There's no time here. No calendars, no clocks, nothing. Only schedules and instructions, and it drives me completely off the wall.
Breakfast after you wake up, group therapy after breakfast, classes after group, lunch, after classes, free time/individual therapy sessions after classes, dinner after free time/individual therapy sessions, quiet time after dinner, and then to bed. It's all scripted, from what we say to what we do. Even how we fucking eat is scripted ("pills, veggies, main course, fruits, dessert in that order, please"). Like I said; off the wall.
Every day was the same, with minor breakthroughs and major breakdowns.
This was no psych ward.
This was hell.
(Hello, if you're reading this (which I don't quite expect anyone too; I'm mostly doing this because I love writing)! c: Anyway, this entry is more of an introduction like every story has. More will be coming soon, probably in the next couple days. Love you and thank you so much for reading!!)
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Off The Wall.
FanfictionFrank Iero is terrified of his own mind. Placed in a treatment facility to "cure" his destructive behavior, he goes out of his way to not think and to simply act. When Gerard, the older, silent new boy at the facility shows an interest in Frank, the...
