blood,drugs and suicide. (frerard)

shadows...

It was still very dark. No one was about. After walking for a long while I finally got to the train station. It was dark,gloomy and threatening. It was still open but looked abandoned in the eerie darkness. The silence was absolutely terrifying. No one was here. My feet tapped on the hard,cold floor. A figure stood in shadows of the walls, watching my every move. it slowly crept towards me. Every single move the dark shape made gave me the creeps. I backed away as he stalked me.
The figure came closer and closer until I could feel his breath on my neck...

As quick as I could imagine he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away into a dark corner.

-----and hour later (I think)-----

I appeared from that dark corner a while later, he stole my watch, my small rucksack, my fags and my razors. I noticed my hoodie was also gone. I must of been unconcious from a substance he drugged me with. I lost track of time but it must've been at least an hour. When I woke he was gone, it was probably just some drunk pussy. I should be glad that it wasn't some sick rapist or anything!
Although I did have my phone on me which was turned off, I wanted to leave it out for the time being, just while I work out what to do. I am thinking about getting a new phone anyway...If I can afford it.

------the break of dawn------

Ugh that was a long night. I'm all cold and crampy from sitting on the hard,concrete floor, I was in agony. My phone was off for the time being. It was too dangerous to leave it on for now. I needed to get to my destination from my mind first. I had a hard, long night and I was hungry again!
I checked the train lines and waited at least 10 minuets for a train. When it came I stepped onto the door's ledge and avoided the gap with all caution. I don't know where I was heading too or when I would get there. I was tired,beaten and dizzy. The pigeon was the only food I had for a while and my hunger came back, only this time, I felt it more than before. I turned on my phone for the time and as it blinked on to the screen, at least 20 messages popped up and buzzed uncontrollably until all the messages were through. Of course...It was frank, he probably doesn't even care or just despises me for legging it. What would he say?

I slid the lock screen and typed my password. I was shaking so it was hard to get to my messages. When I did, his texts where filled with fear and hatred. I hope he still cares about me!
I read the texts In my mind with franks sweet voice. "Oh gee? I'm lost without you!", "gee u need you!", "where the duck are you?", "gee!", "answer me I'm starting to worry!", "GEE ANSWER ME NOW I REALLY CANT COPE, STOP CUTTING, I SAW BLOOD AND NOW I WORRIED ABOUT YOU!","GEE GEE WHERE ARE YOU TALK TO ME!" I was sobbing uncontrollably as I sat in silence on the moving train. His texts made me feel hurt and I missed him bad.

--------hours later--------
The train has stopped, I'm at a quiet station and it's light outside. My phone was ringing....Frank was calling....
I left it ring. I couldn't pick it up right now, I had my own problems to worry about...then I fell asleep...