Privilege of the broken ones

"All things end."
This was not a pessimistic point of view. This is just how things worked in the world. Everybody else who denied the existence of death were wrong. Realism was taken for pesimism.
Frank liked to live his life in a certain way,where he didn't even wanted to live.
His name is Frank Iero. He is seventeen years old. He lives in a shitty town and he lives with a shitty family. His life consists of waiting certain events that will make him slightly happy and even those things don't make him happy anymore.
He was born in a catholic family and he was being raised in a catholic family. Wait, wrong. He still is being raised in a catholic family. He doesn't even want to talk about the Iero family. They are just a bunch of hateful people who like to bang their head into the altar every Sunday,and after going to church they like to gossip everyone around them. Yes i know,very christian of them.
Now,Frank waited to get out. He was surronded by white chairs and moisty white walls. It's early in the morning and Frank is sitting in his black jeans and a white shirt. Needless to say,Frank doesn't belong here or at least that's what he thought.
The door opened and a voice called out for Frank.
"Mister Iero?" The voice was strong and belonged to a tall female in a white sweater and black trousers.
She invited him inside.
They sat down and the first thing she asked was the question Frank hoped she was going to avoid.
"How are we feeling today,Mister Iero?"
The question was a cliché itself and if Frank hated something that was on his top ten. Just some things were too mainstream for Frank and he fucking hated it.
Her name was Marlyn Jackson and she was a doctor. Well,not a doctor actually. She was a psychiatrist and Frank was damned to be there every single friday.
Frank's dearest parents sent him there because they wondered what was wrong with him.
They didn't know half of it. They thought that religion wasn't an answer for him so they decided to send Frank here and hopefully after Frank became his "old self" he would return being a polite christian just like them. Frank's refusing didn't help much though. It actually made it worse.
They were really stubborn when it came to bringing their son to the right path. They needed to make sure Frank got to heaven,because goddammit,if their lives sucked when they were alive,they needed to live their eternity peacefully.
Frank called bullshit on that.
Frank didn't know how to respond to that question so he just murmured a quiet 'okay',he started to touch his short hair,pulling a few strands together out of anxiety. She didn't give two fucks about him.
The room was so sterile,if Frank wanted to describe depression with sterile colors that would be it.
The room was big,too big for just one person. You could bring a whole dance crew and they could make back flips without any trouble.
The materials that were around were expensive and Frank figured that she had enough money to cover all her expenses.
The frickin walls were covered with children drawings and it scared the living shit out of him because they looked like a horror movie only on a drawing. There was supposed to be a human being on a drawing but it turned out to be a godzilla,clown from It and the twins from The Shining all together.
Holy shit.
"So,Frank. Can i call you Frank? Would you tell me the reason why you are here?"She told that question with such tiredness in her voice.
Frank knew that she was tired of advising stupid little children on how to lead their miserable lives. And besides she knew why he was here,his parents must of had told her.
Frank tried to gather all the courage he had to respond to this stupid ass question. He started to gather his thoughts before he could speak while he was scanning the room,hoping to find an easy escape.
"Well" Frank's voices shaked. "My mum and dad sent me here because i am having certain issues. I mean,at least to them."
She shot me with a 'I am a doctor,you don't know shit' look.
"Listen,Frank you don't need to say anything you don't want to. A lot of people take their time to tell their stories,but remember i am here to help."
No.Wrong,your job is to help other people. Frank thought if he had to listen more of this bullshit he would most certanly throw up.
With an exasperated sigh she said:
"The best thing at your age is to go to a group therapy"
Great.
"Listening to people your age is a great way to recovery" she continued.
This was exactly what Frank needed. More kids who are going to talk about their shit ass problems and how their life sucks and how everything blows because the love of their life abandoned them with a text message.
His personal opinion on love in teenage years was probably different then from what others thought. Frank doesn't believe in love.
She was looking him in the eyes with a look that he couldn't hold on to because he couldn't look people in the eyes,especially when Frank was in a situation as awkward as this one was.
She gathered her things on her table. There was a pile of files with patients records. The patient record held their personal info,their birth date,full name and probably a percantage of how fucked they were. Franks was right there in front of her,the record of how fucked up he was,still wasn't filled with anything.
Frank guessed that that will be filled during group therapy. He only thought about how they are not going to get much of him. If he doesn't speak much maybe they will just forget about him.
She wasn't going to bother herself with him anymore. She said the day of group therapy and the time. Frank had to come there even on Saturdays. That means he had to come there tommorow.
Shit.
After she practicly kicked Frank out of her office, he started to walk down the hall which sickened Frank because everything was so white and clean.
It was something that he didn't consider normal. Everything was unclean. People always wanted to make everything clean. People always had a desire to make everything symetrical and pure,something without mistake.
Nothing about Frank was clean,not his body,not his skin.
He had trouble but he was never going to address them. Considering all the shitty stuff happening in the world he considered himself kinda lucky. He had clothes and he had a roof above his head. Even though his head was clouded and it was constantly raining.
Sometimes he didn't even know what was wrong and how he has gotten himself in this situation.
His cloud of thoughts were dispersed by a thing that didn't belong in that long hall.
It was a boy sitting on that goddamn white chair just like Frank had only an hour ago. His legs were long and spread out on the hallway. His hair was black and messy and he was wearing a long black coat which was weird because it was spring and Frank was wearing only a light jacket.
He was skinny. Not in a healthy way,he was skinny in a "i was deadly sick and almost died,but i am fine now" way.
His head tilted in Franks way when he tried to jump over his long legs. He didn't even move. Frank couldn't coprehend if this was amusing to him.
Frank was pissed but Frank understood. He wasn't happy where he was but a bit of politness wouldn't hurt him.
Frank was shooting him with almost a death glare when he suddently interrupted with his "i just woke up " voice.
"Nice to meet you,Frank." He cocked his eyebrow like he was asking Frank a question,even though he wasn't.
Frank gasped a bit and his mouth made a weird unrecognizable sound. Not only that Frank was terrified,he was also in a situation where he didn't know anything about this boy. He was terrified and that was the understatemnt of the year.
His fear was bigger than he expected which was weird because this kinda stuff happened around grown-up people and not even this much.
The clouds were getting more grey with every second Frank stood there.
He was looking at Frank with his dialated pupils,which caused his heart to beat faster then it was allowed to.
Franks hands started to tremble and he had no fricking control of his body. He was avoiding his stare for as long as he could.

They were looking at each other for what seemed like centuries,until he broke the silence.

Notes

hi guys, i made a mistake on the last one so this is me publishing this from this one. Here you go enjoy.