The Angel In My Attic

*Frank’s P.O.V.*

White. I see white, everywhere. Its bright, almost like a light. Where am I? Why am I here? Is Gee here? Everything starts to get clearer as I blink. Walls, white walls. A door? yes a light brown door with a fire escape plan on the back of it. Weird. Beeping, why is there beeping? What’s that in my hand? Ooohh I’m in the hospital! I’m in the hospital. Fuck! I don’t want to be alive.

“Your awake, good good, you were very lucky that you called 911 when you did.” A male nurse with the best hair I had ever seen.

“I didn’t, why would I do that? I wanted to die, not live dipshit.” I snapped at him.

He frowned. “Frank no one was at your house when the police arrived, they had to break down the door because it was locked. You have to be the one who called. Any way I’m not going to argue with you, I’m just going to try to help you. Now you're going to be here for a few days, so if you want any privileges you might want to you know behave.” He stated busying himself with my charts.

“Could I at the very least get a name for you, or?” I said.

“Ha ya sure you can call me Ray. Do you have any questions before I have to check on the other humanoids in the hospital?” He said humorously.

“First has my mum been here? Second how long have I been out? Third when can I walk around? And Finally can I call you The Fro?” I had more questions but these four were at the top of my list.

“Your mom, hmm no she hasn’t been here, You got here about a day ago, tomorrow if you behave, and The Fro, really?” He said.

“Ya The Fro! What time is it?”

“Fine The Fro it is. And about 5pm so I will be off in an hour, and if you behave tonight tomorrow when I get in at 8 I will let you walk around and explore, if you so desire. Now eat your food and get some sleep. And with that The Fro was off and I got to eat Jello and some other weird looking food. Yay. Eventually I fell asleep, but it wasn’t very restful with all the stupid wires and things around me.

By the time The Fro got to my room it was 8:30, I was practically bouncing up and down in my bed. The minute he walked in I was already asking him if I could leave.

“You're late! You said you’d be here at 8! It’s past 8! I behaved, let me stretch my legs and explore please Fromaster!!” I begged.

“Fromaster, huh, you here knew things everyday. Fine you can explore but only for a short time, we don’t need you exhausted.” The Fro said undoing my cords and helping me out of bed.

“Okay so I have other patients, try not to be nosy, just walk around and stretch your legs. Oh and don’t get yourself in trouble Frank.”

“K” With that I walked out of my room and down one of the halls. Most of the doors were shut, but a few were open and I would peak in. Old and young were here. Most of the older ones were barely hanging on by a string, as their breathing was barely there in their fragile bodies. The had young children with no hair on their small heads. Their were happy patients that played video games with their siblings, then there were sad, depressed rooms, where parents and families cried as they looked into the eyes of death, holding on to their child.

At the end of the hall a door stood open to a room. I know Ray said not to be noisy, but it was in my nature, I was curious about the people here. If any of them were like me. I walked up to the room and found only the patient in there. I walked over to his charts and started to read them. His name was Gerard Way and he was about a year older than me. Apparently he had tried to commit suicide about half a year ago and hadn't come out of a comatose since. I put his chart down and walked over to get a better look at him. He had long black hair and somewhat familiar. He was really cute reminded me of Gee.

Gee! Gerard. Geerard. No no no no. He isn't fucking real. They're playing a trick on me. He's not real. The more I looked at him the more I realized that it was Gee, but it couldn’t be!. I ran back to my room and heading straight to the bathroom to throw up. I had finally broke, I was seeing things, my head was so fucked up. I bet it was all the the pills I ate. After my stomach calmed I walked out of my bathroom and back into the hall. I didn’t know what to do so I just walked around.

Eventually I found myself in the surgery part of the hospital, Ray would kill me if he found out, but I saw what I needed and I made a plan. I saw one of the surgeons tools laid out either in preparation for surgery or to be cleaned, and I took the scalpel. No one was around so I escaped without a someone questioning my presence. I got to my room and went straight to the bathroom.

“Why do you have to be so fucked up?” I said into the mirror, holding my final tears back. I took the scalpel and cut both of my arms. There was so much blood, I had done it though. I collapsed and everything went black, for the last time.

“It’s a shame he had felt he had to kill himself, he was such a handsome boy.” One nurse said to Ray.
“I wish I could have helped him, but I think he was too far gone. What a shame really, he was my kind of kid, sarcastic, an ass, but overall nice. What time is his approximate time of death?”

“About an hour ago, I think”

“Huh, you know Gerard, the boy in a coma? He died about an hour ago too. What a shame I think they would have been great friends.”

Notes

*whispers* the end has come im so so sorry.

Now comes the alternate ending. I think its going to be two parts. maybe a happy ending, i dunno.... hint hint, nudge nudge, hit hit. Thanks for reading!