RECAP BECAUSE I'M LAZY AND HAVEN'T UPDATED:
Frank is in a magical type room with a bunch of other people who are supposedly enough like him. He meets two friends over chat, and is now going to meet them at the Pavilion. Their names are Mikey and Ray.
Oh yeah, and there's a guard to this room who's name is Bryan.

Stepping off of the magical metal pad in the grass, I slowly creep over towards the people standing there.
Once I get close enough to them, I attempt to say hi, only to have my voice crack right in the middle of it. "H-III"
Smooth Frank. Real smooth.
They both turn around with slightly startled looks on their faces, and even though I'm extremely embarrassed, I can't help but smirk at the way that Mr. Afro's hair jiggled at the sudden movement. Eventually though, they're faces relax into comforting smiles, and they both turn fully to face me.
"Hey Frank!" The one with the 'fro says, "Wait, you are Frank right?"
"Yeah I am." I answer.
"Whoa cool Ray, look at his arms!" The nerdy one says. I guess he must be Mikey then.
"Sweet ink dude? How old were you when you got them?" Ray asks.
"I think I was twelve maybe. I don't know. I didn't really have parents around so I did what I wanted."
"Wait you've been here for twelve years? Did you just move rooms or something for some reason?" Mikey asks.
"Wait what do you mean I've been here for twelve years. I thought I just got here yesterday!" I exclaim.
"Well wait," Mikey starts,"how old were you in test one years?"
"What do you mean?"
"How old were you when you committed suicide?" Ray cuts in.
"I was thirteen."
"So you got your tattoos at negative one." Mikey says.
"What! No, you can do anything at a negative age, that's impossible right?
"No actually. Now you're in test two. That means, that when you were negative one, or one year before you got to this test, you got those tattoos. Now let's say you spend seventeen years in test two, then you move to test three. If on your first day in test three, someone asks you when you got those tattoos, you'd say when you were negative eighteen, cause that's seventeen years in here, and one year in test one, before you got to test three." Ray paused to take in my confused features. "I know it's a lot, but everything here will make sense eventually trust me."
"Yeah sure whatever you say princess fro fro." I retort, taking a seat on the ground.
"Princess Fro Fro?" Ray asks astonished.
"Yeah, it's kinda what I thought about when I saw your Afro, especially since you were so sassy in chat yesterday, it seemed fitting." I paused, "When's lunch?"
Mikey just bursts out laughing at my question, and my ability to shrug off the previous conversations. Ray still look astonished by my nickname, but I don't care. I plan on calling him that until we all get out of this wretched place.
"No really, when is lunch?" I ask after Mikey calms his ass a little bit.
"What didn't you eat anything today short stack?" Ray comments, apparently proud from his ability to come up with a nickname for me. I don't really care though.
"No actually I didn't. That's why I was late. I was tired from yesterday, so when I came down from my room looking for some cereal, all I saw was lunch stuff and I panicked coming here, and didn't think to grab anything to eat." I paused, "And now I'm hungry." I say, crossing my arms and folding my legs for the angry toddler effect.
"Okay then." Mikey says with a slight smirk, "Let's get baby Frankie some food then before he throws a tantrum."
He and Ray turn around, walking towards that strange metal pad again,and it takes me a second before I realize that I don't know where they're going.
"Hey uh guys?" I call after them, getting them to turn around, "Where ya going?"
"To my house." Ray says back simply, turning around again to leave.
"Ray, Frank can't go to other people's houses yet." Mikey whispers to him. Wow Mikey sucks at whispering, I heard him from a couple feet away.
"Oh shit. Sorry little dude. I'll be right back with food then. Preferences?"
I simply shake my head, and Mikey yells something about sausage before turning to me. "So, tell me about yourself."
"There's-"
"There's not really much to say I know I know." Mikey cuts in. "I don't care whether or not it's interesting, I just want to know about you Frank, okay?"
"Yeah... I don't know, uh, I lived by myself since I was, negative four, and didn't really have anyone to take care of me. I don't remember where my parents went, but I always thought that they hated me because I was only nine years into test one. Then, I uh, I don't know, I got really depressed, and I cut, and didn't really eat much, and eventually I couldn't take it, but I decided that I deserved a really long, painful death, so I dehydrated myself, but couldn't take the pain after a while, and after almost five days without water, I just cut my arm apart and here I am."
This made me really sad, and for a second I thought I had just scared Mikey off from the horrified expression on his face, but eventually, he looked up at me, and moved around to hug me. He still didn't say anything, he just sat there hugging me.
Eventually he did talk though.
"I'm sorry Frank. My brother committed suicide because our family had gone on vacation and left him for just over a week because he was taking middle school finals or some shit. Either way, he couldn't take it, and he really couldn't take the silence of the house, and he hung himself. I came back to my room ready to tell Gerard about our trip to see him hanging off our top bunk. I cried for hours, and eventually joined him on that top bunk, since he was my favorite person, and being only seven years into test one, that was something I couldn't deal with yet."
"Shit man I'm sorry." Was the only thing I could say, pulling out of the hug to look into his teary eyes.
"No, it's not you. I was being a stupid kid, but at least I really am with my brother. Now he's my neighbor. I mean, we don't share a bunk anymore, but there are times we'll talk to each other from our windowsills, late into the night."
That was all Mikey said, and out conversation naturally faded out, with both of us in deep thought until Ray returned from the magical metal pad with a tray of six hot dogs.
"He-WHOA Mikes what happened?!" Ray questioned, taking in Mikey's tear streaked face.
All Mikey could do was look at the ground sadly, so I cut in and mouthed 'Gerard' and Ray nodded, understanding. He put the plates down on a picnic table and walked over to take Mikey into a great big hug.
I, on the other hand, looked at Ray and Mikey for a second, before walking over to the table and shoving a hot dog into my mouth. Pulling out of the hug, the two looked over at me, and started to chuckle, asking me what I was doing.
"What I said I was hungry!" I exclaimed. I was just happy that neither of them seemed angry, and they both actually came over to sit by me, grabbing a hot dog each, and starting to talk to me about Gerard as he is in test two, not really doing bad, but not that good either.
"I don't know, I guess he just seems more out of it now, and like, he doesn't talk even to me as much. I think he just needs to find someone who cares about him." Mikey says.
"Hey hey hey, that's that sad stuff we need to not talk about. Let me do the talking first." Ray cuts in. "He likes rock music, and recently he's really been into this band The Misfits. I don't personally listen to the, but they seem pretty cool. He doesn't really do much, and I can't explain how he was in test one, but he is a pretty sweet dude now. I think you'd like him." Ray pauses to take a bite, "OH, and he's gay, like the rest of us in here." He says nonchalantly, with a mouth full of hot dog.
"Wait WHAT?!" I ask.
"Yeah there are all sorts of rooms, and this is the room for suicidal homosexuals, who like more 'emo' stuff. We think there may be more specific categorization in these 'death rooms', but that's as far as me and Ray have gotten."
"Oh, I guess that makes coming out easy then. I never did come out in test one, but I still thought everyone hated me because of it."
"Who would hate a gay?" Ray asks, "They have rainbows and sunshine shooting out their ass!"
And from there on out our conversation stayed pretty much the same, but that 'Gerard' kid stayed on my mind a little more than expected.

Notes

TW ED and maybe SI



Okay hey guys. So I know I said that'd I'd update in a week, about a month ago, and I'm so sorry, but I'm lazy, and I've been pretty down lately too, and I didn't want to ruin the story because I was being too down and sad and shit.
Here's a story though for you.
My sister was pissed at my mom, and I was outside with them while they were talking. Now, after all the stuff I've explained in the previous author's notes, I've started letting my binging take over a little more than it should, but considering it as recovery, since the voices were still there while I was eating. But no, it was just me giving into binging. So, recently, despite the voices, I've been basically asking for food, and every day has turned into one long binge. My mom asked my sister if she was hungry, and she said no. Me, trying to lighten up the mood, said that I was hungry, and my mom looks at me and says "ONE, no one asked you. And TWO, yes Becky, we know. Besides those two months where you only ate one meal a day, you're always hungry."
I cried for a long time, and my mom kept saying she was sorry and "It was meant to lighten the mood."
Eventually my dad comes upstairs and opens my door without knocking only to look at me and say "I was meant as a joke. Stop being so god damn sensitive, and get your ass up and do something useful. Stop being a selfish wuss and do something."
And yeah that was the one triggering thing that I needed especially after my mom's comment to send me spiraling down again.
I'm going to a party tomorrow, and I'm planning on taking advantage of the chaos and not eating anything.
And then before that I'll eat as little as possible and say that I'll be eating a lot at the party.

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But yeah I think I'll get on a regular update schedule now because I can't FUCKING sleep at night, and so that will be my update time, plus whenever I have time during the day.

Stay Safe and Til Next Time'
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