GERARDS POV
I woke up in the hospital bed the next morning, I searched for Frank. Nothing. I was beginning to let my thoughts get the best of me, the voices wouldn't stop. There we're no nurses or doctors in the room. I grabbed the sharpest object that I could find and cut. One for Frank, one for the voices, one for mom and dad, one for the hospitals, and one for being alive. I sat there in the hospital bed, waiting for the sweet release of death. The door opened. It was Frank. He stood there, he dropped to his knees and started sobbing. Fuck.
An update who is she???
