Set Francis Free

Prologue: The Letter

A/N ~ Just got an editor for this & the first chapter. Hope you enjoy reading my story.

- Robert

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Francis wondered what he was supposed to write for this last exercise. And when he asked Darla what she wanted him to write she just said to write whatever was in his heart and mind. Whatever that meant. Finally, he picked up his pen, and started to write to himself.

Dear Happy Future Me,

Hey. It's me, well, the old you. I'm here writing to you because I'm being forced to for my last session. We have to throw all our goals together for the next year. It'll be a hopefully happier year when you/I get this so I'll try to write pretty. Here I go.

There is no point in fighting this storm inside of me. The sorrow that I feel is unbearable, it's been practically killing me for two years already. I try countless times to conceal the storm, but I can't.

I tried to be the most perfect person that you all wanted me to be, but don't you see what it has turned me into? A hopeless teenager with their only friend being a therapist.

My mind is clogged with bad thoughts, (as the ol' shrink would say) I need someone to just start plunging on my brain just to get rid of them. School is shit, life is unfair, and my stomach needs a McChicken right now to conquer my undying hunger.

Remember your distractions that our shrink told you. Do shit you like to do. Stuff like Eating, poetry, and drawing.

Other distractions that my shrink said I should use were reading, walk the cat, and surprisingly she even said TV. Of course nothing with triggering plotlines that'll make me think bad thoughts, or anything that would influence me to take a huge step backwards. Darla is always so careful about those sort of things.

TV is barely triggering for me because simply their emotions are never real. They're acting therefore pretending to feel. I respect that. I admire them since I am always pretending to be fine when I'm not. Maybe I'm cut out to become an actor after all.

I guess this is where I write the happy stuff to you. Future goals that I have are making new friends (since our old ones sucked), and mostly, I want to get better as a person. I really do, but what else can you do when you're stuck?

I'm going to miss our shrink, Darla. I still need her to help me. I have no one else to talk to; I never have anyone to talk to. It stinks that these five sessions are only what mom could afford.

I'm sorry that this is such a short letter...

Hopefully, I'll see Darla again.

And, Hopefully, you and me both are once again content someday during this long anxious year.

Love, Francis

P.S "Carpe Diem"