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Truth Be Told

Day 1

Frank doesn't speak, he can't, and its easier that way. With all of his experiences and pain it's easier not to. These people no one else seems to see also tell him its easier not to talk they say it will protect him till his time. He believed them not know what else to depend on. These "friends" as he liked to call them, had been with him since what seemed like forever. They were dependable, and that's what Frank needed. Even now they were with him as he entered hell or in normal people terms, an asylum. Frank wasn't insane. Frank still had all of his marbles, he just didn't speak, hated to be touched, and had really dependable friends. They just didn't understand. Those people in the stupid white pajamas, faked everything! They even faked interest in Frank! And they said they cared. But one boy noticed him and that truly scared Frank. The kid with the black hair sitting alone seemed to watch Frank's every move, every breath. Frank was scared stiff.

The kid with the black hair didn't seem to be much older than Frank, at the most he was 17 and Frank was only 16, from what he could recall. The kids black hair was stingy and slightly greasy covering his face, as he hunched over a book that he seemed to be writing in.

This kid was bigger than Frank, so was everything else in the world, and a bit chubby but it fit him well. He had a smallish nose that pointed up a bit. Frank began to think his nose was kinda cute but that thought quickly vanished as the black haired kids eyes reached his own.

All Frank could feel was cold, his whole being began to shake as the cold went straight to his bones. Frank had never felt something so empty and angry before in his life. As he tried to break eye contact with this kid, he knew right then that this kids eyes would haunt him for the rest of his small life. All the fear that had just been placed in side Frank, made frank want to run. He almost did but there was a small part of him that made him stay and need to fix this empty kid.

Frank didn't know why, but he knew, then and there, that he had to. And that's what his friends whispered into his ear as Frank turned to walk down the white hallway.

Notes

Hi I know this sucks and is really short, but if stick around I can hopefully promise it will get better!!! Thank you for reading!

Comments

Honestly, I love this story just the way it is

@so-long-and-goodnight
I think I'm going to re write it. I read through it and just wow the idea of it was cool, but holy crap my writing suckss. It was my first fan fic and I think rewriting it is the way to go. anyways what do you think of that idea? thank you for commenting btw <3

nofrankinway nofrankinway
3/11/15

love to read more ^-^

Just read through it - I like it and would definitely like to read more!

I'd love for you to continue it, but only if you're happy to! <33