Frank Iero.
The name alone made me shiver.
The one person that could understand me.
The one person that could break me.

As I sat in my unnaturally white room he invaded my thoughts.
And before too long my room also.

"Amy, let's play a game."
The disgustingly cute and annoying boy said as he took a seat next to me on my bed.

"Frank," I sighed. "I don't feel like playing a game."

Liar.

"I don't care, let's play War. I have to go to my session in a half an hour anyway."
He pressed into the matter.

"So do I, it's our joint session."
Ah, session's.
An hour with some joke that calls himself a therapist.

Even worse it's joint with Frank today.
I hate joint sessions.
Why should Frank get to hear my thoughts and emotions?
They're mine after all.

Lie. Therapy definitely isn't working.

"Oh, well then we can play and then go together."

"Fine. You deal the cards."
I caved.
And I'm blaming Frank for my caving in.

Bastard just never lets up.

"Yay."
He grabbed the deck from his pocket and began shuffling.
I watched his hand as he did so.

They looked so smooth and tan.
I wondered how they feel
I wondered how they would fit, entwined with mine.

On second thought, maybe therapy is working.

He handed me my half and we got to work on the game.

Before we knew it, the time had passed.
Session time.

"So, Frank, Amy, any news to talk about since yesterday?"
Dr. Bryar asked.

"If I say I'm cured will you let me out?"
I said, my voice drowning in sarcasm.
Dr. Bryar forced out a strained chuckle.

"Sorry, but no. Frank?"
I rolled my eyes.

"Amy and I played War?"
His tone was completely unsure and his face contorted with confusion.

"That sounds like fun. Did you enjoy playing Amy?"

"No."

Liar liar, pants on fire.

"Amy, we're working towards not lying in this clinic. Remember, there is no lying within the walls of this office."
I snorted.

"What makes you so sure that I'm lying, Doc?"
Sarcasm once more.

He glared at me and rubbed his temples.
Old prick.

"Well Frank, you seem to be doing slightly better than Amy at getting over your mental aliment. Maybe it would be for the better if you moved in with Amy. I'm sure you could help her with her trials."
He said it calmly with the traces of a smirk gracing his lips.
That bastard was trying to piss me off.
And it was working.

"What the fuck! I refuse to bunk with this disgusting man. It's against the rules to have two in a room anyway!"
I yelled in frustration.
I didn't want Frank in my face twenty-four-seven!
Ithink I'm just getting better at lying.