The Beginning - Frank

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When it happened, he was with his parents. He knew that he had messed up. Bad.

They were going to their local grocery store, ready for Frank to go to his interview. He was nervous. You'd think he wouldn't freak out as much as he did, but it was apparently what had to happen. He could remember it vividly; the room, the amount of time, the people, all down to the very spot he was standing in. They were walking to the back room for him to get interviewed, and he was told that his parents couldn't come with. His mind went out with questions. Was the boss going to hurt him? Where was he going? Would if there's a robbery? All of these scenarios fitting perfectly.

He then noticed his breathing, his breaths getting heavier the deeper his nails sunk into his skin. Then he started scratching his arm, his left arm with his right hand. The bright tint to his skin broke soon and blood was forming, but he kept scratching. Anything to take his mind off of it, right?

His mother screamed, his father ran towards him, they didn't know his anxiety was this bad.

"Call 911!" his father yelled, everything was frantic.

Frank couldn't handle himself, everyone was moving towards him, he couldn't breathe anymore.

And then it all went black.

xXXx

Frank woke up in a white room. He sat up quickly, not knowing where he was. His eyes got larger when the door started to open. In came a young man, in white. The man made eye contact with Frank, "where am I? What's going on? Where are my parents?" Frank wanted answers. Now.

"Sir, you need to calm down. You're in Clara Maass Medical Center, you had an episode, and your parents are in the waiting room. Do you want me to go get them?" Nurse guy asked patiently. Frank nodded.

"Okay, then you need to calm down," said the nurse. Frank nodded again.

The nurse left the room. Soon after, Frank's parents came in, followed by a doctor.

"Frankie, honey, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" His mother asked worriedly. Frank didn't know what was even going on, he remembers all of what happened but he doesn't know why everyone was freaking out as much as they were.

"I'm fine, Mom, really. Do you know when we can go home?" He asked, already hating the environment.

"Well, son," His father responded, "your mother and I thought it'd be best if you stayed somewhere for a while, just for a few months."

Frank didn't understand, his eyebrows furrowed, "Where? Why can't I come home with you?"

"I promise, son, we'll visit you, and we'll send letters and we'll call. We just want what's best for you. This is so that you can get better." His mother started to cry, "I'm so sorry, Frankie."

Just then, three men came into the room. "Frank you're going to go with these men," Frank's father explained.

"Don't worry, Frank, Creedmoor is a very good environment for its patients. You'll be able to make friends, and you get three meals a day and and your parents can visit you, and you get phone calls to call them!" The assumable doctor is trying very hard to make me think that it'll be a fun experience, but Frank knows that he won't be seeing his parents every day.

"What's Creedmoor?" Frank asks.

"Creedmoor is a Psychiatric facility where you will be staying" Doctor guy explained.

"You think I'm crazy?" Frank whispered, feeling betrayed. "You think I'm crazy?" he repeated, raising his voice.

The two other men, made Frank get up, holding his arms in case he resists. Frank's mother cries, "I'm so sorry, Frankie."

Frank was dragged past his parents, out into the waiting room. Civilians staring at him, a woman holding onto her child as if Frank would hurt them.

xXXx about 3 years later xXXx

Doctor Toro was telling Frank a way to help coax his brain into cooperating with him when he got a phone call.

"Frank, i'm sorry, but our session is going to have to end a bit early. I'm sorry."

Frank wasn't very happy about that, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, so he just said,"Okay, it's fine," and walked out.



A/N

Heyy it's noonewantstodie, and like Montahna said, she and I will be writing it, but the main creator who came up with the idea is MadiaLynn. You should go follow her and Montahna, they're great people. Let them know how great they are because why not.

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