I'm Not Okay. I Promise.

Chapter Four: Tell Me Where We Go From Here.

Frank's eyes focused on the glass that was in front of him. He focused on nothing more than that one thing. He let his hand pass over the gleaming invisible structure, closing his eyes softly as if taking in the feeling of it's amazingly smoothness.

I on the other hand just wanted to get out of this place. It had been two weeks since our incident, and now I just felt like I wanted to leave all the remnants of it behind us. They needed to be forgotten and left alone in a dark ally where nothing could get to them. I sighed, watching Frank's actions with a small, sympathetic look.

"Hey," I started, grabbing Frank's arm with an irritated tone as I tugged on it softly. "Look. We have to go. You can go home now. The doctors say that you were well behaved." I said, offering him the best smile that I can without tearing up. He looked at me, his questioned look spoke for him.

When Frank jumped, he'd hit his head pretty hard, knocking his brain about. The doctors thought that he might have been okay, but when he woke up - he wasn't able to remember anything. They thought that maybe the amnesia was going to wear off, so they kept him a few extra weeks to keep an eye on him. They'd discharged him about two hours ago, but now he just wouldn't leave. "Frank...Please. We need to go.." I tried again, having to make sure he understood what I said because he still couldn't fully remember his name. Or anything else for that matter.

I watched as Frank's hand trailed from the glass too the wall, caressing the tile softly with a soft sigh. I knew he didn't want to go. The Medical Hospital had transferred him to Sunny Hills Institute, a hospital for the crazy. I didn't think that he would ever need to be here, for real anyway. When we were younger, we used to joke about and say how that's where we would end up sooner or later, but I never took it seriously. I watched as Frank turned to me, his eyes full of questions that I wouldn't have the answers to. At least not right now. "Why do we have to go?" He asked, frowning slightly at the question as he sighed.

I watched as Frank rubbed his eyes tiredly, giving a soft yawn. "Because Frankie..." I murmured, doing my best to talk to him the nicest that I could at the moment. "You aren't sick anymore. Well, none that the doctors can help with..." I assured him, biting at my lip with a sigh. I knew that I should still be angry, but once I heard the news, that Frank wouldn't remember me anymore - my anger was put on pause and I knew I had to turn into Big Brother again. Even though my feelings were much different toward Frank, I knew I had to ignore them, knowing we'd never be the same again, all because I had to turn my back on him.

Frank sighed, nodding softly as he hugged himself tight. I knew that, even though he looked the same on the outside; small, vulnerable, and perfect, he would never be the same again on the inside. I think that's what killed me the most about all of it.

After a good ten more minutes of arguing with Frank, I was able to get him into the car, Mikey in the front passenger seat, ready to welcome him back into society. Even though Frank wouldn't have known what that meant. I watched in the rear view mirror as Frank's expression grew hesitant and weary. Frowning softly, I decided to speak up. I promised myself that Mikey wouldn't have to find out right away about Frank's new condition, but I knew now that that wasn't an option. I took a deep breath, shifting in my seat slightly before pulling out of Sunny Hills parking lot. Security wall all over the place and I never expected something like this to be happening.

I cleared my throat, "Frank...This is Mikey...He's my brother..." I murmured, glancing over to see Mikey's confused face. He bit his lip, looking over at me, his expression changing automatically. He had a look of hurt as everything seemed to soak in.

"N-No way..." He murmured, his head shaking as he turned around to see Frank glancing out, pressed up against the window like a child at the beach for the first time. "No..." He murmured, shaking softly as he caught his breath in his chest.

I hushed him, reaching over and taking my baby brother's hand with a sympathetic look on my face. "We'll talk about this later...When he's not around." I informed Mikey, squeezing softly. As I drove, my gaze kept falling to the rearview mirror to glance at the one who used to be my best friend. I once said I'd wished that I wanted him to disappear forever. I still remember the last words I'd heard him say on the last night I'd seen him. 'Consider it done.'

Who knew that I'd regret something that I'd said. Especially to Frank - with everything we'd been through, and now I was wishing that it would have been me in the end. I just wanted my best friend back, the one I could count on when I needed it. The one I loved more than anything on this Earth.