"Gerard?!" A voice stated as it peered over my shaking body, "Gerard, can you hear me?"

My eyes shot open and I sat up as quickly as possible, the bright light of my room sending me dizzy for a second before I seemed to regain my 'balance'. I looked down to my arm to see that it was still there, the word FRIEND carved deep into my arm although the blood seemed to have stopped flowing only leaving a trail across the covers, though the figure knelt next to me didn't seem to notice. I looked around. Where was it? Where was it hiding? But more importantly where was Frank?

"Gerard....are you okay?" I heard the voice repeat again, and there I saw my therapist knelt down by my side. She wore a plain black scarf that wrapped around the edges of her face and she'd always try and do the best for me, even if we didn't agree on everything. Her face was a glowing faded brown colour to which chocolate brown eyes stared at me from. She was quite small, barely taller than Frank and her voice was soft and gentle.

"Frank!" I shouted, "Frank is gone!" I grabbed her shoulders and shook them with urgency.
"We have to go and find him!" I yelled, she looked at me blankly. Did she not understand that Frank was in trouble?! Did she not understand that he had been taken by it?! Did she not understand that we needed to save my friend?!
"Gerard calm down." She said calmly, placing her hand on my shoulder and trying to get me to sit back down on the bed.
"No!" I shrugged her off and stood up, rifling through my drawers and throwing my stuff in a pile before kneeling down and stuffing my few belongings into a bag. "We have to find Frank!" I yelled, "h-he is in danger and we need to save him!"
"It was probably just a dream Gerard! You know what we said about Frank, you understand that right?"
"Don't you understand?!!!" I screamed, "we need to save him! We have to help him! He is going to DIE if we don't!!!" I threw my bag over my shoulders and headed towards the door to find that it had been locked.
"We need to save him!!! Creature will kill him!!!" I cried as tears ran down my face, why didn't she understand? Was she just going to let my friend die?

'It's mad....just dump it here until the worthless things sane!'

I heard a voice to my left whisper, the tones sharp and deep. I recognised it from Mikeys phone; my dad was talking to me. No. He was talking about me. I glanced to my left to see no father stood there but the words still seemed to repeat and crash around my mind. I jumped to the side in shock as my own mother began to speak.

'I don't want my family to have anything to do with this little shit. Can't it just hurry up and kill itself already!'

They...they were talking about me. I could hear them. Their voices identical to how I remembered them, everything was just so similar.

'I-I want nothing to do w-with that psychotic fuck! I never w-want to see it again!'

Mikey?! My own little brother said that. He said he never wanted to see me again!

'It's fat...'

'It's ugly...'

'It's w-worthless...'

'It never meant anything to me and I want it gone...'

I screamed, holding my hands over my ears and sinking down to the floor in an attempt to make the voices stop. But it was no use, they seemed to chant the same messages over and over again. My own family. My own family hate me, and I thought that Mikes actually cared and now Frank was gone!

"Gerard. You skipped your meds today, didn't you?" My therapist came and sat down next to me, providing little comfort as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried to hold me steady in an attempt to stop me from shaking.
"They don't work anyway! They never have!" I yelled, shaking my head with my hands still clutched over my ears.
"And you skipped your therapy session too."
I nodded.
"Gerard. You're not going to get better if you keep skipping the sessions."
"I don't need to get better!" I yelled, "I'm fine! There is nothing wrong with me! But we need to save Frank!"
"We talked about Frank..." She began, "we talked about how Fran-"
I screamed. How dare she say that about Frank when he needed our help so much!

"We need to find him! We need to find him!" I shouted, "we need to find Frankie..." I began sobbing now with tears rolling down my face, "we don't have much time..." Tears continued to stream down my face as they dripped onto the floor. I might as well have given up: My mum hates me. My dad hates me. My brother hates me. My own friend is probably going to be dead soon and nobody will help me save him. Liam hates me. Everyone hates me.

My therapist shuffled over to her bag which lay strewn across the floor, rummaging around until she brought out a notepad and pencils. My notepad and pencils. She handed it to me and I took it gratefully, turning over the first page to see a drawing of my brother there, his smile, his hair. I looked away and quickly turned over the page, my tears now falling onto a page in which a drawing of Frank lay with his eyes happy and a perfect smile placed onto his lips. His hair was neat and every strand seemed to be in the exact right place which swept away from light skin which held a slightly red flush to the cheeks.
I turned over another page and there Frank sat again, this drawing from a week after. Shadows now formed underneath Franks eyes but he still wore a smile though it seemed fragile and weak as if he was doing his best to cling onto the little happiness that he had left. I turned over the page onto the next drawing of Frank: all colour had drained from his face and his hair lay strewn across his head in all different directions.
I let another week of my friends life pass as I flipped over to my next drawing of him...last weeks drawing. His hair covered up most of his face with the smile almost non-existent, shadows wrapped around his eyes even more so the only thing that glittered being his sad green eyes.
Frank had been dying and I didn't even notice, I'm such a terrible friend.

"In yesterdays therapy I was going to ask you to draw Frank again but, well, would you like to draw this weeks Frank now?"
I nodded picking up a pencil and letting it gently fall into place in my hand. I pressed the end of it to the paper and closed my eyes. I often drew with my eyes closed, it helped me focus on Franks figure, his outline, his features. I felt the pencil sway as I moved it across the paper and heard the gentle scratching's of the lead being rubbed off onto the page. I felt my heart rate slow as I drew, I don't know how long it took but when I finished I placed the pencil down and handed the book to my therapist before opening my eyes to the sunlight of dawn which began to flood gently into the room.

"Gerard...this isn't Frank..." She said as she traced the outline of my drawing, she handed it to me and I saw it again. The half eaten flesh face was carved into the page, the eyes full of grey and the hands skeletal with ribs erupting from the grey skin that coated the heaving chest. I began to shake at the sight of the drawing. It was so real, the exact same as what I had seen last night.

"This is Creature. This is what we need to save Frank from..." I whispered, "and we don't have much time."

Notes

Hello. I has returned! I hope this chapter was okay though I do feel bad for hurting Gerard again. There will probably be another update tomorrow or Wednesday. Thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate the views and comments. :)
-Lou