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"So why is it that you're in here? I have seen a every single variation of how murderers come, but you don't seem to fit into any of the categories. Who did you kill and how brutal was it? Or should I really be asking: how many did you kill and in what time frame did you manage to do it?" Frank asks suddenly to break the silence between us. The fact that he had skipped the whole subject of family and what my brother had done, he didn't seem to bring it up again just yet, not wanting to upset me about it all over again.
Frank was certainly a curious kid, he wanted to know everything, he wanted to know the details but at the same time, he don't really want to upset me by it. Frank wanted to know me, to find things out about me and to get close to me. The only way for him to do find out things about me was to question the fuck out of me as if there was no tomorrow. Honestly, I couldn't find a problem with that, I didn't care whether he wanted to be my friend or not. If I had his protection as well as Brendon's, that was one step closer to being safe here and one step away from getting hurt by other patients.
"I don't exactly know what it was that I supposedly done. All I remember is them screaming and shouting as they surrounded the house and entered, they kept yelling as they stormed through the hallway and kicked my door down. They pointed guns at me and continued to scream at me to keep me from moving. I didn't know what to do as they manhandle me out of the house and into a van. It happened fast, it wasn't something I had expected to happen when I was slitting on my bed just drawing. Apparently I was fighting when they finally decided to bring me here, that's why I have the stitches on my forehead. I didn't do anything."
I raise my fingers and start to gently touch the wound, "What was it that you done to land yourself a spot in here? Or do I not wanna know what it is?" I ask and Frank chuckles at me, the sound of him shuffling around in his cell obvious before I heard a slight huff of air leave Frank's lips, "You might start looking at me in a completely different light. I done something that a lot of people want to kill me for and I guess it's something that's hard to suck up, y'know?"
I bite down on my bottom lip as I take in how serious Frank sounded, how he probably regretted whatever it was that he had done, "I mean, I would probably do it all over again. It was therapeutic for me. It got all of my anger out without me having to hold back on it." Just Frank saying that, my whole view on the boy and what I had originally thought of him. He felt no remorse for his victims that he hurt, "Did... Did you rape anyone? Please don't let yourself be a rapist, that's when I will begin to hate your guts."
"That's one thing I'm certainly not. Even the truly insane people in here know that rape is fuckin' wrong. All the people here that have been known to be rapists, they had the shit beaten out of them regularly. I think they got what they deserved, they don't have the right to wreck someone's life like that and actually let them live with the fact that someone had done that to them." Frank pauses and makes a sound of disgust, "Rapists are disgusting, the literal scum of the Earth."
"You say that about rapists, but you're a killer, a lot of people in this place are murderers. They didn't have the right to take away someone's life like they did, they shouldn't have the power to control life or death for someone else."
"At least murderers don't let their victims stay alive with the thought of what was done to them. In a way, murderers sympathise with their victims, they see when they can't hack it and they end it all for them. There are the sick fucks that drag out the death but they still end it for them. Rape victims have that dirty feeling, they go through the rest of their life feeling dirty, their body is dirty, all I saw was dirty, everyone else saw that I was dirty. It wasn't something I wan- I would want for someone." Frank stutters at the end, my eyes widen when I replay what he said in my head, really catching up with what he said.
"Did you murder your rapist?" I ask slowly, not even certain that I should let Frank know I wasn't that dumb and that I figured out he was a rape victim. Instead of him flipping his shit and getting mad at me, or even worse, having a break down without me being about to calm him down and comfort him, Frank laughs, "Rapists. Yeah, I slaughtered them. It was fucking vitalising, I wouldn't stop myself from doing it a thousand times again, this place will never change my view on my murders. I fucking loathed those men, those pretentious dicks, going home to a loving wife or girlfriend, pretending to be straight when they raped a boy. They took my sanity and innocence, I took their life."
"You don't deserve to be here for getting revenge. They deserve to be rotting in a cell, knowing that they ripped something away from someone that couldn't ever be restored." Frank laughs at me again, sounding somewhat manic. He calms down and stops laughing after a few seconds and lets out a happy sigh, "Oh Gerard, I didn't stop there. I told you, it got my anger out, it made me feel brilliant. Those dicks done something to me and no one even wanted to believe me, they all thought I was lying. When they found out they rapists were dead, they seemed to accept it but still went after me,"
"No, I didn't have much luck in terms of attacks." Frank pauses as he shuffles around a bit more, a few seconds passing by before there was the sound of a match being struck, "A group of kids followed me into the forest one night, obviously thinking they were gonna find a load of money on me, maybe something to smoke if they were lucky. I think the easiest way for me to say this is, I was the only one that walked out of the forest that night. I ripped those boys to shreds."
"So that's where you came in with the insanity."
