Patient 223

People were talking to him. He couldn't hear them. The smell of cleaning alcohol was overpowering. There was a man sitting in front of him. A man with a button on his suit coat was falling out. His hands were cuffed to the chair.
" Frank?" The man said. He shifted uncomfortably.
" I'm not crazy," the boy gritted his teeth.
" Of corse not. We are just trying to help you feel better. Sound good?" The man talked down to frank.
frank rolled his eyes.
" How do you feel today?" The man asked him as he pulled a pen out of his jacket.
" Like an animal," frank looked the man in the eyes. The man's eyes looked sore and tired while frank's looked very much alert and wild and crazed.
"ok we can do something with that. Hey Rodger? Come on get these cuffs off him," the man knocked on the long mirror that hung on the wall.
soon a tall man came and unlocked the hand cuffs on franks arms. Frank rubbed his sore wrists.
" Now anything else? Food? Water?" The man asked.
"umm... Do you have coke?" Frank smiled shyly.
" you hear that Rodger?" The man smiled sympathetically at frank.
" Yeah yeah," the big man walked out of the room.
" So what to you want to talk about?" The man propped his legs up on the small table between them.
" I don't know. Aren't you going tell me about my dreams... hypnotize me... fix me?" frank said sarcastically, almost laughing at the silly things they thought i man could do.
"no. You and I both know that will not work," he bit his lip.
" Jersey ," frank looked at his hands.
" What?" The man said.
" Your from jersey," frank looked up and stared into the mans eyes.
" How'd you know?" The man looked at frank full of curiosity.
" The way you said 'know'. Well, that and we went to high school together. I was a freshman you were a senior. I doubt you remember."
The man looked taken aback. The man felt stupid for not putting two and two together. Of course, he remembered frank. He used to get picked on for going to school in the same clothes everyday and for being so short. The man even remembered the teachers laughing at him. ' I think I stuck up for him once' the man thought to himself.
" Let's start over. My name is Gerard I'm going to be helping you during this particularly difficily point in your life." Gerard attempted to reset their interaction.
" How generic of you," frank smiled
suddenly Rodger walked back into the room with a coke.
" Everything ok?" He asked Gerard.
" Fine um could the student leave and come back another day." Gerard waved at the long mirror.
" Are you sure? This one has-" Rodger began.
" Yes I'm sure," Gerard said.
frank pulled the top off of the coke in one fluid motion exposing the sharp twisted metal. He looked to Gerard. Slowly and filled with confidence, he walked towards the older man who ,surprisingly, looked unaware that an alleged psychopath was approaching him. Soon frank stood behind him, Gerard didn't even look up.
"you I know I could kill you right now," the boy said.
" Anybody could kill me at any time. I choose to ignore the possibilities." Gerard shrugged. Frank touched the cold metal to his throat. The shiver he made was pure pleasure for frank.
" I do think this is different."
" I trust that you wouldn't."
" You trust that you have Rodger, the super human, outside."
" Hey, Rodger! Go have a coffee break!" Several silent moments passed between them. " You see I still trust you."
" That could be a fatal mistake."
"So could getting in my car each morning or stopping by the bank."
"This is different."
" Why is that?"
Gerard looked up, keeping almost deadly eye contact.
" Because I'm crazy."
" You said it yourself you weren't."
" Fucking shrinks always trying to expose my fucked up mind." frank rolled his eyes.
" Fucking patients twisting their OWN words trying to get a rise out of me," Gerard countered.

Notes

Spelling and framer is for chums. Any ways I'm going to try to update everyday. And each update will have a spoiler word or phrase for next chapter. Sound good? Ok this one is : HELP.