Just Sleep

Fending for myself was never a difficult task. I had the band and the guys, but I could make it on my own. Then again that was the first years of the band... Now that the band has been split for a year I find myself unable to move on. For such reasons I have admitted myself into Belleville's very own mental institution...

it's not that bad compared to the many crime filled streets of Belleville and the last time any crime happened was when two idiots tried to break in and steal what little money that the place had at the time.

Since this his is the best out of all the institutions around my area that I bothered to search for in a hasty manner I'm going to be calling this nine acre red bricked building my home for who knows how long

The drive from my hotel over was approximately twenty minutes so I had a lot of time to talk myself out of coming, yet I didn't suceed in such areas of persuasion with my own stubborn mind

pulling up to the place, now that was an adventure in itself, I found anxious thoughts firing at one another as I came up with scenario after scenario of 'what if's' and 'maybe's' that sent chills up and down my body. Still I found myself easily slipping out of the worn leather seat of my mustang onto the cracked parking lot that led to a tall brick wall and a gate that seemed to welcome me, or beg me to stay away.

"Frank Iero. Suicidal." It was simple enough. None of the workers had recognized me and my white bracelet was quite comfortable. Jamia had talked me into coming, swearing that she wouldn't tell anyone, not even Gerard and I thanked her. We had split after my first suicide attempt when she found me on the bathroom floor with an empty pill bottle and a death wish. She took the kids, but still kept contact only wanting to help me if she could. Maybe it's her that J picture when I see a stupid cartoon of a doctor that's beating the patient with a hammer. Supposed to help me, when they're only fucking everything up.

I turn back to the table I had passed...
had I seen that girl before?
no. No way...
maybe?
I dismissed any such thoughts and walked down the hall to my room where I'd be sleeping who knows how long. I thought over the faces I had analyzed and dismissed...all but that one girl
why?

Notes

Is this better? Sorry if it's not UnU