"Can we stop to get food.. please?" I beg for the hundredth time today. We've been in this car for what feels like 7 hours straight. I need some type of food.
"Fine, Jesus you really do pick the worst ones Frank." Gerard said in an ominous manner. What's that supposed to mean. Didn't he just say, 'I think I like her.' What the fuck.
They pull into a Chick-fil-a and I get my normal that I had before they put me in the 'nut hut,' that's what Frank and Gerard call it. They told me why though. According to them they've had their personal experiences in being in a mental institution. That's how they became such great friends. Also, they needed to find someone specific. I so happen to be that specific person but I don't know why I'm so special.
"Why'd you guys need me again?" I ask and Frank groans. "We don't know either. It just came to me in a dream, your name did anyway."
"I'm a psychic to clear things up for you. Gerard is my apprentice. I'm kidding we aren't working for anything, but we do know that some crazy shit has been happening around Belleville.
"The normal people are fine, but the small majority either need to go where we got you from or need to meet the grim reaper. And by that I obviously mean death."
"Yes, yes I know Frank I'm not a dumbass." I roll my eyes. Gerard rolls up to the window and grabs the bag of food.
"None of us got anything; the bags yours." I cheered slightly and grabbed my food out.
"So tell me y/n, what word would describe today?" Frank inquires, trying to act like my therapist.
"Better without you in it," I state as a joke.
"Are you sure about that?" Gerard asks as I take a bite out of my food. "No I'm not, I'm thankful actually."
"Good girl," I blush at those words, but continue to eat anyway.
I think something is wrong with Gerard he acts like he knows everything. Maybe he does, I've only been out of the mental institution for not even two hours.
When we get to their house I gasp quite loudly. "Like it Sugar?" Gerard asks as he helps me out of the car. I nod and we all walk to the front. It's like a mansion, but for the size of this town it's just a fancy house.
Gerard holds my hand the whole way too. "Here Frank open the door for me would ya?" He throws the keys at Frank and he catches them.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a mental hospital. The majority of your days you sat and played with your hands. Every once in a while getting notes from strangers. No one ever spoke to you except the caretakers. You never spoke to anybody anyway it was pointless for them. Unt...
