Frank's real. That's all that I know. And I know I'm right. Frank isn't just in my mind, as they say. He isn't just a hallucination or a way of my brain coping with loneliness. He is real. He is as real as me and I am sure of it. And with him I am no longer lonely, and I am completely capable of looking after myself. I don't understand why they think I am inadequate to look after myself, as if I'm some sort of child. And anyway, I would always have Frank by my side to help me so I'd survive just fine anyway.

I don't want to stay here any more, I've told them time and time again that I'm completely sane but still they lock the doors and won't let me leave. I've told them that I'm fine and that Frank will help to protect me, but they disagree. Well, they are liars. Complete liars and they don't understand anything. And they never listen. Gee, I sound like a teenager yelling at their parents...but this is serious now. I've been trapped in this fucking hospice or mental home or whatever the fuck it is for too long now and I just want to get out! To feel the fresh air on my face and feel the wind ruffle my long hair as Frank walks by my side. I just want to feel...well I guess that I just want to feel alive.

To be quite honest I've lost track of the days. I've lost track of time in which I've been stuck between these four white walls, only allowed out at set times for food before I'm chased back inside for a stranger to come and talk to me. I don't want to fucking talk to a stranger about my feelings and that, I don't see how they can help when they simply sit there nodding and pretending to know how I feel. Because they don't! And they never will! And I know that its not their fault so they might as well leave the nutcase all alone to talk to his 'imaginary friend'.

I sigh, lifting myself from my bed and shaking steadily. The moon casting its light down through the window and I stood in its spotlight, peering into the mirror in which cracks webbed through from where I had punched it in rage last. My reflection stared back at me, cracked and broken: even without the cracked mirror my dull expression would have looked equally as desperate. Shadows almost lived under my eyes 24/7 because you know? You feel tired and you try and sleep but then your minds like: "oh hell no! We gunna fuck with you while you sleep 'till you're so scared to even close your eyes for a second!"

Thanks mind.

My hair was a dull red in the dim light and it fell down around my face, I brushed it aside to stare deep into my bloodshot eyes and notice my cracked lips.

"I'm such a mess..." I whisper to myself rolling my eyes and trying to keep my hair from my eyes which contrasts highly with my pale skin. I press my head against the mirror so that I can feel the cool sensation on my forehead and frown as I feel the cold travel down my spine almost taking over the entirety of my body. A few shards of glass prick blood from my face but I am beyond caring anymore. I mean...what's the point?

And then I feel it. I feel the warmth of his hand on my shoulder as he comforts me. I see his sad expression in the mirror, his dark hair falling over his staring green eyes that stand out in the darkness. A hood is pulled up over his head to shield half of his face and he stands on tiptoe to try and be the same size as me. What I can see of his face looks tired and his hoodie is frayed at the edges but still he smiles gently. He still has hope. His hands are inked with tattoos that are embedded into his skin, though they are more delicate and meaningful than any needle-related art I've ever laid eyes on. Introducing Frank: my best friend.

"I hate it here..." I whine, feeling a comforting sense rush through my veins as he smiles gently.
"We will get out Gee..." Promises Frank, his lips moving softly and his shadow disappeared back into the darkness that surrounded me.
"Thank you...." I whisper back.

Notes

Hello again. I'm back again with another fanfic. I hope that this will be okay, I'm doing my best to write something a little different. I also have a new account because I've been unable to log in to my old account for about a month. :( not too sure on the genres for this story but I hope it's okay regardless. If you are reading then I'd like to thank you for giving this a chance. Hope you have a noice day/night. :)
-Lou