About an hour of lying motionless occurs. Just like I did in my room back at the insane asylum, whatever you call it at this point.
I should call it an insane asylum. I was in there. I killed somebody. Probably someone innocent. No, I couldn't do that to someone. I'm not a monster. But I killed someone, so I guess that settles it. I am a monster.
Frank slips in through my door and brings me a plate of breakfast. Since I never got a chance to sit down and enjoy it.
"I don't deserve you," I sit up and hug Frank, he reciprocates.
"Yes, you do. My dream remember? I knew this fight would break out anyway. He's just cranky in the mornings, don't worry." He rubs my back and sits at the end of my bed.
I grab the plate on the nightstand and take a bite out of my pancakes.
"Well, if I do say so myself, he's a good cook." I say softly. Frank smiles and nods.
"I'll be the one to tell him."
"Actually no, I want to tell him myself. Can you get him to join me later once I'm finished?" I question politely.
"Of course," Frank gives me a gentle smile again and watches me as I eat. I'm sure he's just here for emotional support and to make sure I do eat. We make small talk and find out that he actually doesn't live here in this big house. He lives in a small apartment with a lady named Jamia. He then shows me a picture of them together with their children.
When I finally finish eating he takes my plate and walks off. Moments pass and I hear a small knock on my door. The door creaks and footsteps appear.
"Oh come on don't act like you're coming to say goodbye to a loved one." I say and I turn around facing Gerard.
"Maybe I am."
His eyes seem red and I scream. He puts a hand around my mouth to shut me up and another around my throat.
"Gerard!!" I scream through my teeth. He doesn't stop choking me. I kick my legs as he straddles my hip but it's no use.
"Murderer!" He shouts in my face. I slam my face into his and he shoves me back into the mattress.
"Stop it!!" Tears pour out of my eyes and I find myself giving into him. My eyes grow heavy and I enter darkness.
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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...
