leATHERMØUTH -frerard-

Sunsets Are For Muggings

"Can you tell me more about these dreams?"

No. I would not.

The only reason I was here in this cell of a hospital room was because my mother was afraid. She saw me come home covered in blood and she made me come here.

Being sat in front of someone wasn't the bad part. It was being sat in front of someone wearing a white coat, their blonde hair pinned back, and glasses hanging off their nose in a scrutinizing way.

"You need to tell me more about your dreams to pass these tests."

"I've already passed them all." I scanned her clipboard for my passing results.

They were there.

She hid her clipboard, "Fine."

The truth was, was that I lied on ever single one of those tests. Now they just think my mother is delusional. I loved switching tables like that.

"Can you tell me why you look upset?"

"No."

"Is it about him?"

I stood up suddenly and peered at her from across her desk, "You leave him out of this."

She wasn't phased and I growled, "It's completely fine for that subject to be sensitive. He was close to you and any loss of a person close to you must hurt."

She could never know what I had done.

I sat back down and she sighed, "You can always talk-" a beeping, "looks like your session is over."

What form of payment will you use this session?

"What form of payment will you use for this session?"

"Insurance."

She did the math in her head, "That still leaves 30 dollars."

I dug the money out from my pocket and slammed it one the desk, smirking. She counted it, nodding once she knew it was all there. I scoffed. I may have been filled head to toe with overwhelming pain, but I wasn't cheap. She looked up at me and made a bored face. That was my queue.

I stood up and left.

She just didn't get it. Life isn't a game. It's a fight. It always has been. I never met anyone who gave a shit about me. The one person I thought did, didn't. But I believed in whatever we had... He had made me feel like I fit in somewhere, but in reality I blended in and stuck out. I was a paradox.

"Frank, wait!" I heard her call.

"What?"

"I just got the real results back..." she pulled me back into her office, "you have to be committed."

"I-I what?!" I got furious.

Two people came in, asking me to come with them politely. I lashed out. I dug through my pocket and pulled my knife out, swiping it open. The doctor gasped.

"Sir, you have to come with us. Your mother has agreed to this prior to your session." One of them said.

"You'll never take me alive."

And with that I cut the one that had spoke's throat and he choked on his own blood, falling to his knees. The doctor gasped and screamed, but I locked the door. The other of the two tried to hold me down, but I sliced his hand, causing him to back away. I jabbed him right in the kidney and pulled out, watching him fall to his knees as well.

"What are you doing!?"

And then I killed her, too.

"You'll never catch me alive," I breathed, "because I'm already dead inside."