Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

"So Frank, tell me about these voices you hear." Said the doctor sitting across the room from Frank in a large leather armchair, a notepad in hand and an old voice recorder on the small coffee table beside him. Frank himself was sitting cross legged on the cliche sofa-bed that all shrinks seem to have in their offices.
He had been locked in that place for three weeks now, but to him it felt like longer, like time was never going by.

On his first day, after being the last one to finish his lunch - if you could call it that - he was escorted out of the empty food court by the same nurse who had first welcomed him into the building, the same nurse who's name he had forgotten now. she took him to the recreation room where all the other patients were already forming a line in front of two nurses holding a tray filled with small paper cups, containing their various medication.

Frank was about to go stand in line like the others, when the nurse stopped him.
"You don't need to go just yet Frank." She had said, when he looked at her with a questioning gaze she explained further. "We don't know the extent of your illness yet, so it would be pretty silly to prescribe medicine you don't need. So this afternoon you have an appointment to talk to doctor Makenzie, and by tomorrow you will be able to join the others in your recovery." She finished smiling brightly.

"So now you can rest all you want, you must of had a really long journey." She gave his shoulders a quick squeeze, then left him on his own. So Frank was left to wander around the large room; though not as large as the food court, it had a row of windows on one side and like in the food were barred by metal grates, barely letting any light in. Facing the windows was a sort of living area, a large couch and two armchairs with a narrow coffee table between them.

The rest of the room had here and there game tables with about three chairs each. Across the room, parallel to the living area, was a tiny T.V. with a chair in front and beside it an antique record player, which was at the moment empty. There wasn't much else in it, the tables had various games of cards or checkers strewn across the tops.

He wondered around the place trying to find anything that would be even mildly entertaining, as one by one the patients that took their pills took their place in various parts of the room. Some stared at him as the passed, but most just seemed preoccupied in themselves. He decided to just sit on the couch, next to an old woman who was cradling a doll with the head of a stuffed squirrel instead of a normal human one, cooing at it as if it were real.

That's how he spent the next few hours, just watching people around him; if he was being honest he was scared, here he was locked up in a place he didn't belong, the things he saw were real; but that's probably what everyone here said.

Pretty soon the time flew by and he was being called out again by another male nurse who silently led him across the never ending halls, up a flight of stairs, and into an office where a man in a white doctor's coat was waiting for him. He introduced himself as doctor Makenzie and made sure Frank was comfortable on the sofa-bed, before he started asking simple questions, such as "How was your first day here", "Are you enjoying the entertainment provided in the recreation room", "Are you getting along with the other patients" and so on, all of which Frank answered as truthfully as he could.

"Very well then Frank; now, on to business." The doctor had said once he finished answering. "I've been told you committed a serious crime, the murder of an innocent young man." He then accused.
"It was an accident, I was trying to defend myself, I didn't think he would hit his head so hard." Frank immediately blurted out. It was a line he had said so many times, and he would keep repeating it for a very long time.

The doctor looked at him in a very scrutinizing way, his eyes squinted a little.
"I've also been told you often hear voices." Frank shut his eyes tight; of course it would come around to that.
"They're not voices, they're people, or they used to be people."
"So when did these apparitions start?" The doctor asked scribbling things down on the paper.
"They're not apparitions, they've been there ever since I can remember." He answered through gritted teeth.
"How did people act around you when you mentioned these delusions?"

And that's how it went on for the next hour. Frank kept trying to convince doctor Makenzie that what he saw was real, and that the death of Matt had nothing to do with it, it was an accident; though the doctor was now convinced that the 'delusions' Frank was experiencing were what caused him to kill, if anything it was expected to happen.

The next day went about the same; he was woken up at 8:00 AM and taken with all the other patients to the food court to eat a quick breakfast of bad tasting oatmeal and then taken to the recreation room where once again he spent his time sitting in a corner looking around at everyone and the way they behaved. After lunch he was given his first dose of medication, like everybody else. they didn't tell him what the three little pills were, just said they would help.

So he took them. The only time he spent in his room was after dinner when they would be left to sleep. The next few weeks progressed in the same routine, except that every three days Frank would have to visit his doctor who would try to convince him of his madness. What was worse is that in those three weeks nobody had come to see him, not even his parents.

True, the hospital was a long way from home but nothing stopped them from picking up the phone to see how he was for five minutes. The most sensible answer that Frank could come up with, was that nobody cared about him and just forgot of his existence, which unfortunately was the truth. When he came to that conclusion he realized how alone he felt.

Perhaps the only good thing that happened since he came to Septon hospital was that he hadn't seen any dead people walk about, or had any kind of vision. Perhaps the pills were working. Perhaps he really was mad like everyone thought. These were the kinds of thoughts that would keep him up at night; he would have believed them, if it wasn't for the events that happened today.

He was in doctor Makenzie's office, who would start every session with the same question. Today Frank stayed silent, he didn't feel to well and he had begun to forget things, small things of no real importance like the name of his first dog or the name of the town his mother grew up in. It was the pills that had begun to work their way into his system, but he didn't know this.

"Frank?" The doctor asked when he didn't answer.
"You should know by now, I say the same thing every time." He finally whispered.
"One day you'll say something different and it will be a breakthrough." Makenzie answered. Right then a thought distracted Frank.
"Who are the two men that take me around the place?" He asked.

"Excuse me?"
"It's always those two. I don't even need escorts, I just walk with everyone else." He said.
"Why? Robin and Jackson are two excellent men who have done a lot to help." He took his glasses off and stared at Frank.
"They make me uncomfortable and I don't like the thoughts they have about me. They're...bad."
"Did they tell you that?"
"No...but I just know." The doctor sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Frank..." He sounded exasperated.
"It's true." Frank snapped. "Nobody believes me; you should know how I feel, nobody believed you when you said your sister was killed."
"What did you say?" The doctor asked, his eyes wide with shock.
"They made it look like suicide right? But you saw them, you knew what happened, but nobody believed you, I man why would they, you were only a child." Frank kept talking.

"Who told you this?" Makenzie asked outraged. There was a brief silence.
"I see it in your head, I see your memories, I see who you are-"
"That's enough!" The doctor yelled standing up. "That's enough you crazy little freak!" He yelled again.

And that was the moment Frank snapped for the first time. All the years of pent up rage came bursting out as he very calmly and quietly said "I'm not crazy." Then he attacked doctor Makenzie sending them both to the floor, Frank on top of Makenzie as he started punching the doctor.
"I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY!" He started yelling, he started chocking Makenzie who was desperately but unsuccessfully trying to free himself, when someone grabbed him and pulled his arms behind his back.

"LET ME GO! I'M NOT CRAZY, I'M NOT CRAZY!" He yelled and thrashed around trying to free himself from the tight grip they had on him. Suddenly he felt something stab him in the arm, he yelled out but as he kept fighting the world started to fade away, and he was soon out cold.

When he woke up everything was dark and he couldn't move. He struggled and fell on his side, at least it was on something soft. After a few minutes of panicking his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see he was in a small padded cell and his arms were locked in a white straight jacket. He tried to fight the contraption for a few more minutes until he exhausted himself and gave up.

He sat with his back against one of the walls, his legs crossed; he didn't know how much time had passed, five minutes, or five hours, when he heard something. Someone said his name. He looked up thinking it was one of the nurses or his doctor, instead what he saw scared him more than he could have imagined.

"Oh god no, please no!" He said and started crying. In front of him, crouched down to his level was Matt Sanders. The boy everyone thought he had murdered was here now to taunt him and take revenge. "I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry, please don't, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." Frank rambled as he cried.
"No, Frank, let me-"
"I'm sorry I killed you, I didn't mean to push you so hard, if I knew I would have let you beat me.” He was sobbing and shaking and truly afraid.

“Frank, listen.” Matt said raising his voice a little; when Frank was quiet he went on. “I'm not here to hurt you, I have to tell you something important. First of all...I'm not dead.” To that there was a long silence.
“What?” Frank whispered.
“I'm not dead, you didn't kill me.”
“How are you here?"
"I'm in a coma, and I'm going to wake up soon, I just had to come and tell you."

"I don't understand, you're still alive, I got locked up for nothing. Did they make a mistake? Are the coming to get me out?" His previous fear was now replaced with hope, but Matt was looking at him with a sad expression which meant that it wasn't good news.
"Actually, people knew I was still alive from the moment I was brought to the hospital, they only said I died, so they could get rid of you." He said

"I don't understand."Frank said again.
"Everyone thinks you're crazy, and they used my accident as an excuse to lock you up." There was silence once again; Frank felt completely betrayed, by his peers, his neighbors, his parents. How could his parents do this to him? "I would have come sooner, but I've been trying to keep everything away from you." Matt said, Frank didn't say anything just stared at him with a confused face.

"All the ghosts here, they're not like the ones back home, they're dangerous; like I said, I'm waking up soon so I can't protect you anymore. You're on your own from now on."
"No, no, you can't leave me, please, you have to tell them." Frank pleaded, blowing into another fit of tears.
"As soon as I wake up I will do anything I can to get you out, I promise." He said.

Once again there was silence, except for Frank's crying which he didn't seem he could stop.
"Hey, I'm sorry. For all those years I picked on you. I believe you now. But I never thought it would get this far." Matt said. Frank didn't say anything back, he was too scared, still thinking about the nightmare that was to come.

"Just remember, you're not crazy, don't let this place get to you, always remember who you are. I'll see you soon." And just like that he disappeared, leaving Frank a crying broken mess. He had no idea that from that day anything that happened was going to be worse than any nightmare.

Notes

OK here's the next one
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