Secondhand Smoke

“H-Hello?” I said into the phone.
“No! Don’t worry about me, help him! Help Frank! Please! He’s all I have!” I heard my own voice coming from the phone. It was from when we crashed and the medics wouldn’t listen to me.
My hands were trembling and I was holding the phone with both hands.
“HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME! IT HURTS SO BAD MAKE IT STOP!” It was Frank’s voice screaming in pain. I didn’t know what to do. I started sobbing, and threw my phone against the wall. I was terrified, and gasping for air. I stood up and started pacing the room. Why was he screaming? What was wrong with him?

After a few hours, I finally calmed back down and I sat on my bed and picked up his journal. I flipped it open, and began reading.

I had another episode today. I completely blacked out, and woke up five hours later, just sitting on the couch. I don’t know what I did, but I wasn’t sitting on the couch when I blacked out, so I guess I moved myself over here.
I’ve been having episodes more frequently as of late, and it’s beginning to worry me. I’m scared I’m going to do something..bad.
Gerard and I have been together for ten years today, and I think he might propose soon. I saw a small velvet box in his nightstand drawer this morning. I know I’ll say yes. He’s amazing, and I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone.


He had episodes? The more I read Frank’s journal, the more it made me feel like a complete stranger to him. I kept finding out things that he should’ve told me. What if he had hurt himself during a blackout? I wouldn’t have even known what was happening.
I decide I’ve had enough of the journal for the day, and I close it.
I look around my house and realize how sick of it I am.
I need to get out of here.

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