Dispirited. ✂❤ (Frerard)

A Surge of Recklessness & Top Notch Park Bench Observations.

* trigger warning,there is a mention of self-harm in this chapter if you are uncumfortable hearing about it or are triggered by the mentioning of it PLEASE DO NOT READ*

Chapter four! "A Surge Of Recklessness & Top Notch Park Bench Observations"

 (oh btw, I make every title of the chapters, I really hope you like them,I try my best with them, and they're really fun)

Dev's "Monster" on the side! NOT MY SONG, ALL CREDITS TO DEV.

Enjoy! :)

~

I woke up at home, tucked in my bed. There were tons of pillows holding up my head, and a glass of water at my bedside table.

I remember what happened very clearly, I heard voices, saw that same creepy man again, freaked the fuck out, then felt people pinning me down before I fell asleep.

I fell asleep.

Well that confirms my suspicions I guess, that metal object must have been a syringe, and whatever they injected me with made me pass the fuck out.

I sat up in my bed, pushing the douvet off of my body. I checked my phone too see I had tons of missed calls, and a shit ton of fucking messages. I was too tired to reply to all of my worried friends at the moment, so I got up from my bed and headed downstairs.

"Mom?" I called out, rounding the corner of the hallway where it met the living room. She was sat on the couch drinking tea, and watching the news but didn't seem to be paying to much attention to it.

She looked up at me,relief seemed to flood her eyes. I don't know what for, but it seemed evident.

probably because you're a fucking freak a voice said.

"Oh, my Frankie!" she said getting up and hugging me really tight. She pulled away a little, grabbing my face in her hands and making me look at her.

"You feeling any better?" She asked him.

Not really Frank thought, his face blank.

He knew better than to tell someone that though, It'd only worry them, and he already was enough of  a dissapointment.

"Yes." he replied to his mother, and she let go of his face, giving him another quick hug.

"I'm cooking dinner right now, It'll be done around the time dad gets back from work, okay?" she asked. He silently nodded.

"I think i'm just gonna go upstairs" he said pointing with one finger towards the direction of the stairs, eyes set on his mom to see if she was okay with it.

he is an ustable freak of a son,afterall.

She just chorused a quick "of course, sweetie" and gave him a kiss on the forehead,before he set off back to his room.

He didn't know what to do, so he just sat on his bed thinking, like usual. He was prone to overthinking, all he did was think,think,think.

he heard the beeps of his phone, but ignored his friends and shut off his phone. Of course he didn't want to worry them, but now wasn't the right time.

He was feeling that weird emotion he felt after a breakdown, it was almost sadistic. He'd be extremely happy sometimes too 

- but in completely wrong times though, like he would for example accidentally prick himself while shaving, but he'd smile because he liked that it brought him pain.