My Musical Romance

Chapter 8

-Not the longest chapter in the world but ah well.

Dedicated to HolyAnnie! God luck with the boy honey ;) <3-

Chapter 8

Franks POV

She walked out… again. This was getting ridiculous now. She was really stressing me out; I wanted her to be okay. I hadn’t known her for that long; a few days in fact, but I already felt a huge amount of love for her.

Following her, I became increasingly worried. She had no idea where she was going. Though she had been here for just over 2 weeks, this place was huge. I knew where everything was, considering I had spent a lot of time in here last time.

Entering the shared bathroom, she stripped, oblivious to my presence. I hid behind the door, hearing the shower turn on. I heard her crying and screaming at herself. After a while there was not much noise.  Then I heard a smash.

Honouris’ POV

I turned the shower control, making it freezing. I stood there, shouting things, telling myself off for being such a fat ass and for falling in love with someone who could never love me.

I got out of the shower, without turning it off, and faced myself in the mirror. My black hair stuck to my face and my black piercings and red lips stood out, creating a contrast to my pale and cold face. I stood back and looked at my body.

My skin stretched over all my bones, looking like it would split if I stretched enough. My legs were bony, awkward-looking and long. My reflection wasn’t me. It didn’t feel as if it was real.

The face warped in the mirror to an angry snarl. The girl’s fingers turned to claws. I heard a low, grumbling sound, like a cat makes when it’s about to hiss. I felt a mist around my neck. I reached to it and the girl’s face suddenly was full of metal.

Piercings, lots of them, more than I had. Her eyes were sharp, angry and the grumbling sound got louder.

I walked to the mirror and touched it. The girl let out a blood curdling scream.

I don’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was the screaming. Maybe it was because I hated the girl in the mirror. Either way, I had smashed the mirror.

Instantly, the glass cut my hand. Blood poured down my hand onto my arm. I looked at the now smashed mirror. My reflection was me again; fat. Of course, the image was broken now. There was blood smeared all over the place.

Suddenly, the door fell to the ground. Frank stood there, looking at me with tears in his beautiful eyes. I looked at him, and sunk to the ground, shaking. You’ve let everyone down again. For god’s sake! You just make everything bad, don’t you?! Ugh.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

*A DAY LATER*

My hand was stitched and bandaged. Frank stayed with me the entire time. I didn’t say anything. All the time he was whispering to me, telling me how beautiful I was how I needed to see how beautiful I was.

He’s lying.

SHUT UP

He’s lying.

SHUT UP.

They’re all lying.

SHUT UP.

We sat with a member of staff, discussing what happened. We talked and talked, about what was going to happen.

They said I was ready.

I said I don’t feel ready.

They said that’s why I’m ready; because I’m feeling.

“Honouris, we’re going to have to act drastically.” She gave me a sad look, like she hated what she had to do.

I turned to Frank and his look matched the ladies, if not ten times worse. I had no idea what was going on.

After I didn’t react, she continued.

“Do you understand?” I shook my head.

“We have to do something we hate doing. We are revoking all your privileges. Normally, you’d be able to rom the corridors and talk to anyone. Not anymore. You’ll be in your private own room, away from everyone else. You will be in a different room.

 “At meal times, you will eat in the cafeteria, as normal, but you will only be allowed to sit on a table with one other person, who I’m sure will be Frank here.

“You will dress, shower and go to the toilet under supervision. Once a month, you will be allowed to socialize, under supervision.

“You will be allowed one visiting day every 2 weeks, which will be under supervision.

“We dislike doing things like this, but you’ve given us no choice. This is the extreme. You will have no privacy and you will be under supervision at all times. This will last for at least six months. I’ll leave now. This will be your last day as a normal patient. I’m so sorry.”

She left.

With tears in my eyes, I looked at Frank. His face matched how I was feeling.

“I… Frank I…”

“You what Honouris?!” He seemed angry, disappointed.

I flinched back, scared.

He instantly softened.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just, I don’t know how, now I’ve met you, to let you go.” The look on his face matched that one of someone having to give away a puppy.

This was my fault. I had to get better, so I could be with Frank again.

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