Notable Occasions on the Calendar of Dread

I came into the room quietly, trying to step along the wooden floor as lightly as possible, and I turned to meet three pair of eyes on me.

"Where's my bag?" I asked, not to either of them in particular. Frank pointed over at the wall, and I saw my black backpack slouched beside it, begging to be picked up. I quickly shuffled over to it, and pulled out the burn phone, sliding along the bottom of the screen to unlock it, I texted Genevieve quickly, and wondered whether or not she would answer.

I turned around when I felt eyes on me; if eyes are truly the windows to the soul, his are an enchanting hazel, that hang behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. I look over his face and he features moving up to hir hair, a mixture of blonde and brown that falls back over a flawless face.

"Nice shirt," he smirks at me.

"Sorry, Mikey, it was the first thing I grabbed," Frank said.

"Looks nice on you--" he stops suddenly.

"Lacey," I said quietly, not to give myself away.

"Do you want something?" a third voice chims in, and I look over to see Ray.

I think for a moment, what would I like? A nice tall glass of get me the fuck out of here and let me be on my own, I feel like I'm being monitored again.

"Coffee?" was the first thing my mind sent to my mouth. I couldn't quite remember the last time I had coffee, they never allowed it as the ward unless it was decaffeinated, which didn't taste the same to me. Sometimes, my sister would sneak some in, saying it was hers, and then allow me to drink it when no one was looking.

"How do you take it?" Ray asked me again, breaking my concentration.

"Just black is fine," I mumble.

Gerard comes out of an adjacent room, yelling about how the car is almost packed and then stops and looks at me.

"How are you?" he asks me like its appropriate.

"Fucking fine," I sneer back at him, setting the coffee back on the counter.

"I'm not your science experiment, you know, your help is not required nor is it needed," I spit towards the group as a whole.

"We want to help you," Gerard mumbled softly, almost defeated.

I notice my black shirt crumpled into the garbage can behind him when he moves a step closer to me, and quickly I go over to it, strip myself of Mikey's god awful shirt, and pull the blood stained one over my head. I quickly realize that while they were standing behind me, they probably saw my spine, ribs, and shoulder blades trying to pierce through my body. Not to mention the abundance of scars.

"How are you alive?" Frank mutters, I assume before he can stop himself.

I wipe my nose on the back of my hand and fight the urge to cry, attack them, and scream. "I've been wondering that myself," I mutter back before I walk out the door, and slam it as hard as humanly possible.

I stumble down the small driveway, and onto the sidewalk, not knoing or recognizing and names of the streets. How far had I gone with them? I can do one of two things: I could walk until I couldn't feel my legs, and I don't have a great track record when it comes to ebing alone, or I coulf sit on the curb and wait for something. Anything.

I sat down. I look at my laces of my boots and fidget with them to occupt my mind. I tiryry tp tie and retie the laces but they won't hold. I fight the urge to cry, tears welling up in my eyes, and instead dig through the bag looking for anything that I might have missed.

In the front pocket there is a pair of headphones, some pencils and nothing else too eciting. I pull out the headphones in a clump and begin to untangle them.

"You can't run away from your problems," Gerard's voice says behind me, I didn't evenhear him come up.

"Is that a threat or a challenge?" I sneer back sarcasticaly at him.

"I just want to help you," he asnwers. I stand up on the curb in hopes to give me more added height than what I actually have.

"And what? You're going to try?" I asked. "I'm not the only broken person," I add.

"Helping you makes one less. Listen, just spend a week--hell five days with us and then you can choose to do whatever it is that you want. All I know is that you're roubled with something and take your coffee black. I just want to make sure you're well enought to not en up on the bathroom floor," Gerard says.

So, if group therapy, art therapy, electroshock therapy a dn idividual therapy didn't work. Maye coffee stained red leather mixed with alternative rock boy band therapy would.

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