At 10:28 I left to meet my patient. Up the stairs, on the left. three doors to choose from.

I had been taking notes on Frank for the last 10 minutes of my time alone. My file had told me he'd be in room one. Sadly I was only half way through the file when it was time to go meet him. But from what I read about him? I prayed he was in an 'okay' mood.

I looked down at my notes and read them over before entering the room.

'Frank Anthony Iero Jr. Age 24. Homosexual. Level 3 patient. Prisoner for 5 years. Doing full time.
Reason: At 19, Frank recognised as miscreant of NJ. Went to punk rock show for band RayGun Jones. Full capacity of venue = 250. Sold out. Killed the whole audience. Tortured band members. Found at scene of crime. Diagnosed schizophrenic and taken in for life. Mood can range from truthful to schizo in minutes. Not to be taken too seriously.'

I sighed at my notes and turned to the room... room one. The black door had two guards outside. Who I had not noticed up until recent seconds. Both men, and tall in stature, covered in black trousers, and bullet proof jackets. Their arms on show, making this whole workplace seem more provocative than I originally registered.

The two of them looked at me, and both smiled politely. It was only now that I noticed the similarities in their faces. Blonde short hair, left alone and untouched, two pairs of honey gold eyes, and lips a shade of pink that almost looked vintage. 'Hi.' I said smiling at the two of them, they nodded in response and the one on the left spoke with utmost confidence.

'If you need anything, just tap on the door, it isn't soundproofed so we can hear if anything gets out of hand, but If you feel uncomfortable.'

'Thank you, I guess I should go in, umm, yeah, so if anything happens I just...'

'Knock on the door, yes. We'll open the door for you at 12.'

'Okay...' I said, shakily. The two security guards unnerved me and their masculine builds were intimidating. Compared to my small 5 foot 7 build. I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against them. Ignoring my feelings towards 'huge and bigger'. I entered the room through the large black door.

The first thing I heard was, 'Well, well, well... look at that fine piece of ass.'

And the first thing I saw was his face smirking at me from a chair in the centre of the room. His hands rested on a table, dressed in sweat pants and a white tight fitting t-shirt. no socks or shoes. His face, was of a normal shape, but with a defined jaw line, raising up at an angle I could never calculate. Hazel eyes, defined with the old remains of day old eyeliner. His hair, almost same in colour to mine. Though his black fringe flopped down over his right eye, and messed up layers accompanied.

After staring at the 'boy' for seconds, I evaluated my surroundings. Again.

Instead of a simple, stereotypical 'therapy' room with the authentic chaise lounge and the large throned chair with the small table. We were in a room that was all white. White pads on the walls and carpeted floor. With a wooden table settled in the centre of the room. Frank was clearly no ordinary patient. He really must be a fucking psycho.

I walked over to the seat placed on the other side of the table and settled my notes on the surface.

'Hello Frank, I'm your new doctor, I'm Mr Way. But you can call me Gerard.'

'You have a pretty name, Gerard. I like it.' he smirked again a little lopsided and tipped his head to the side.

'Now, now Frank, l-' I was cut off by him 'correcting' me.

'Fwankie.'

'Umm, what?' I asked, his return has surprised me. However, the baby voice he had put on to speak confused me even more. I didn't know why, I was looking after a patient in an asylum after all.

'Frankie, m-my name is Frankie. My parents used to call me it. I like it more than Frank... it's far more relaxed.'

'Fine, Frankie I don't think it's acceptable to say things of that nature here. I'm your doctor, not someone you can flirt with.'

'Oh,' he said as in he recognised my tone, 'you're not gay, I see.' He frowned slightly and looked at the wall in a state of nervous disposition. I, myself, smiled lightly And 'hmf'ed' a giggle.

'I never said that, I said I don't think it's appropriate. You're my patient. And you're a little crazy.'

'Oh, right,' he paused and licked his lips. 'So you're gay..?' I nodded, 'Awesome.' he replied again. After a long, somehow un-awkward silence, he turned to face me and leaned in.

'You know? I know what I did was wrong. It was fucking sick. But I just had this urge, t-to...' he cut himself short and looked down at the table. I leaned in myself and looked at him.

'To kill two hundred and fifty people? Including five or more band members and seventeen kids under thirteen? As well as rape and torture the girls that tried to run away?' I raised a concerned eyebrow at him. He looked at me and smiled, only now did I notice that he had a ring coloured silver, piercing the lower left of his lip. I stared at it for a few seconds before focusing my attention on his whole face. Which had gone very serious all of a sudden.

'I'd take it all back if I could.'

That's classed as a breakthrough right..?

'Wait who am I kidding... No I fucking wouldn't it was fucking fun doing that. The blood was just... Fucking...' he moaned a little and leaned back, stretching and then relaxing a little with his hands on his upper abdomen. Drumming, he Faced right, then left, then right and as he spoke he didn't make eye contact, 'Look, I regret it as much as I did... as much as I can. I wish I wasn't here, but at the same time I have a better quality of life than I ever would.'

Not wanting to intrude any further into his personal life I sighed and then leaned back myself. Crossing my right foot over my left.

'So, let's get on with our appointment.'

Notes

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