Truth Be Told

The first night in the asylum Frank couldn't sleep. When he finally determined that he began to pace and think. He didn't know how to feel or what to do about the empty black haired kid but, he knew it was important to help him. Frank didn't need help, he was here for the black haired kid. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he went back and forth between the sickening white walls.

As he did this he neglected to notice one of his friends sitting on his bed watching him. His friend also known as Ray sat with a slightly amused smile across is face watching as frank wore out the white tiled floor.

"You might want to stop pacing before you make a path on the ground" Ray said. Frank almost hit the wall from being jolted out of his thoughts by his friend.

Ray laughed then said: "What were you thinking about? Oh, wait! Don't speak I know already. You were think about Gerard." Ray again laughed

Frank furrowed his brow and thought, was that the kids name? the one with the black hair? Gerard? Must be. Ray always knew everything.

"Yes, Gerard is the kid with black hair. I really think he would look good with red hair but, thats a discussion for later. So Frank, I guess by now you think you don't need help you are here for Gerard, and while that's partially true you need help as well." Ray stated.

Frank's brow furrowed even more (if that was possible, god he was going to have so many wrinkles when he was older). He didn't need help he thought. He was perfectly fine just didn't like people much, guess that could be a problem?

"Stop frowning its not attractive! Anyway my point is Bob and the others don't want you to die so you need help. Putting you in here kills two birds with one stone! It's kinda perfect" Ray exclaimed.

Sure, Frank thought he had tried to slit his wrists open in the gas station bathroom, but he was okay, just sad he hadn't succeeded. And with this thought he look down upon his bandaged wrist and could feel the tears begin to well up inside himself as realized what a failure he was in life.

"Aww, is wittle baby frankie going to cry?" Ray teased "Anyway forget it and focus on Gerard, the suns almost up and you need to be prepared for your first day in the loony bin!" And with that Ray got up and left.

Frank began to feel so exhausted, as his body and mind finally realized he hadn't slept in days. Frank crawled over to the bed and quickly got under the cold, rough, blankets and began to cry till he passed out with exhaustion.

Notes

I'm so sorry this is short I'm just not good with long. Maybe next chapter? :)
thanks for reading!!