bound to this Earth. Forever recounting my sins, aimlessly wandering, just existing.
You know, I was never big on after life, but I was still frozen on this Earth. I'll never find out. Before, all I did was concentrate on the present, if not, past. I never would've thought about what would happen to me, other than thinking about how kidnappers will kill me. I don't have a future now.
Father was the one I looked up to the most. He taught Joe and I everything we know. He died with a look of shame imprinted on this face. To be honest, I thought he would be the one last to die out of the great Hardys. To me, he was superior in every way possible. Superior until his death.
Aunt Trudy. She loved me. I betrayed her. She died with tears rolling down her face. I thought she was too sturdy to bow down to death...
Mom, she was really the most innocent. She cared for me like none other, but I did something as horrible as that. I let her die without noticing that it was I would was guilty. I really couldn't bear to see a look of horror on her face.
Joe... he was the person I loved the most. The person I trusted the most. He never blamed me. That is what I regret the most. He was my lifelong partner. In some ways- I mean, in most ways, he is closer to me than even Callie. My whole life was about protecting my precious baby bro. It's funny, who would've thought that I would murder him myself. Maybe that's why my life ended. Joe... died with a smile.
Honestly, who would have thought? I was Fenton Hardy Jr. I was smart like him. I even looked like him. I was the perfect son, student and boyfriend. I had top grades and was quarterback on the school football team. I had friends and people respected me.
All in all... I was... a fake.
I hated being perfect. It wasn't that I was a rebel under disguise, but I was sick of hiding under a facade. Honestly, when ever I find Joe's kidnappers I actually want to kill them with my bare hands. But instead, I am the on calming Joe down so that he doesn't beat them up.
Maybe I was at my limit. I... did something no one would ever forgive.
Only Joe noticed.
I made my brother suffer. I can still feel his blood coating my hands. His rotting flesh filling my senses. His blood curling screams blind me.
I am sorry.
I only wanted to help, only to express my feelings.
... Care to listen to my final story? Shall I tell you?
Yup... Angsty enough? Review okay? This whole story will probably be written in Frank's POV and it starts out happy.