Subject 23-Z

Frank pov


Since when can that bitch be in charge of me? I never thought I'd be this upset about Dr. Way having to leave..ok maybe that's a lie, but still.

Dr. Smith has no authorization over me whatsoever, how can he just swoop in and say he's in charge of me? Is he Dr. Way's boss? Can Dr. Way still visit me?

All these questions runs through my head, clouding up my mind and giving me a severe headache.

Dr. Smith's going to kill me.

They all are.

The only person I actually felt safe with was Dr. Way and now I feel like that somewhat protective shell around me has shattered and im alone now.

Why does everything have to happen to me?

I get a little bit of light shown on my life and soon enough it gets burnt out, bringing back the darkness that's always seemed to fill my life. Darkness isn't good all the time, it's normal, but sometimes it's good to have at least a little light stick with you the whole time. Apparently I don't deserve that.



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This whole time I had forgotten my surroundings and realized that I have had tears running down my face the entire time and Dr. Smith and Dr. Way are both like looking down on me.

Dr. Way tries to take a step towards me, but Dr. Smith just holds out his arm stopping him from getting any nearer. I can see the livid expression on his face as he clenches his fists at his side.

"So, I can't even get near him now?" Dr. Way shouts.

"What is it with this boy, that's got you all messed up?" Dr. Smith snaps back.

"Nothing he's simply another patient and how would you feel if you had a patient just taken away from you with no notice?"

Ouch that hurt a little bit. I knew it was nothing but I couldn't help but feel like we were maybe becoming friends, or he liked me a little more than the other patients. I guess it's his job to make you feel this way though.

Dr. Way looks at the hurt expression on my face and looks down.

"If you would let us continue with what we know is right for Frank he would still be your patient!" Dr. Smith yells.

"That's the problem. You don't do what's right for Frank, you do what's right for you guys. This is all an elaborate scheme for MONEY." Dr. Way snaps back.

Dr. Smith just stops.

If this were a cartoon, he would have steam blowing out of his ears at this moment. I don't think I've ever seen someone so angry.

"You will not interfere with this patient anymore. He will do what we say, end of story." He says, slamming the door behind him and leaving me and Dr. Way in the room.

"Frank, listen to me," He says sitting on the ground next to me, a panicked look on his face as he looks at the door every few seconds. "I will try to visit you as much as I can, they're going to kill you, that's they're plan for this and I won't let it happen. I'm gonna get you out of here and we're gonna escape in a month. All you have to do for me is make through this month. Can you do this for me?"

I stay silent for a few minutes.

"Can you?" He asks again, a worried look on his face.

"Why are you trying to help me? You have so many other patients." I ask.

"Because, you're not just another patient. You're the only one here who actually wants to get out of here, everyone else is brainwashed. You need to get out before that happens to you."

"Alright." I say.

"I'm in."



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I sit on my bed with my hands pulling at the hair on my head.

"Just another month, just another month." I whisper softly over and over to myself.

I told myself not to lose it, but I can't help but feel on the verge of losing my sanity. I have so many things to think about, not dying in this next month my top priority, with staying sane a close second.

All I have to do is make it to the next month, then Im free. Hopefully.

I just have to trust Dr. Way enough to know that he's gonna make it through this and we're going to escape in the end.

I hear a knock on my door and I slowly life up my head.

"Are you ready for your blood test?" Dr. Smith who has returned, asks.

I get up quick.

"NO!" I scream, punching him in the face, blood now oozing down his face in many different patterns.

My nails have grown long from being in here and I drag them down the side of his face, cutting open his cheek.

He starts to fight back before I hear a voice.

"Frank! Frank are you even listening you idiot?" Dr. Smith says shaking me.

That didn't actually happen.

It was just some sick and twisted daydream. and I loved it.

Every minute of it.

He takes my hand and drags me down the hallway to the room where I will be tested.

All I have to think is one more month.

And how good it felt to tear his bastard face right open.

Notes

IM SO SORRY. Ok I feel like I haven't updated in an eternity and I feel horrible. I've honestly been extremely busy, because I broke my thumb so I had to deal with that and a bunch of other problems.

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