Disenchanted

Frank slowed down to a brisk walk as soon as Gerard’s office was out of his sight. He didn’t know where he was going but he knew he just needed to get away from Gerard and all his lies. The cold wind whipped at Frank’s face and he pulled the hood of his black hoodie up, shivering. He didn’t know where he was going and he didn’t care. He walked aimlessly, hoping his brain would take him somewhere useful. Frank wished he had his iPod to listen to music but he had forgot them that day; something that had made his day even shittier. Instead of being able to block out his thoughts by listening to angry punk music, Frank was left alone with the voices in his head telling him he was worthless and pathetic and stupid. An hour or so passed like that as Frank wandered the streets of New Jersey. The sky quickly went from a baby blue to a deep midnight black. It seemed hours had passed without Frank realising.

He suddenly realised he had been zoned out for quite a while. He was brought back to reality by the scream of a train as it roared past him. Frank stepped back slightly and shook his head with shock. He looked around and found himself by the old train tracks a few miles away from the city. A few hours had obviously passed. Frank had no idea how he got there. It was as if he had been in a trance the entire time and he was honestly terrified at that thought. He didn’t know how he had made it to the train tracks and he most certainly didn’t know how he was gonna make it home. Frank was still in shock that a train had passed by and he had been so close to getting hit by it. His heart was still beating quite heavily and he hated the feeling of being able to feel his heart actually beating inside his chest. It made him feel sick enough to throw up. The wind hammered into Frank from all angles, making it hard for him to stand up. The sharp wind whipped around his head causing his hair to get in his eyes and leaving him momentarily blind. Even without his hair blowing in his face it was pitch black outside. There were no street lights at the train tracks Frank had found himself at were far from the city.

There was no one around and although a train had passed just minutes before Frank felt as though he was the only person left in the world. Frank wondered when the next train would come by. He suspected it would not be long. A thought came to him and although he was pretty fucking numb and this stage, it made a whole lot of sense. Frank plopped down onto the soft downy grass and ran his fingers across it, ignoring the howl of the wind and the fact that he had pretty much lost all feeling in his limbs. He sat patiently waiting. All around him was an eerie silence. There was no one around for miles and even the birds that sheltered in nearby trees had stopped making noise at this stage. Therefore the low rumble of an oncoming train was pretty much unmistakable.

Frank began to wiggle his toes and fingers, hoping to get some feeling back into them. When his toes had a manageable amount of feeling in them Frank stumbled to his feet, practically falling to his knees straight away. Despite the wind pulling at him Frank managed to keep upright and waited as the train made its way towards him, the glaring headlights almost blinding him. However he didn’t turn away. He couldn’t edge any closer to the train tracks at this point so instead his brought his head up to face the wind and smiled slightly, surprised that the wind hadn’t frozen his face to the point where making facial expressions became impossible.

Frank stretched his hand out, wanting to feel the rush of wind from the oncoming train. When the train was close enough Frank took once tiny step forward causing him to be standing on the train tracks. He hadn’t planned this when he woke up that morning and he most certainly hadn't done this just because of Gerard, but at that moment it seemed right. The train was only seconds away so Frank closed his eyes and began to hum his favourite song, waiting for the impact of the train to hit him and make this whole nightmare end.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated, I've been busy volunteering since Wednesday.
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