moonstruck » frerard a.u

ch.2

august 3rd, 2004

gee,

i think im okay now, I should be. ive admitted to myself that you're just taking a vacation and you'll be back soon and this is just a sick twist to test me, to see if i can hold up and the second i can everything will be fine. i can! im functioning, my body is moving and im working and cleaning the house when I get home. all your makeup is in the same drawer you left it, your sweaters still in their places on closet hooks. im shoving food down my throat and taking hot showers until i nearly bleed to make sure im clean. im not dirty, baby. even if you ruined me.

                     love,
                          frank."

All Frank wanted to do was to get high. God, he needed a fix- he needed a distraction from all the bullshit buzzing around him. He hadn't tried any since his college days, needing to be clean for job interviews and different screenings. It hurt for the first few months, cigarettes barely cutting it with release. The dude was broke at the moment, his thin paycheck not being handed to him in the clinic, yet he didn't want to ache for any longer. One hit wouldn't hurt.