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I sit on the chair staring at my feet whilst Julie is talking to Georgia about something I’m hardly paying attention to.

Two weeks.

It’s been two whole stupid weeks since Gerard came to see me, and during those two weeks, since none of the nurses have really seen any improvement in my physique or mood, no one has even thought about letting me go. It’s just me in my head, hoping Gerard will bust me out.

I’ve been desperately waiting for him to come back any day now, but he hasn’t showed up. It’s been shitty. Every time I go to the bathroom to do that stuff, I feel so fucking guilty. After lying to Gerard about it, I’m fucking miserable. How could I do that? He’s my best friend and I lied right to his face. What’s worse is he actually believed me. So, it’s probably gonna hurt him even more if he or anyone finds out I’ve never stopped at all. Maybe he did find out. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t come back…

“Mikey?”

I snap my head up. “Huh?”

“I said, how are you?” Julie smiles at me.

“Oh, uh, fine.” I mumble, looking at the floor. Group meetings are so fucking horrible, lately. People hardly talk, anyway. Julie tried making me talk, but I just can’t do it. This miserable feeling is eating away at me and talking means crying and crying means talking about why I’m crying. I just can’t.

“Okay…” Julies says, sounding disappointed. She always sounds disappointed when I don’t speak. I’m beginning to wonder why she constantly gets her hopes up. “How about you, Frank?” she asks, putting her attention on him.

He just smirks at her. “Fine.”

“Drained any unsuspecting mortals of their blood, lately, Frank?” Roger asks.

Franks face drops and he shoots a death stare right at Roger. “Fuck you.”

“Frank!” Julie cries. “Stop it. You too, Roger.”

“It’s not my fault!” Roger yells, sounding angry. “The voices made me!”

“Tell the voices to shut the fuck up!” Frank hisses.

“Boys, that is enough!” Julie states.

“They said you’re just crazy.” Roger says, looking at Frank before bursting into a fit of giggles. “That’s why you have such a stupid haircut!”

Frank suddenly jumps up, sending his chair to the floor with the sudden movement. He takes two long strides before he’s standing right before Roger, who looks terrified. As Frank raises his hand, preparing to give Roger a good punch in the face, Julie jumps into action and pulls his arm back just in time.

“Frank!” Julies shrieks. “What on earth are you doing?!”

“Making him pay for his bullshit! He‘s making the voices up so he can blame someone else for what he really wants to say!” Frank cries. “Admit it, asshole!”

I stare in shock at the scene playing before my eyes. Frank is such a fucking psycho. It isn’t Roger’s fault, really. I mean, sure, the voices didn’t tell him to say that. They aren’t real. Maybe he has some unrecognized case of schizophrenia or something. I just don’t get why Frank would go to try and throw a punch like that. I don’t know. Maybe they’re both as insane as each other.

“Frank, stop!” Julie cries again. “Sit back down or I’m getting Ryan!”

Frank glares at her and Roger once more before sitting back in his seat very slowly. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, as if he’s trying to control himself. Well, he obviously is, considering how fast he just snapped. Anger issues, much? I notice that his hands start shaking as he clasps them together, gripping them so tightly, they turn even whiter than his pale complexion. Geeze.

“I don’t ever want to see you behaving like that again.” Julies lectures Frank then turns to the rest of us. “Same with you guys. Don’t do what Frank did just because someone’s making you mad.”

I roll my eyes. Honestly, we aren’t three fucking years old.

“Understand, everyone?” she asks.

We all nod.

“Frank?” she asks, once more.

He rolls his eyes and nods his head.

“Good. Okay, everyone. That’s basically it for today. There won’t be a group meeting tomorrow because I’m visiting a sick family member.”

I have to stop myself from yelling out in happiness. I am so fucking over these group meetings and tomorrow, we don’t have one. Brilliant!

“Alright, guys. So, take care of yourselves and I’ll see you all later.”

We all leave the room as quickly as we can. I notice, it’s rather strange to see Patience move. I mean, the only time I see her move is when she’s walking somewhere or eating. That’s it. It’s odd, but whatever. As usual, I make my way to the TV room and sit at the back corner to think and observe. When Frank comes and sits next to me again, I almost stand up straight away and run out, but he talks to me before I can go.

“You probably think I’m totally nuts, right?” he asks me.

I stare at my shoes and refuse to look him in the eye.

“I don’t blame you.” he continues. His voice sounds almost sad. “No one around here believes me. They never gave me a shot.”

I look at him before I take a moment to think. I understand what he’s saying, and I sigh. “I know how that feels.”

“You do?”

“Of course. Why else would I be here?”

“Hmm. Point made…Wanna talk about it?”

I feel my heart skip a beat. No, I do not want to fucking talk about it. “I have my therapy session soon.” I tell him, hoping he’ll get the hint.

“Ditch it.” he says, casually.

I frown and look up at him. “What?”

“Don’t go. I’ve done it before. They don’t get too annoyed. You just tell them you weren’t up for it today and they‘ll leave it at that.”

I shake my head. I don’t want to get into any trouble here. “No. I need to go.”

“Come on, Mikey. Please? I insist.”

I look him straight in the eye and I’m ready to tell him a definite no and…Wow, he has captivating eyes. I start to stare deeply in them when I snap back at the sound of his voice.

“Mikey?”

“Huh?” I mumble.

“Are you coming?”

I feel nervous, uncertain and a little scared, but a part of me suddenly wants to go. “Okay.” I tell him, still incredibly fixated on his eyes. “But where are we going, exactly?”

He smiles warmly at me and says, “Follow me.”

We both stand up, walk out the door and he starts leading me through different hallways. He pulls me along by my elbow and I ask him where we’re going again, but he doesn’t respond. Frank continues to drag me along until we finally stop at a door. He opens it up and leads me through. We’re now standing on a balcony that has a view of the city below us. The clinic isn’t on a very high hill, but high enough to have a view like this. It’s breathtaking.

“Wow…” I breathe.

“I know, right?” Frank smiles back at me. “I found this balcony about two months ago when I was trying to get away from the nurses...And Ryan. I come out here when I need to clear my head.”

I stare at him for a moment. Considering his mental state and the fact that I’m now alone with him, he scares me a lot, but at the same time, I drink in every aspect of his beauty. There’s no denying that he’s incredibly good looking. The way the sunlight hits him makes it even more obvious…Damn. Why must the extremely gorgeous ones always be insane?…What a question to ask. If he were sane, though, I’d definitely be making friends with him.

“What’re you looking at?” he asks.

I realize that I’ve been staring at him for a little more than I should have. “Um. Nothing.” I quickly lie. “Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, who’s Ryan, exactly?”

Frank gives me a half-hearted smile, “He’s…I didn’t know him before I came. He just…looks like someone I know…knew. So, they use it to their advantage. They know I can’t stand just looking at him because…because of some stuff. So, like before when I lashed out like that, they threaten me with Ryan and I have to cave in.”

I nod my head. “…That must suck.”

He looks at me for a moment, then giggles. “Yeah. Kinda…So, you were saying you know how it feels. To have no one listen.”

Suddenly, I don’t want to talk about it again. Come to think of it, why did I even agree to come out here? “O-Oh. Yeah…I guess.”

He nods and leans on the railing of the balcony, staring out over the city. “How do you deal with it?”

I empty my stomach and then I cut it like paper. “I don’t know. I guess, I just do. Somehow.”

Frank looks at me for a moment then looks back at the city before us. “It just drives me insane when no one fucking listens…Then again, maybe that’s why I’m here. No one listening equals me driven to insanity.”

I walk to the railing of the balcony also and stand next to him. I watch as his eyes stare out over the buildings and cars. Geeze, he looks really sad. “You alright?” I ask. I feel as though I just need to.

Frank smiles, “Of course not.”

“Oh?”

“What do you mean, oh? I mean, are you alright being in this place? Seriously, it’s a fucking hell hole. Let me guess, it’s only been about a week or two, maybe, and you’re already finding this place unbearable?”

I blink at him and nod. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

“Precisely.” he says. He looks down at his hands and smirks a little before looking at me again. “But at least you have some form of release…I mean, throwing up and cutting myself doesn’t exactly help me much, but I’m sure it helps you cope. Right?”

I freeze. What the fuck did he just say? “H-How…W-What?”

“I promise I won’t tell.” he says in a creepy tone of voice and smiles at me. Only now, his smile is as fucking creepy as his voice is. I’m frozen. This is almost as bad as when Gerard found me that day, and since I’m frozen, I don’t move when Frank brings his hand up to my face and starts stroking it. “But you shouldn’t do it. You aren’t ugly, you know? You’re really cute. Seriously...Kinda beautiful.”

I come to my senses and immediately bat his hand away and I feel my face burn red. Fucking creepy vampire stalker freak! I take two steps backward, away from him. Luckily, he doesn’t follow. “Leave me alone. You don’t know a fucking thing about me…” I tell him in a hoarse whisper. I’m trying to sound angry, but I think my fear is showing a little to obviously.

Frank chuckles at me and shakes his head. “Maybe not on a personal level, Mikey. But I know about you. I know what you do.”

I start scoffing. Like, over and over again, I scoff. “Wha? You!…You don’t…You don’t know…me.”

“Calm down, Mikey.”

“What?! No!” I manage to yell at him. I don’t care if someone hears us. “You’ve lured me out here, telling me how you know about all my fucking problems and now I’m alone with some freaking psycho who thinks he’s a fucking vampire!”

Frank gives me that same weird smirk he gave me when I first saw him in the cafeteria. “I don’t think I am. I know I am. I told you I’m not insane. I’m not lying. People just find it extremely hard to believe me.”

“No shit.” I breathe.

He giggles before taking a step towards me and looking me in the eyes. “I can show you. I’d show the nurses, but they’ll probably send me somewhere even worse than here and besides, I don‘t think they deserve to see something this cool.”

I’m confused. “S-See what?”

Frank smiles at me, closes his eyes and opens his mouth. I stare at him, wondering if something is supposed to happen. I go to tell him I’m leaving when I look at his light pink lips and see two long, white, shiny fangs slowly growing out from beneath them. I feel my jaw drop. This can’t be fucking real. He opens his eyes again, but they’ve lost their beautiful color from before. Now, they’re grey with a tinge of red when the sunlight hits him. He takes a huge breath and calms himself with a smirk. “Fuck, I love doing that.”

I can hardly breathe. What the fuck is this?!

I stumble straight back into the wall. My legs can hardly hold me up. I feel like the wind has just been knocked right out of me in the most brutal way possible. This is just- I can’t even- Fuck.

Frank laughs at me. “Told you.”

I stare at him with wide eyes while I breathe deeply, trying to get my lungs working again.

“Aww, what’s wrong, Mikey?” he smirks at me. “Scared?”

As my mind tries to form a real sentence, my mouth is spewing gibberish. My legs suddenly find their strength again and I take the chance to leap from the wall and to the door. I open it and slam it shut after me, running as fast as I can down back through the halls. I don’t stop until I get to my room. Once I do, I shut the door and collapse onto my bed, shaking.

I’m seriously going insane, but I’m sane enough to admit that I’m going insane.

I don‘t know what the hell is happening to me…Fuck.

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