Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

Months had passed, and life in the hospital for Frank had become more than unbearable. True to what Matt said all the ghosts in the hospital came out as soon as he left. Frank was left in isolation all night during which he was kept awake by the most horrifying images and sounds.

The next morning when someone finally remembered about him, they found him in a corner rocking back and forth muttering to himself. And it got worse; they were everywhere, he couldn't walk down the hall or even eat a meal without bursting into hysterics and screaming in fear from the whispering of those horrible beings.

This behavior didn't go unnoticed by the doctors and nurses, who were finding it increasingly difficult to control him. Pretty soon he was too scared to sleep, leave his room but at the same time he hated being alone. Of course all the pills and medication everyone forced down his throat didn't work, they just made things worse.

He no longer remembered what his father looked like, what his mother sounded like or weather he had any friends. The only time he showed any kind of sanity was when he was talking to Makenzie, and all he would do was try to convince Frank that he was crazy. And it was slowly working.

Then one day something changed. It was a week after Christmas, though Frank had no way of knowing this since there were no calendars around and nobody in the hospital had celebrated it. He did know that it was night time and he was in his room sitting up in bed being kept awake by them like every other night.

His hands were pressed against his ears, which didn't make any difference anyway. He was trying to ignore everything, the screams, the whispers, the manic laughter; it was all so deafening in his head. But then he heard something else; it was a voice, but it wasn't evil or scary, it didn't sound like it was going to hurt him.

It was the kind of voice that you would think about to help you fall asleep, the kind of voice that would always come from a smile. And right now it was speaking, it was saying...he couldn't quite make it out. It was saying...

You're not mad. Frank, fight back.

And to Frank that voice was so reassuring, so encouraging that he did; something inside of him snapped and he jumped to his feet.
"SHUT UP!" He shouted. "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! I HEAR YOU! NOW JUST SHUT! UP!" He was breathing hard when he finished. He waited for a full minute in silence...silence, it was quiet.

No voices, no laughter, they were finally gone. Frank smiled and let out a small giggle in triumph. He was finally at peace, he could finally sleep. He was just about to lie back in his bed when another noise made him stop. This one was more annoying; it was the loud ticking of a clock, which he had never noticed before, hanging up high on the wall.

He stood staring and listening to it for a few more minutes, until he came to the conclusion that this sound was probably worse than the voices and he wasn't going to be able to sleep until it too was gone.

He pushed his bed against the opposite wall, right underneath that damned clock; he cringed as the metal legs scraped against the stone floor. Once the head was against the wall he lifted the back until the whole thing was pressed vertically against the wall, the bottom facing out, so that he had a makeshift ladder.

He gripped the metal beams and hoisted himself up until he could reach the clock with ease. It was a simple design, round and white, the hands in numbers in black; what was slightly out of the norm was that it wasn't drilled into the wall like he had expected, but it easily came off. He stared at it again for just a few seconds before dropping it to the floor; from that height it landed face first with a crash.

Once again he waited in silence and when no more noise came from it he smiled and faced the wall to begin descending the bed/ladder. He stopped though when he saw a nail stuck in the wall; it must have been what the clock was hanging onto. For some reason something persuaded him to take it.

So he did. He easily pulled it out of the wall, and just as he did a voice behind him said "He's coming" startling Frank so much that he lost his grip on the bed and fell backwards. He didn't have time to think about the pain flaring up his back though because after a squeak and a groan the bed started descending down on him; he rolled to the side just as the whole thing crashed to the floor, missing him by a hair.

But the noise surely would have alerted someone and in the next second the lock on the door sounded and by the time it opened Frank was already sat on his bed as if nothing had happened. In walked a male nurse, flashlight and keys in hand. He had been alerted by Frank's screaming and was just on his way to check what it could be, when he heard the loud crash and by that point he was coincidentally right by Frank's door.

As he walked in the first place he looked was the other side of the room, where his bed was previously, then confused looked at where it actually was, Frank staring defiantly back at him.
"I heard a noise." He finally said.
"Wasn't me." Frank answered quickly.

The man went silent. He wasn't young, he looked old and greasy, like what you would imagine a pedophile to look like.
"Did you move the bed?" He then asked, to which Frank just shook his head. "Why aren't you asleep?" This time he took a few steps forward as he spoke. "Hm? It's very late, you should be asleep."

"And you shouldn't be in my room." Frank quipped back. The nurse stopped for a second then continued.
"Lets put you into bed." He said and by now he was close enough to put his hand on Frank's shoulder. He had a look in his face, the same one that most of the mail nurses got when they wee around him.

"Fight back." Whispered the same voice as before, the one that had warned him about the arrival of the nurse; it wasn't the one that had spoken first, encouraging him to fight against the voices, this one sounded like it was mimicking the first.

He shrugged the nurse's hand off and said a firm "No" to which the nurse just grabbed him again, more forcefully and tried to push him down.
"Just relax Frankie." He said with a smile and in a voice far too calm and Frank kept fighting him until as a last resort he smacked him in the face, not realizing that he was holding something in his hand.

The man jumped back holding his face; for a moment nothing happened, then everything happened so fast. One moment the man was clutching his face, stumbling back a little, almost surprised; and then he moved his hands and started screaming. There was the black rusted nail stuck in his eye socket, blood pouring out like a small waterfall.

Frank watched, frozen in place, as the man kept screaming while trying to stop the bleeding somehow but only succeeding in pushing the nail in deeper. He didn't know what to do; he did know that pretty soon every worker in the building would surely come and see what was going on, so he decided to do the only thing he could think of, he ran.

His door was still open, so flew out and down the hall like his ass was on fire. He took a left, another left and three more turns before he figured out that he was lost; he knew he had to go down some stairs but he just couldn't find them. He kept running around in circles until unfortunately someone found him.

Two men were waiting for him down the hall when he turned the next corner. He tried turning and running back but there was a third right behind him; they didn't say anything as he was grabbed and lifted off the ground, two on each side of him and the third holding his legs. Frank however was using everything he had to try and escape.

They carried him, kicking and screaming around the building and into a room he had never seen before. It was like a medical room, a single bed in the centre and a large menacing machine right beside it, a doctor and two more female nurses seemed to be waiting for him.

"You're giving us no choice here, Frank." The doctor said as he was dropped on the bed and all the nurses quickly strapped him down to it with leather cuffs he hadn't noticed before then. "We've tried to be patient, but nothing works anymore. What you did tonight was the last straw." He continued, checking and preparing various instruments.

Now immobilized all Frank could do was watch as a switch was flipped, lights blinked on and dials were turned on the machine. He shook his head vigorously chanting a series of "No"'s until one of the nurses stuck something between his teeth and another one pressed a sponge to his temples leaving behind a wet patch.

He knew what was about to happen, he knew he had no escape but still he kept struggling, kept fighting.
"Don't struggle, this will only hurt you more." Said the doctor holding an object that was metal and curved, like a pair of headphones but with circular metal plates at the ends.

He didn't have much time to look at it because it was suddenly pressed on the sides of his head. Immediately pain flared up in his head and all through his body. He shut his eyes, bit down on the hard plastic in his mouth, clutched the sheets underneath him and arched his back off the bed, his muscles clenching in pain as his body convulsed.

The pain was so intense he couldn't even scream. It went on endlessly until finally the pain was lifted and Frank collapsed back on the bed, and it started again, his body completely mollified.
"Again." Said the doctor, and it started again, the pain increasing.

He lost count of the number of times the process was repeated, but by the time the doctor finally decided to stop he was a twitching mess in a puddle of his own urine, crying and breathing irregularly. He couldn't remember what happened from them, he must have been taken back to his room at some point, because when he woke up again it was past morning and he was lying in his bed, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Notes

Well, all I can say is that it'll get much worse before it gets better.
So comment and tell me what you think.