Who I am

The distilled sorrow of the room crept into Mac's heart, as it slowly felt it become hollow and empty inside. Ravenous thoughts ripped into the boy's mind as confusion, scandal, and sins began to cloud his very soul. The sight of a fallen angel lying in a twisted pool of metal and plastic tubing made Mac sick to his stomach. Frankie was once a thing of beauty, an angel for humans and imaginary friends alike, now she's just a casualty of tragedy.

A tragedy caused, nurtured, and created by the blinded dreams of a lost young boy. The lava like red hair of Frankie flashed vividly into the crystal colored tears from Mac's eyes, oh the pain his fast showed, and the suffering that stretched across his sulking face. Mac buried his face into Frankie's sheets and sobbed to whatever God would accept his unworthy prayers.

"I'm sorry"

The flickering beep of Frankie's heartbeat was the only comforting sound to heal Mac's shattered existence. With his best friend and unofficial girlfriend lying helplessly asleep in a coffin made of tubes and wires, Mac feared he would never croon at the sound of her whimsical voice. The smell of Frankie's perfume would never melt his heart into a pool of temptation, and her future would never be seen again. Mac stared at her and shook his head.

Mac sniffled "Frankie……Frankie? I don't know if you can hear me or if you're going to stay asleep forever but, there's something I need to tell you. I'm……I'm……afraid……I'm afraid to be alone. I know how must crazy this must sound but, this may be the last chance I ever get to speak to you. And before you leave me and everyone……forever……I've gotta say this.

Ever since I was little, I mean REALLY little, I've always been afraid of being alone. Dad walked out, mom's always at work, and Terrance never missed a chance to crush my dreams, my hopes, anything I ever cared about. As I got older, I got used to being alone. I was always quiet at school, never able to really fit in. Time went by and grade after grade, nothing changed.

When I created Bloo, I thought I finally had an answer to my problem. My imaginary friend could solve any problem I had, I could finally talk to someone and play with them, and I could make him into whatever I wanted. But……Bloo wasn't the same……he……just wasn't the same as before. Don't get me wrong, I love Bloo and Wilt and Eduardo and everyone.

Foster's has become like a 2nd home to me, and you guys are the closest things I have to friends. But……it's not enough. Imaginary friends aren't always enough; I'm tired of being alone and forgotten by the rest of the world. I just (starts to cry) I just wanted to be loved……I FEEL loved……you know? I wanted to know someone truly and deeply cared.

For the longest time, I thought something was wrong with me, like I was somehow causing this problem. I even thought I was gay. I thought it would be so much easier if I was, that it would explain why I'm always getting left behind. And then I met you……Frankie. I didn't realize how important you were until later on, I never knew that you made my heart feel so warm.

It was a special feeling that no one else has ever given me. Not Bloo, not Coco, not even my mom. I knew it was wrong for me to feel this way and I knew that it would never work, but still……I wanted it to work. For once I wanted to forget the rules and just be happy for a change. You're the only girl that has ever treated me like a human being, like I actually matter.

But I was selfish……I was unfair……and I was mean. I put so much pressure on you, I didn't realize I was becoming what I hated the most. I treated you like all those other kids treated me. I forgot you, I ignored you, I neglected your feelings and only worried about my own……and I hurt you. And now because of what I've done, I may never get to see you smile again.

Frankie……I love you……

But as a friend……the way it ought to be……

And I don't care if you never want to see me again, I don't care if you hate me for the rest of your life……

Just please……

Wake up……wake up……

I just want my friend back……God"……

"Huh?"

Mac's eyes suddenly lifted from the blanket that cradled his tear drenched cheeks, his young eyes widening at the sounds emanating from the bed. Frankie murmured a bit as her eyes delicately twitched before slowly opening up. The red head stared curiously at Mac, who laid face down into his arms at the foot of her bed.

"Mac? Is that you?" Frankie asked.

"YOU'RE ALIVE" Mac screamed.

The young boy leapt into Frankie's bed and wrapped his white sleeves around her, his voice echoing with bountiful giggles of joy. Frankie gasped and laughed as well, feeling the boy's warm embrace and seeing the sparkling magic in his eyes. This was Mac Frankie was looking for, this was the sweet boy that she knew and loved.

Mac smiled, wiping away his tears "Frankie, oh thank god, I thought that".

Frankie weakly smiled "Hey, hey, it's okay, buck up kiddo, you can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, there's no way old Herriman could last 5 minutes without me keeping his furry old butt out of trouble".

The boy simply laughed and hugged Frankie again, his soft face nuzzling into her chest and just basking in the beauty of her warmth. Mac had learned his lesson and had felt the pains of his sins. The confusion that once plagued Mac's heart had disappeared, and with it, a new bond of friendship had been formed between him and Frankie, and it was stronger then ever before.

Mac smiled "I'm really sorry about all I put you through Frankie, I know better now. As long as you're here, that's enough for me……my friend".

Frankie sighed sweetly "Me too kiddo, me too".

Mac and Frankie hugged, their eyes closed shut, their hearts embracing each other's warmth, friends now and forever.

THE END!