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Sitting on the edge of my bed, I rub my eyes for a little longer than I should.

My brain is still trying to process everything that’s been happening. Especially the long talk I got into with Frank yesterday. I’m trying to tell myself that everything is real. Frank is a fucking vampire, and he’s planning on getting us out of here some how. I have one question.

What the fuck happened to reality?

I know he wasn’t lying now. I just still can’t believe it. I mean, would you? He had no heart beat. Does that mean he’s dead? Technically, he is. I mean, human-wise, he has to be dead. Seeing as he just isn’t human anymore. It was almost too creepy when there was no beating beneath his chest. Just so damn weird.

I hear a knock on my door and jump a little.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“Me.” I hear Frank reply.

“Oh. Um, what’s up?”

“We have group therapy. You’re late.”

I smack my hand onto my forehead, “Shit!”

“Come on. Get your ass out here.” Frank giggles.

I roll my eyes, get up and open the door. Frank is standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking like a little kid. I smile, “Let’s go, then.”

Nodding he leads the way through the halls to the room we have group therapy in. I always dread it, but today I feel as though it won’t be as bad. Frank doesn’t annoy me anymore. I really like him, actually. As fucked up as our whole situation is, I still manage to like him. Funny. We walk through to doors of the group therapy hall and all eyes are on us. Except Patience’s. My stomach drops a little when I remember the reason why she doesn’t talk.

“Hello, boys.” Julie smiles at us, “Come, sit down.”

We both obey her and take our usual seats in the small circle. I can’t help but glue my eyes on Patience. Knowing what I know now, I see her as less of a mystery. I feel for her. I really do. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my brother. I’d be torn to shreds. I look away and catch Frank’s eye. He was looking at me looking at Patience and his eyes are sad. I suddenly feel a little guilty when I realize; Frank lost his brother too.

“So, did you all have a good day when I was gone?” Julie asks.

We all remained silent.

“Nothing interesting happened?” she asks, again.

I look up and make brief eye contact with Frank. He gives me a small smirk of which I don’t know how to respond to. So, I look back down at my shoes again. No one else seems to give much of a response either, so Julie starts asking random questions and talking about random stuff that I hardly pay attention to. For some reason, during these group therapy sessions, the floor, my hands or my shoes are just so much more interesting than anything else that goes on. I’m not sure how much time passes before I’m suddenly brought out of my shoe staring by Frank and Julie arguing again.

“Frank, you need to cut this out.” Julie tells him.

“Not until you listen to me!” Frank hisses, “You never fucking listen. Well, guess what? Mikey did. He listened to me and he believes me!”

Oh, geeze.

“Mikey?” Julie asks me, “Is this true?”

“I-I…Um…” I stutter.

Everyone’s eyes are on me. Frank is shooting me a glance that begs me to tell them, but my chest won’t let me talk. I feel my cheeks turn red. This is a confrontation I wasn’t planning on having to deal with. Why isn’t Frank keeping his goddamn mouth shut? Now, I’m gonna look stupid too!

“Mikey.” Julie says again, “Did you tell Frank you believed him?”

I don’t say anything.

“He did!” Frank cries, “Why can’t any of you listen to me for once like he did?!”

“Frank, calm down, please.” Julie lectures, “Now, I don’t know what Mikey’s been saying to you, but you need to understand that what you’re saying is not true. You need to accept that for your own good.”

“Since when do you give a fuck about my own good?!” Frank cries, standing up and taking a step towards Julie, “Every time I try to get it through your thick skulls that I’m not lying, you always call Ryan and you think that’s for my own good?! What kind of sick people are you?!”

“Now, you know we hate to do that to you, Frank, but-”

“Bull shit! You just love to see me being tortured, don’t you?! Every fucking day, you threaten me the same god damn way just because I question your “authority”. Fuck you! Ever heard of talking it through, you idiots?!”

“Frank!” Julie roars, “That’s enough. You’re being completely and utterly-”

“What, Julie? Insane? Is that what you label anyone who walks into this place?” Frank asks, rudely.

“No, Frank.” Julie replies, calmer than before, “I was going to say out of line. You’re being completely out of line. Now, please, sit down. I’m tired of ending these meetings in an argument with you.”

Smirking, Frank sits down and says, “You’ll regret all this soon.”

“Why is that, Frank?” Julie tiredly asks, rolling her eyes.

“I’m getting out of here. And once you see how, you’ll all regret not listening to me.”

My heart beat quickens slightly. What the hell is he doing?! I honestly don’t get why he’d tell people. I didn’t even think he was that serious! I look at Julie who is looking at Frank with a slightly nervous expression while he smirks right back at her. She suddenly snaps out of her gaze and clears her throat.

“Frank, once more, and I’m calling Ryan.” Julie says in an eerily quiet voice.

Frank’s smirk turns into a furious face when mutters, “That’s right. Just keep fucking with my head. I’ll only get better.”

“Frank!” Julie snaps one final time.

“Fine…whatever.” Frank mumbles as he settles back into his chair.

Looking pleased with herself, Julie checks the time, “Well done, Frank. Once again, your constant backchat has cost us another session. Look, everyone, I’m sorry about this and I’m sure he is too. Frank?”

Rolling his eyes, he sighs, “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Sorry.”

“Thank you, Frank. Now, everyone, hopefully we’ll all have a better session tomorrow. I’ll see you all later.” she says and then leaves the room.

The second she’s gone, I rush over and grab Frank by the arm, “Balcony. Now.”

Nodding, Frank takes my hand and leads me through more hallways while narrowly avoiding any doctors or nurses that may question us. I’m missing my personal therapy session with Mr. Misfit again, but I don’t fucking care. Soon enough, we’re out of everyone’s sight. Frank tells me to close my eyes for a moment. Before questioning him, I just do what he says. I feel his arms wrap around me and an extremely cold wind rush by. Frank tells me to open my eyes again and when I do, we’re out on the balcony.

“Woah. That was cool.” I breathe, smiling a little.

“Yeah,” Frank grins back at me, “It’s one of my favorite parts of being immortal.”

I smile, but cringe a little.

Frank seems to notice, “Still getting used to it?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I nod, “It’s not really one of those overnight things, y’know?”

“I do know. But it gets easier. Trust me.”

I nod, and stare out over the view, “Frank?” I ask.

“Yeah?” he replies.

Looking directly at him, I ask, “Why did you say that stuff before? Were you actually serious about escaping? And what’s wrong with Ryan, again?”

“Mikey, I said it because they are going to regret. Think of the ultimate karma they’re gonna be struck with when we bust out, and, yes, I was serious about that.”

“Right,” I nod “…and Ryan?”

Frank looks at me with sad eyes, “Ryan…he looks a lot like Jason. A-And every time I see him, it fucking hurts. They know it hurts me. But they still do it. They’re fucking heartless.”

“What the fuck is wrong with them?” I ask, shocked at how they treat Frank.

“Exactly. I mean, I’m over him being dead and everything, but when you get it constantly shoved in your face…Fuck!” he cries, kicking the wall and letting a few tears roll down his cheeks.

The sight makes my heart ache and I immediately walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. I keep trying to calm him down, but he continues to cry and it hurts me just to see him like this. I can’t imagine how shitty he must be feeling. I try to imagine how I’d feel if I were him. If I lost Gerard, my whole fucking world would collapse, and if I had the reminder of his loss always hanging around, then, yeah, I’d be pretty fucking miserable. Just thinking of how horrible it must be for him makes me hug him tighter and he doesn’t seem to object at all.

We just stand there for a while, while I wait for Frank to calm down again. It takes a little while, though. Understandable, of course. God knows how much anger and frustration he has to keep all built up inside him. I hope that since I’ve been becoming friends with him, he’ll talk to me and I hope that I can be the one to make him feel better. That is, if he doesn’t hate the sight of me like I do.

“Mikey,” Frank says, still wrapped in my arms, “Please stop hurting yourself.”

I feel my muscles tense up and I’m sure Frank does too because when I tense, he slowly releases himself from my arms. He had better not have been in my head again.

“Frank, don’t start that again.” I tell him.

“But-”

“No, Frank. Just drop it and tell me of this plan you seem to be so damn serious about.”

Sighing, he drops it and tells me of the plan, “Look, it’s gonna sound crazy, but so did the vampire thing. So, hear me out. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say, “What’s the plan?”

“Okay. Well, I know for a fact that these fangs can kill. Seeing as I already…well, yeah. Anyway, I’m going to sneak out and kill the doctor-guard guy. The one with the key card? I kill him, steal the key card, open the doors and ditch. They’ll never fucking find us!”

“Okay,” I breathe, before slowly loosing my cool, “I know you’re a vampire and I’m working on that, but, is it possible for a vampire to be insane? Because that’s what that plan fucking sounds like! Frank, what the hell are you thinking?! Killing someone else?! Count me fucking out! I can’t believe you would even think of something like that! There has to be another way out than….than that! Don‘t do this!”

“Mikey, can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t do absolutely anything to get out of here too? You can’t. I know you hate it here as much as I do. We can escape. There just has to be a small sacrifice.”

“Small?!” I shriek, “Killing someone would be small?! Think of them! Of their friends and family and not to mention having someone’s grave on your fucking conscience!”

“I already have one, Mikey! What’s another?” Frank hisses at me and I remain silent, “I already know what it feels like, okay? But I know it’s part of my nature now. You can’t exactly be like me without wanting to kill someone. You can’t really help yourself when you give into that want every once in a while, okay? Yeah, it fucking sucks for more people than just them, but I can’t fucking help it. And yeah, it’s our only out of here. I’m not about to start breaking down walls because I just can’t do that shit.”

Understanding his point of view slightly, I nod, “Okay…”

“Just trust me when I say everything will be alright.” he tells me, grabbing my hands and smiling, “Just trust me…Come with me.”

Wincing, I shake my head, “I can’t, Frank. Not when someone’s gonna get killed.”

“Mikey, I just explained that to you. Please come with me.”

“What about Gerard?” I ask, confused, “I can’t just leave without a trace like that.”

“Let him go.” Frank tells me.

“What?! Let him go?! I love him! He’s my brother.”

“Well, did he believe you when you told him you’d change? Did he stop your parents from putting you here? No matter how much you begged and pleaded, did he try and stop them? Did he give you a second chance? No, Mikes. He didn’t.”

“He said sorry to me. He said he was fucking sorry and he meant it. He wants to get me out of here as much as I want to, but it’s my parents who are the assholes. They pretend I don’t exist anymore.” I say, wanting to cry at the thought, “So, no. I’m not just going to let him go. I love him and he loves me. I’m not leaving him like that.”

“You’re lucky to have such a fantastic brother, then.” Frank whispers.

Realizing the nerve I’ve struck, I close my eyes and sigh at what an idiot I am, “Frank, I’m sorr-”

Before I process what’s happening, Frank grabs my shoulders and shoves me against the door. It’s so fast, it scares me. I whimper a little because I think he’s about to attack me, but, to my surprise, instead he grabs my face and presses his lips against mine. I don’t even think about it before I give into him with a moan and start moving my lips against his, desperate for more. He seems pleased with me reaction and kisses me back just as eagerly. This is better than my dream and I don’t care if he made it up or not. Kissing him makes me feelings for him stronger and more obvious than they’ve ever been. I feel his tongue run across my lip and I open my mouth and let him explore more thoroughly.

After what feels like a lifetime, we both pull apart, smiling and trying catch our breath.

Frank places his forehead against mine and whispers, “Come with me.”

Smiling, I nod, “When are we doing this?”

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