"Frank snap out of it." I could see two fingers affront of my face moving quickly. I seemed to gain focus as I narrowed my eyes on my friend Nathan. I looked around swiftly, noticing I was already in the parking lot of my "new home." I never understood how I could even be unstable enough to be put in a Mental facility, but my friends think otherwise.
"Come on, we need to get you comfortable. So you can start your treatment therapy." Nathan says calmly as he makes his way to my door. Nathan seemed to be afraid of me lately, he won't tell me why he even got an outrageous idea to put me in this hell hole. I make my way out of the vehicle as I grab the only suitcase I managed to bring with me.
"Are you still mad over this whole idea?" He kept trying to spark a conversation with me, even though I was pissed to my max.
"This was a pretty dumb idea, Nathan. I didn't ask for you to put me in here, I'm not even crazy! You just love seeing me struggle! This is all a big joke to you! Well I'm not apart of it." I raised my voice at him. I didn't have much to say to him. I had hatred in my eyes. I had my fist clinched tightly. I wasn't even pissed anymore. I was over the thin line between angry and frustrated I seemed to pass both those line straight into the emotionless part. Where you seem to feel nothing at all. Maybe the worse pain you could ever feel, especially when your childhood "best friend." Puts you in a prison for treatment I didn't need.
I just managed to get a glimpse of his eyes, I didn't want to make eye contact. Not after what I said. Nathan didn't take well to arguments. He never took anything lightly. He was too sensitive, but he was my only friend when my dad left around the mere age of six. My mom and I had to move. Dad wanted us gone and he wanted his new slut to move in. My mother took well the to news. She was fine living alone. I even made it without my dad.
I begin my long walk away from Nathan, I looked back at him. He just dragged along behind me, he didn't seem so happy about the situation anymore, his uplifting mood was now a dull speechless grin. I made my way to the first three steps of the facility. They were a solid dark red color. It didn't suit the mood this place made you feel. It was too bright for the occasion.
When I made it up those steps, there was two glass doors. One led to the sign in desk and one was for the nurses and doctors to take out the I suppose "patients" for whatever treatment their doctor wanted them to have.
When I made it inside the front door, I saw a large desk. With a bunch of nurses doing paper work and checking people's progress. Not many people were here to start their new worthless lives. I made my way up to the dark chestnut colored desk. What a surprise, a friendly gestured smile from the nurse.
"Hello. You must be?" She seemed to say her sentence as a question.
" I'm Frank, Frank Iero." I said quite coldly as Nathan made his way up beside me.
"We're signing him in, we can't find him treatment anymore." I just stared over at him still confused on what he was talking about.
"Awh, his old therapist sent me his paperwork not long ago, they told me the basic problems he was having, just sign here for him and we will get him secured and checked in for his treatments." I kept my eyes on Nathan. He seemed guilty for a second as he took the pin in his right hand. He mumbled a 'sorry' to me as he quickly signed his signature.
I saw the nurse stand up, making her way to me.
"Come on, sir." I looked at Nathan speechless as the nurse begin dragging me to the living courters. I watched Nathan wave goodbye as I begin properly walking with the nurse.
Here I was, in a new home and now once more. Alone.
