Something new.

The wait.

•600 wrds mentions of suicide and death•

Four weeks. Four torturous dread filled weeks since that night existed four weeks frank hasn't slept nor bathed nor eat a proper meal. He became agitated at the man who had hurt em danny so badly to the extent she lays practically lifeless on the gurney that was in front of him.

He began to cry, he began to cry since he'd barely knew this girl in front of him although he loved her he didn't know her only for that brief discussion about her with Ashley that night he took them home.

He felt isolated he ran a hand through his greasy unkept hair and let out a soft trembling sob. He heard a clacking of heels against the hospital tile signaling the nurse coming towards the room he sat in he quickly whipped away his tears with the soft black and white flannel he stayed in since the night danny got ra- he couldn't even think about it unless he wanted to turn into a ball and sob into the floor.

The nurse quietly swept through the room and checked her vital signs unhooking the breathing tube that was placed yin her nostrils she began to look at the bandages on danny's neck that bled through the crucial cuts on her body and throat where a very deep cut specifically made franks blood possibly run colder he shivered with freight.

The nurse began to panic and she rang up a doctor for 'urgent medical attention' frank began to freeze his breathing stopped. Every single hair he had on the back of his neck stood up suddenly.

The doctor ran in once his incoherent eras picked up a specific sentence he knew it was bad the nurse shoved him out telling him to wait in the lounge.

He looked up at the nurse with tear filled eyes that plead 'save her please.' And he walked out of the hospital for the first time in weeks and shoved his back against the side of the cold bricked wall and sobbed he cruised hard into his hands he couldn't do it alone so he called.

He called the only person he knew that could relate to this moment of his crying he didn't want to worry them but he couldn't bear it anymore everything had been fine the last time he spoke to her talking about danny and how beautiful she was and how everything was going to be okay.

but it wasn't.

He tore out a damp cigarette from his pocket and stuck it between his quivering lips and fished out a lighter and lit it up.

His tears almost drenched the cigarette to where it wouldn't light but thankfully he did.

After moments of figuring out solutions he wailed at one particular thought 'what if danny finally died tonight?' He cried harder and he thought that all this was because of him if he didn't take her to the venue and stayed at the apartment that he should've spoke to her more after the show that he needed to step his shit up and should've protected her it was all his fault.

He should just end it. He should just kill himself for what he did just jump off that bridge a few miles back into the cold icy rock filled lake. If anyone actually found out what he was he'd be executed anyways so why not just already do it?

So with that final thought he fished out his phone from his back pocket and called Ashley.