Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

Frank was slumbering peacefully in the thin line between reality and fantasy, a place where your mind is still dreaming but your senses are wide awake. He could feel sunlight sending warmth through his skin and spreading all over. He could almost feel someone's loving touches as they caressed his back and sides and lightly kissed his shoulders; he smiled and felt goosebumps appear as their warm breath tickled the back of his neck.

They were about to say something, probably tell Frank that they loved him because he knew, he could feel what they were feeling and right now it was everything. They moved their lips from his skin to his ear, took a breath and were just about to speak-

Frank jumped up in fright at the sudden banging noise that seemed to echo around everywhere. As it turned out the noise was coming from his door, the door that led into his tiny, empty, cold room; and he was alone. His door swung open and in walked his two escorts, the same two men that were in his room just last night.

“Hey princess.” Said one of them sending him kisses.
“Wake up sleeping beauty.” Laughed the other one. Frank tried to ignore them but was brought back to reality when one of them threw another blue jumpsuit at him.
“Get changed, it's time for breakfast.” He told him with no emotion.

Ten minutes later he was in the food court, eating his sloppy food alone as usual. It had been painful to walk, thankfully the nurses didn't do anything to bother him. As he squirmed uncomfortably in his hard seat, someone aught his eye.

A woman, in maybe her thirties, was sitting across the room among all the other patients; she had messy dark hair, pasty white skin and dark bags underneath her eyes which were staring unemotionally at the food she was playing with. Basically she looked like every other patient in that place.

After breakfast, before he could make his way to the recreation room along with the others, he was called in to Makenzie's office, which Frank thought was a little strange since it was so early. Once again his two nurses accompanied him, he pretended to be oblivious to the stares he could feel them giving him.

Once he was inside and sitting on the sofa-bed, hugging his knees to his chest, the doctor started his questions.
“So, Frank, how are you feeling?” He asked. Frank remained silent, if he answered honestly no one would ever believe him. “When we spoke yesterday, you seemed a little upset.” He went on.

“Well what do you expect? They fried my brain after I tried to defend myself from one of your precious helpers who tried to get into my pants.” Frank snapped. “Of course it didn't work, they just tried again the next night.”
“Are you accusing someone of something, Frank?” Makenzie asked with narrowed eyes.

He ignored that question and looked out of the office window, the only one in the whole hospital that was completely free of bars or grates.
“Who is Beatrice's mother?” He asked instead.
“Who?”

“Beatrice. She was born here, and when she died she got lost, she just wants to find her mother, tell her she's alright...” He mumbled. The doctor sighed and scribbled something down on his notepad.
“Apparitions again Frank?” He asked in an exasperated tone.
“Call them what you want..”
“So the treatment didn't work?”

At this Frank's head snapped around to glare at Makenzie.
“No, your little experiment didn't work, nothing will ever work because there's nothing wrong with me.” He hissed out.
“That's where your wrong.” Makenzie snapped. “The medication began to work as soon as you took it, you just don't know it” He continued, leaving Frank to stare wordlessly at him.

“What do you mean? I still see the ghosts.” The doctor ignored him and instead looked at his watch.
“The hour's over, it's time for you to leave.” He said.
“It hasn't even been ten minutes; now tell me what the medication has been doing.” Frank insisted.

Makenzie ignored him again and just leaned forward to tell him clearly to “Get. Out.” So Frank left. It was only later that day, after lunch, after he pretended to take his pills – he wanted to see what would happen when and if he went without the long enough – that he came anywhere close to the answer to his question.

He saw that woman again, the one he had seen at breakfast; she was sitting alone in front of the tiny TV, watching something that had no sound and kept blanking out from the static. He watched her for a few seconds, it didn't look live she was even focusing on the screen, and he was proved correct when he switched the television off and she didn't even flinch.

Frank sat on his knees in front of her, she just stared blankly ahead, and tried to get her attention.
“Annabelle?” He whispered. That was her name, Beatrice told him. But there was no change. As a last resort he pulled a small teddy bear from behind his back; he wasn't quite sure where it came from, though he was sure it belonged to Beatrice, he thought that maybe now it should go back to her mother.

He softly placed the bear in her lap, and she looked down at it. Slowly her hands moved to pick it up, her face was still blank but her eyes finally changed and filled up with so much emotion it was almost terrifying.

“She was your daughter, wasn't she?” Frank asked still in a whisper. Annabelle nodded.
“My little bumble bee.” She mumbled. She hugged the bear to her chest and looked up at Frank. “Where is she now?” She asked.
“Around, exploring, playing; she likes riding the gurneys and wheelchairs. She missed you, couldn't find her way back to you.”

She nodded as she listened. This information seemed to have broken some kind of spell; more colour was in her cheeks, like she had just woken up. She looked like a normal mother again.
“You know, I could see her too sometimes.” She said after a short pause. “But unlike you, what I saw wasn't real; I know that. Another silence ensued.

“He's going to come back for you.” She said.
“Who?” Frank asked. She just smiled.
“I an see it in his eyes, he can never be away from you.” She said.
“Who are you talking about?” Frank asked, confused.

Annabelles face changed to an equally confused frown.
“You don't know?” And turned her head to once again stare at the blank television. After a few seconds when it was clear that she wouldn't speak any more, he was about to walk away when she spoke again.

“Those men that hurt you, there will b more coming. They used to do it to the women, but not as often because they would get pregnant. How do you think my bumble bee came to the world?” She laughed humorlessly at the end. “But now you're here, a lot more will come. My advice? Just don't break, no more than you already have at least.” And with that said she turned the television back on, so Frank was left alone once more.

Notes

So here it is finally. I get three days off of school!!!
As usual comment and let me know what you think.