Frank's pov:
I'm not mental.
Right?
My brain spun with words, most of the words I couldn't even make out to be words. Squiggles of nonsense paraded in my mind. Just mumbling and groaning is all I heard. It was torture basically.
Leave me alone!
I screamed into the walls.
My thoughts stabbed into my brain cells and leaked into my head where my mind's eye could see them clearly.
People would say I had a way with words but I know that's not the truth. I was troubled. Even I knew that.
But, despite the fact. I still felt I shouldn't be in here. I guess that's what they all say though. 'Were not supposed to be here' they would say. The crazy people that is. I'm not one of them. I am intellectual and NOT mental.
That's what you think.
my brain spluttered.
Leave me alone!
You see, this was my mind.
This was the mind of Frank Iero.
I was a fuck up whether I liked it or not.
A delinquent.
And I was useless.
Worthless in fact.
No one would ever want to go near me again once I got out of this place. They would soon find out the fact that I was forced into a cage and kept prisoner of not only my mind but these four walls that I couldn't leave.
Once they found that out. I'd be dead meat.
After thinking for a good hour or so, something or should I say...someone popped into my scattered head.
Gerard.
Fuck I completely forgot!
He probably hates you.
My mind was right...there was no denying it.
"Please don't leave me."
I whispered sadly into the White washed walls.
He's already gone.
The voices pushed and squeezed their way into my mind like a knife making an indent in its victim.
Your being stereotypical
The voices laughed as I started rocking back and forth in my tiny room like madman.
My laughs echoed through the walls, bouncing off my ear drums and exiting through each and every wall into each of the other cells that surrounded me.
You won't last long. You are useless. You won't survive here. Pussy. Kill yourself.
"If I could kill myself I would, but what is there to use in a place like this?" I stuttered without giving it a second thought.
I heard some faint foot steps tap tap tap along the corridor outside my room.
Then a muffled voice talking to another voice.
As the foot steps came closer the voices also edged closer to my ears.
I began to hear them clearly.
"The patients need something to eat Lyndsey!"
A low female voice said. She seemed frustrated.
This so called 'Lyndsey ' replied within seconds. "Okay then kitty, whatever."
"Don't call me kitty, only my friends call me that." The stubborn one snapped. She must have been Lyndsey's boss or something.
"Sorry." The cowardly girl mumbled.
"Just leave it okay." Kitty growled.
"Whatever" the younger one stated.
I saw a tray slide through a little slit in the door, indicating that food was In front of me.
Finally.
