Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

He had been talking with Alice a lot lately, she had been asking about his past. He was pleased with the story he had come up with, and it did seem like she did believe it. It was all going after plan.
He had been going on like this for the past weeks now. And this was the night all the lies, fake smiles and flirting would pay off. She had told him she was going to get him out. She had just said that he had to wait till she came to his room.
That was now four hours ago. He was beginning to lose his patience. He looked up at the television in the corner. It had been on all day, showing him his pale face, showing people judging and talking about his methods. The TV had also been showing Wendy. His lovely Wendy. Also jenny, jenny and Wendy side by side. Talking about his abuse, though Wendy had been awfully quiet.

Alice finally came to his room. She smiled at him. Her big white beautiful smile. “Hi Gee! Ready to get the Frick out of here?” he sat up and nodded “of course sweetie” She picked up a key and uncuffed his legs. He hadn’t been walking much the past weeks, only on small walks around in the halls with Alice.
He got down from the bed and looked down at her white smile “You got my clothes?” He looked at her without any emotion in his face.
She lost her smile a little. “Umm… n-no… They had thrown away your clothes.” She looked at her hands while saying this. “That’s why I was gone so long…”
She pulled some clothes out of the bag she was holding.
“I bought you some new ones!” she said with a huge smile.
It was black skinny jeans, an Iron Maiden t-shirt and a black leather jacket.
“You sure do think of everything don’t you sweetie?” he smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Oh you know! I try!” she giggled. He grabbed the clothes and got changed.

**
Alice had made a good job at getting him out un-noticed. They were now walking up the long way to his lovely home and asylum. Alice was holding his hand and was skipping next to him. Ugh.
He looked up at the asylum, it looked different. The paint was new and white; the windows weren’t broken and looked shining new.
He slowed down a bit looking at the building. “Something wrong Gee?” Alice’ voice said next to him. “Something isn’t right here sweetie…” he could feel her grip tighten. They were right in front of the front door now. He looked at Alice as she knocked. After some minutes a man opened the door. “Hello? Can I help you?” The rather short man said. “Are you the new owner?” Alice’ light voice asked, she made herself as cute as possible. “I Alice and this is John!” She even had a name for him, how sweet.

“Um, yes... I’m Frank Iero...”

Notes

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