I hear my name being called out and Ii look up to see my therapist and I hastily stand up walking over to the door. I could feel Frank staring holes into my back.
"So Gerard how have you been?" She asks closing the door.
I shrug my shoulders. She sighs
"I can't help you if you don't talk to me" She say sitting down.
"I don't know what to say" I mumble out looking down at my shoe laces.
I loud bang came from outside. Gun Fire. I look up at my therapist terrified. This isn't routine what do I do I don't know what to do.
"Gerard" She says quietly. "Go hide in the closet"
I shake my head tears filling my eyes.
"Go!" She say angrily and I do as I'm told walking quickly over to the closet closing the door just barely peeking through. The door to the room flew open Frank standing there gun in hand.
"Where's Gerard?" He asks angrily.
My therapist just stares at him a angry look on her face. My breathing gets heavier as I see the bloody gun in Frank's hand. He smiles creepily at her his eyes wide with craze.
"Can't help me?" He says with a pouty face before shooting her with a bang. "Guess your useless" He says with a cackle.
He looks around the room knocking things of the shelfs one by one. He turns a full circle and my heart stops as he looks at the closet door.
"Oh Geraaard" He calls out walking over and I choke out tears.
He opens the door as I fall to the floor crying. He smiles down at me as I whimper holding up my hands as a white flag.
"Aw baby don't cry" He say making crying motions with his fists gun still in hand.
I continue to cry and his smile turns into a scowl. "Get up" He says sternly.
I stand up sniffling looking at her cold dead body on the ground a bullet right between her eyes. How did he do that? I continue to whimper as he roughly drags me out of the room into the waiting room where several people lay dead. I start to cry harder as I saw a little boy named Henry who came here for separation anxiety. He killed a kid. He killed a kid.
Frank saw me crying harder as I stared at his lifeless body.
"He's not dead" Frank said turning his gaze to the boy.
I choke a gasp looking at him wide eyed.
"If you took one moment to realize most of the people were shot with sleep dart. The only person whos dead is your therapist." He said blankly.
"W-why?" I ask with a hiccup.
"Can't tell you that babe" He says continuing to walk out the door. There was a beaten up old muscle car in the front parkin lot. Frank opened the door throwing me into the backseat before slamming the door.
