Demolition lovers...

The end

(Trigger warning, may be triggering for certain individuals)

One day... When I was a little kid, I remember looking in the mirror, the first time I'd seen myself and could actually understand what I was seeing. My reflection stared back and I was fascinated by his sly smirk at me, I could feel myself making expressions to him and he would mirror them back.

Ultimately one could see it as me making silly faces in a mirror but to me I was having a conversation with another person in an alternate reality, we could talk forever without actually talking. And it was always such a mysterious thing, I was in awe of it.

I bring this up because quite honestly I don't look in the mirror anymore with that same fascination, I only see my reflection and not that exciting spirit on the other side.

I've lost the excitement... The innocence.
Some people can only wonder what it's like to lose that part of themselves.

But here I was, only half of my former self.
I grew up... But I was forced to do so.

Frank was the excitement, he had rejuvenated my curiosity and lead me to find it once again. Frank had restored my fascination with the mirror, everything I wanted to know.
He made me feel young again, like an angsty, naive teenager again.
He... brought me back to life. I hadn't lived for a long time, I've really just moved through each day in a haze.

But it's because of him that I found the strength within myself to go on.

Now that strength had disappeared, now I was a bloody, bruised mess laying on that same cold floor I would even dare to call "home" because it felt as though I had been here so many times before that it was my default.

Frank was the only part of me that made sense.

Who am I without you?

I got used to feeling like a waste of space, now I was back to feeling that way.

The man who just abused me laughed and exited the room. His laugh was menacing, his touch was chilling... And now, again, it was on my skin.

I raced for the door and let myself out, it was unlikely he would come back as he hadn't locked me up this time. Sorta a hit and run I guess.

Now the only thing on my mind was getting out of this place, by any means necessary.

I sadly dragged myself to my dorm, just about ready to end it.

I had started packing, not bothering to shut the door and instead focusing on finishing my packing.

I heard two quiet knocks and turned to face Frank.
He was waiting for me to turn around.

"Hey Gerard" he smiled at me.

I ignored him and turned back to my suitcase to pack the rest of my things. Then I shut the case roughly, slamming it to take out my frustration.

He came up behind me and I started to shake as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hey" he greeted. I didn't hug him back but instead remained distant. Finally I couldn't distract myself from him and exclaimed a rude "What!"

Frank nodded and asked "Where were you?" and followed it with "I was so worried"

I continued to ignore him and he tugged at my shirt. I rolled my eyes and zipped up the suitcase.

"None of your business" I replied.

Frank grabbed my hand to stop me and rose his voice "IT IS MY BUSINESS"

I rattled him off, my hands still shaking from my previous session with father Keith. Nothing came out of my mouth and we were shrouded with silence again.