Subject 23-Z

Frank pov


You know in mental asylums in the movies there's always that one crazy person sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth as they stare at the wall? Well that's what I feel like right now and I'm not even in an asylum. My mind drifts to deadly topics, leaving my mind fried after just thinking about the overwhelming things. Murder, suicide, rape, it all crosses my mind and leaves me alone in my cage of fear. Why do these topics cross my mind, I don't know. I guess sometimes when all you have is your mind to talk to, it brings out the worst. Maybe it's my lack of blood coursing through my veins that's causing these thoughts. I wonder how much blood they actually took.

I try to think of calming memories to soothe the anxiety and nausea rising in my stomach.

Soothing.

Not a word im very familiar with.

The closest memories I would have that would fall under the meaning of that word would have to be my thirteenth birthday.

It's funny how something so unimportant as a child's birthday could be their happiness memory, that's why you have to treat everything like your most valuable memory because it could be.

Well on my thirteenth birthday I remember it was the first time my mother could actually buy me a present and I was beyond joyous when she announced I would be getting one. I didn't really care what it was honestly, I was more excited about the fact that my mother actually took time to get me this.
I remember her handing me the blue and green wrapped gift and me eagerly taking it and ripping open the box that held the present inside.

It was a small square shaped box. When I finally had unwrapped it, I just stared at it in shock. It was a guitar pick.

My mother laughed at the confused expression on my face and I remember that she left the room. I thought this was some kind of joke until she came back with a guitar in her hands and I practically screamed and hugged her so tight. This was by far my best memory, maybe even my only one. I locked up all of the others.



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"Frank?"

I expected that familiar nasally voice to fill my ears, but it doesn't come. Instead it's a higher pitched voice probably from a female. I wipe the tears that have been trickling down my cheeks for the past few hours.

"Yes?" I respond trying my hardest to not have a voice crack and let the tears flow all over again.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes." I say again and the door creaks open.

In comes an attractive woman that looks very familiar.

"Frank, I'm Nurse Amy Lee, I believe we've met before?"

"Uh-yeah I think so." Where is Dr. Way? I want to ask, but I decide to keep my mouth shut.

"Well anyway, this is a situation regarding your blood test," She begins, and I feel my face turn a ghostly white. "It seems that we have lost your blood sample so we will be needing to get another."

Wait...isn't that too soon? I remember Dr. Way telling me that if we take too many samples that I could potentially die from blood loss.

"Isn't that too soon for a blood test?" I say, my face still as pale as the snow littering the streets outside.

"Yes, actually, but you should be fine considering you haven't had much blood taken from you yet. It's only the beginning of the experiments."

I can feel my hate for this woman bubbling up inside of me. She wants to kill me. They all want to kill me. My parents sent me here as an indirect way of killing me.

"I'll have Dr. Smith sent up here to get you in about an hour." She says and then leaves the room, making it very clear to lock the door behind her.

I hate this woman. I hate this place. I hate my life. Maybe those thoughts from before were a sign, that today is my day to die.



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"Frank, it's Dr. Way can I come in?"

"Yes." I mumble, but before I finish, the door is already half way open.

"Is everything alright?"

I chuckle a little practically spitting out the next words.

"I thought doctors didn't care about the wellbeing of their patients."

He looks taken aback at my statement.

"Frank, what do you mean?"

"I mean, everyone here is trying to kill me! I just had my blood test days ago and they're giving me another claiming they "lost the first" bullshit."

He has a confused expression on his face and then opens his mouth to speak.

"Frank, you're not supposed to have another test for days." He says, and begins to look mildly worried.

"Dr. Lee was just in here telling me that I'm getting another test taken. Some Dr. Smith is supposed to come get me in an hour."

"You're not supposed to have..-" He starts before he's cut off by the door opening.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Frank Iero." The person I suspect to be Dr. Smith says and stops in his tracks when he sees Dr. Way.

"Um, Dr. Way what are you doing here?" He asks, and i might have sensed a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"I'm visiting one of my patients." He says like it's obvious.

"Well im going to have to ask you to leave."

"You can't give this patient another blood test, it's too soon." He says, completely ignoring what Dr. Smith just said.

"Im afraid I can't listen to you. You're not in charge of this patient anymore." He says, glaring daggers at Dr. Way.

"Since when?" Dr. Way snaps back.

"Now."

Notes

oh my god sorry It took so long to update!

Ive vey been really busy, I now have a black cast on cuz I broke my thumb...isn't that great.

ive also been hanging out with my boyfriend way too much I've made a YouTube channel and Halloween so yea ive been a busy potato surprisingly

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