"Frank I can not deal with your psychic bullshit at this moment, please." He's been going on and on all day about something huge about to happen. I don't believe it.
"I mean they don't come true all the time but I just. I feel it today really Y/n something bound to happen!"
"Mhm sure, go talk to Gerard about this." I reply.
"He won't listen to me. He can block people out you can't that's why I'm talking to you!" He shouts and I roll my eyes.
"Sometimes I wish you never had that dream about me." I mutter and he groans.
"Fine go to your little boyfriend Gerard for all I care. Maybe you'll find him dead later." He states ominously that's my last straw.
"You think that's fuckin funny Frank?" I turn around and grab him by the collar of his shirt. "He's not my boyfriend, he won't die, and don't even think for a second that I won't be the one to send you to the crack house!" I threaten and then I hear footsteps enter the kitchen.
"What's going on in here?" Gerard asks and I pull away looking at Frank. Tears are pouring down his face, but he's in so much shock that he can't speak.
"Oh my god. What.. what have I done?" I ask myself. Frank collapses on the ground and starts to sob.
"Y-you shouldn't have done that y/n. He has uhm what's it called. Fuck. Think Gerard.. PTSD!! That's it, he uh, shoot."
Frank doesn't say a word for 20 minutes. We try to talk him out of whatever state he's in.
"I need my mom." He whispers quietly.
"She's gone Frank, it's okay." Gerard says that and I immediately hug Frank. I do know what it feels like to lose somebody.
"Y, Y/n?" Frank questions playing with the back of my shirt while hugging me back.
"Yes Frankie?"
"Please never put me in Rush House. I never meant to kill my mom."
"Frank, it was an accident." Gerard says and I motion him to stop.
"If I never said those six words nothing would've happened!" He cried and I thought out loud.
"What six words?"
"I wish my mom was dead." He sobbed and held onto me for dear life. I started to cry as well. I never meant for this to happen.
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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...
