He Expected The World

The cops wrestled me out of the room, throwing me roughly in the back of the car, my head was spinning, what the fuck had I just done. Assault!? Was I going to get sued!!? My parents did have the money, and I lived in a psych ward, so I couldn't exactly get a job. I struggled and kicked against the men as they tried to keep me in the car. Not happening. I got out, cuffs still on my wrist and ran back into the hospital.
How stupid was I? My struggled eventually proved futile as I was dragged back out to the car. The psych ward was practically up in flames. Howls, whines, and sobs came from inside the building. I had caused all of the patients to go crazy. Great.
I finally relaxed in the back of the car, gripping the great in front of me, "Where am I going/" I asked the cop in the drivers seat, "To the local jail. We called your parents to come and get you." He said. "My parents?" I exclaimed, "That's idiotic! I'm thirty two! I'm a full grown man!" I cried out. The cop chuckled, "You're a psych patient." He added.
Then suddenly, I was twelve again.
I was riding in the back of a car, long arms snaked around my waist, familiar arms, but I couldn't tell who's. "Calm down, Frankie." The voice that spoke to me was calming. I looked at the pale, long fingers that drummed gently on my chest, poking exactly where my tattoo was. Yeah, my parent's let me have a tattoo at twelve. It was a flame that said "Hope" underneath it. It was in memory of my grandma Lucy. Suddenly my mom shrieked from the front seat and a semi-truck collided with the passengers side of the car. Next thing I saw I was being pried out of someone's hands, I didn't recognize the face. I was sobbing harshly, "It'll be okay Frankie!" That was when the voices started. I looked around, fear in my eyes, "Who said that?" I demanded. "Me, silly! It's Gerard." But I've never heard that name before in my life... have I?
Then I was in a jail cell, thirty two like I should be. I was trembling uncontrollably, and I was confused. "Calm down, Frankie." Arms snaked around my waist, and I saw those long, pale fingers drum on my chest, right over the hope tattoo. "Gerard, where did you come from." I whispered... There was no answer, and I was alone again.

Notes

Hehe, they'll be more flash backs soon.