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Piercing Psychotic Eyes

I Gave You My will, And You Gave Me Thin Blankets

A young man, no older than the age of twenty sauntered around the depraved halls of an institution, as a nurse followed him. He was roughly five foot, and had ink black hair with bangs that curled over his left eye creating a mysterious, yet daring look. His skin wasn't exactly paper white, but he sure wasn't tan either. He was a nice tone in between the two, perhaps olive toned? He had a hole in his lip and nose where his piercings would have been if they would not have forced him to take them out. He also had matching holes on both of his ears from his earnings he had once worn. His stunning hazel eyes that had a thin layer of eyeliner showing that he had forgotten to wash his face, or use makeup remover before falling asleep scanned the room as he walked; searching his surroundings. Yet, what his eyes came across were not exactly what one would consider delightful. Plain pasty white walls, hard titled solid colored floor, people that looked as if they were deceased or gone insane... Just brilliant right?

Frank trembled with gear. Flashbacks bombed his head as he walked through this hell. Everything was white, just one week in here and he would probably go insane, and attempt suicide once again. The walls seemed to close in on him with every step he took. He shifted his feet awkwardly, and swayed closer to the nurse guiding him. As he was just feet away from his room in the corner of his eye he could see a man most likely older than him. He clung to the wall staring at other patients.

Frank turned his head so that he could easily study the man. Raven black hair, almost a shade blacker than Frank's laid an inch or two above his shoulders. His skin was milky indicating he had not seen the sun for almost a decade. His eyebrows were a tad bushy, and a shade lighter than his hair symbolizing he must had been born with a different hair color, but Frank was convinced it would have looked equally amazing on him. His eyes were simply stunning, for they seemed to pierce through everyone's soul. Below the gems imprinted on his face was something else that was of course perfect. His nose fell into a perfect point at the end, and seemed to fit onto his face perfectly. His lips, well damn Frank didn't want to study those with his eyes. Unchapped, pale pink, and just the right size. To sum up the rest of his perfection this man had a slender tall body. He would have towered over Frank if they were to stand next to each other.

This man felt Frank's presence, and gradually looked up with each passing second. By now the man also glared at Frank. Their eyes met, almost stopping time, and changing the mood of the whole facility. Frank couldn't ignore what effect this man's eyes had on him. He could feel them invading in him as if they were an intruder. They crept through his mind feeling as if they were reading each of his thoughts, each of his memories. This made Frank cringe a bit, but he still laid his eyes on him. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't look away. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. It's as if this man's eyes wouldn't let him, they had him almost hypnotized. They had set a trance on Frank, drawing him closer and closer to the man mentally.

A nurse gently pushed him towards his room, swiftly Frank snapped his head forward and gradually walked into his room. Of course the walls were the same color in here, and he was still drowning in a sea of white. He sighed, and held his breath as he took baby steps to his bed. It appeared to be very lengthy, must had been due to the fact that the average adult or teenager must had been above five foot. He laid down, and almost felt lost as his small frame took up less than half of the space surrounding him. He sighed, and thought of how that man he had seen must had fitted on a bed this huge. Was it just the right size for his tallness, or would his feet dangle a few inches over the end? Frank was yanked out of thoughts as thin blankets were handed to him. Him and the nurse exchanged a few more words before she left, slamming the door behind her, and suddenly he was alone. Just like before.

Comments

OH MY GOD AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TwistedKnife TwistedKnife
9/11/13
@zombie--

Thanks :3
piercetheshayo piercetheshayo
9/10/13
@Ariimustdie

Ok thanks c:
piercetheshayo piercetheshayo
9/10/13
@Ariimustdie

Ok thanks c:
piercetheshayo piercetheshayo
9/10/13
Maybe like, frank and gerard could be ordering lunch or something, and then gerard says franks order and then franks all like what wut and and gerards like the voices
Ariimustdie Ariimustdie
9/10/13