Maybe things do get better

Chapter 2

Frank POV:
"W-what...". My head spun full of questions,why was I being evaluated? Why did they need to get a psychiatrist down here? I looked up to Dr Stump with confusion and he was quick to simplify his statement
"Dr wentz will be in, in a moment and I'll leave you with him and then after about an hour I'll come back and he will discuss with me what you spoke to him about, then we'll get a psychiatrist down here to evaluate you to see if there is a diagnosis for you and after the evaluation is complete we will see where to go from there." He finished his speech.

As soon as an awkward silence fell over the two of us the sound of a soft knock followed by the opening of the door revealed Dr Wentz, I quickly shifted my gaze to the floor not making eye contact. "Good morning Frank" I made no effort to respond. After a few exchange whispers between the two doctors, Dr Stump left the room and Dr wentz replace his seat he was previously in.

"Alrighty Frank, do you want to talk me about what happened earlier at your house?" I stayed silent the less he knew the better, "take you time, you can tell me as much or as little as you like", why was he trying to get me to talk he wasn't a psychiatrist or therapist so why should I speak to him when he cannot even help me. I continued to stare at the floor fumbling with my hands to stop them from shaking, which by the way was not working, I eventually heard a sigh come from the older male and papers shuffling around. I looked up to see him holding a file with 'Frank Anthony iero, Jr.' written on the front, my body froze what do they already know about me?

Dr Wentz spoke up again "Frank in your folder I have here I have basic knowledge of your and your past mental health, I'd like to talk to you about your past suicide attempt, that happened on April 9th earlier this year, and how that happened and if it was from the same triggers as your recent one." When he finished his speech I looked him in the eyes, and nodded slowly because I knew this would happen either way if it was with Dr Wentz or a psychiatrist.

My leg starting bouncing up and down on the floor, "okay Frank, so what happened back on April 9th, take the time you need okay", I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out where whimpers. I tired again " i-it was m-my boyfriends birthday and w-we went out for a me-al but v-v...voices in my head told me he hated and me and was just u-using me". I stuttered out, Dr Wentz looked impressed that I spoke to him and continued to write notes in my file, he hummed.  "Alright okay, and was it the voices that taunted you to this most recent attempt?" I nodded slowly with tears in my eyes.

After an hour was up with Dr Wentz, Dr Stump knocked on the door and entered, and they started whispering and Dr Wentz showed Dr Stump the notes he wrote during his conversation with me, and they both hummed and nodded. "Frank, we're going to discuss with your now psychiatrist about this and then we'll send him down here okay ?"  I hummed in acknowledgement. Another knock was heard upon the door and the doctors open the door revealing Officer Trohman, he came closer to me and bent down to whisper in my ear "you okay bud?" I looked at him and nodded. "I gotta take you to your room while the doctors discuss your situation with your psychiatrist", I got up onto my feet and followed him out the door down the white corridors.

When we got to 'my' room, Officer Trohman opened the door and I wentz to sit on my bed expecting him to just leave however he came and sat next me, "you sure you alright bud? Your shaking quite a lot"
I nodded my head and lay down he rubbed my leg and then got up, " I'll be back later to take you to meet your psychiatrist" and with that he left. I spent the next few hours staring at the ceiling, I didn't have my phone on me because it had been left in mine and Gerards bed room at home so I lay there looking up into nothing but pure white.

Hours later Officer Trohman came back to take me to meet my psychiatrist, yeh I was nervous and my anxiety kicked in however I continued to follow the Officer down the corridor and into an elevator. "You'll be alright, just speak to him okay." He put his hand on my back to comfort me and it calmed me a down a little but not much, the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I was guided out by Officer Trohman to the office.

We eventually reached the office and the Officer knocked on the door three times to acknowledge the psychiatrist that we had arrived, the door was opened and a tall, tattooed man stood before me, I admit his first impression scared me he looked intimidating...