Privilege of the broken ones

Rain started to fall and the raindrops were the only sound around Frank. The boy, Gerard was looking at him with his dark eyes expecting an answer or at least a comment on what he just said.
Franks mind was jumping to conclusions. Raindrops started to fall harder on the window which made Frank realize he wasn't breathing properly. Something about this boy wasn't normal. Fuck it, Frank wasn't normal,he was just disturbing to look at. His voice once again woke Frank up from his coma induced state.
"Cat got your tongue?" He was already smirking at Frank.
"What?" Frank said. His thoughts were like a rollercoster. He thought he was going to throw up.
"I said..." He started to repeat.
"I know what you said." Frank responded quickly.
His mind was clouding with dark clouds and fog. He wasn't in advantage here. His anxiety was starting to grow. It didn't take long. Frank couldn't talk to people on a normal basis.
Words that usually came out of his mouth were answers like "Yes,no,maybe,i don't know,i don't care,okay,whatever." Anxiety wasn't his only problem. He had tons of other. And yet again he interuppted Franks thoughts.
"Wow,i never thought i would have this kind of impression on another person."
He said it with such cockiness. Frank couldn't believe it. He didn't look like an arrogant person. But,Frank has been wrong about so many other things before, he thought he could easily be wrong about this one too.
"How do you know my name?" Frank asked like a scared kitten. He was ashamed how his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence and how weak he sounded. He started to shift from his right to his left foot.
His eyes locked with Franks and he slighly nodded like he was having his own monologue inside his head where he was deciding what to say.
"I bet this was the first time someone asked you something just because they could."
What? What was that supposed to mean? Was this guy on some drugs?
Frank had his mouth open a little the whole time. He thought going to a asylum was too much for him, but this just crossed the line.
He hasn't had any answer so he decided to run away. Frank looked him straight in the eye and just said
"Charming aren't you?"
Frank saw it took the mysterious boy by suprise. He was happy because of that and still a little anxious while he was getting in the elevator.
The elevator door were closing and Frank saw his head clearly know. The light was directly shining his eyes. There was something confusing about them. Just about when the door were completely closed,he turned to Frank and made a little smirk out of his face.
The way home was horrible,not only that Frank was surrounded with a bunch of people who smelled like they came from the sewer but the bus was literally falling in every hole there was in the ground.
But that wasn't as much as worrying as his mind was. Somewhere between thinking about Gerard (or whatever his real name was) and what the hell did he want, Frank was worried about what shit he is going to lie to his parents about todays session with Miss Jackson. He could say these five things.
1. The session was great,she is lovely. I am cured and ready to have a wife and kids and to live miserably till the rest or my life just like you.
2. I am ready to live my life cured but i am gonna need more time.
3. I killed Miss Jackson. I AM A MURDERER,YOUR WORRYING IS JUSTIFIED.
4. I need to go to group terapy.
5. I met a boy who confused me and i practically ran away,the session sucked balls and i want to kill you for making me go there.
Number three would be dramatic he admited. Frank decided that number four was the only acceptable one.
Frank lived in a street where everyone had a dog. That was probably the only good thing about his neibourghood. .
He crawled his way back to his house. The house he lived in was old and his dear parents haven't painted the walls for a long time now.
They lived in a place where every single house looked better than theirs. That was probably because they had money and Franks family didn't.
He unlocked the doors and went in. There was only silence. Frank adored silence but at this moment with his troubled thoughts he was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Nobody was at home. His parents probably went somewhere without telling him or atleast warning him about it.
Typical.
It was getting dark outiside and Frank wasn't felling okay. Frank made his way to the bed. The sheets were clean and smelled like flowers.
He remembered that he changed them just a day ago. The smell of flowers suddently woke Frank up completely. He smelled like flowers. Gerard smelled like flowers. Frank caught himself thinking about the strange boy.
It was getting late and Frank fell asleep with a picture of a strange dark-haired boy in his mind.
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Notes

wup wup I'm melting. Fuck summer