"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

When eighteen-year-old Brendon Urie is admitted to a mental hospital, he's forced to deal with his many issues, along with his schizophrenic roommate, Ryan.

(Warning: this story WILL contain graphic language, violence, drug use, and sexual situations, please don't read if you aren't prepared for that. also, I am in no way glorifying mental illnesses or traumatic life events, but I wanted a story with no morals.) Chance loves her job at the corner book store. Frank loves books. Is it as simple as that? No, it rarely ever is. You'd be amazed what you find out about a person when their paths cross daily. You'd be amazed, What the fingers that turn the pages of a book have done, What the eyes that scan the ink printed on the paper have seen. You'd be shocked.

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues