toxic | | | frank iero au

.3.

"No."

The word is spoken from chapped, bleeding lips. They try not to stare and fail.

"Please, Ms. Morrison."

"No. I will not "share with the group"."

She crosses her arms over her chest, and looks over at the door as it opens.

Two guys walk in.

Gerard, who has been here as long as she has, and some new guy, who tends to lick his lips allot.

Gerard sits next to her, the guy on the other side of him.

"Everyone welcome our newest patient, Frank."

A collective grumble raises from the group.

Anastasia studies Frank.

Shifting,dark eyes. Rough hands. And the constant tap of his foot.

He's sacred.

And it makes something well up in her chest.

She doesn't like it.

Gerard gives her a nod and slight smile.

No one really has friends here, only people you are sick with.

Gerard is insomiac, she hears him singing at night.

His little brother, Mikey, who is sitting across from her, is Mentally mute and has only a small group of people he'll talk to. When he does talk, his voice is quiet and soft.

Their other "friend", Ray Toro is here for being Bulimic. He is under Anastasia's watch during all meals as well as the other two's.
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Frank sits next to Gerard, nervously tapping his foot.

Gerard nudges his leg.

"Calm down."

Frank pushes air past his lips and looks over at the girl, just past Gerard.

Blood dots her lips. That's the only thing distinguishing them from the rest of her face.

Her eyes are a dark contrast to the rest of her, covered by white clothing.

He notices she's the only one here with long sleeves.

"-story with us, Frank?"

He snaps from his daze to see the leader of the group, smiling widely at him.

"I'm here because people believe I'm sick."

"And how are you sick?"

"I don't feel anything."

His face contours into a twisted look.
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Anastasia watches Frank. There's a battle going on behind his eyes.

And he's losing.

A snarl comes from his pink lips as his pupils change to pin-points.

She licks the blood from her own and watches him.

"I'm not s-sick."

He's struggling to get words out.
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He's back.

The very reason he's in thus hell-hole. His field of vision shrinks and he can see each person.

He can see their every weakness.

By only the tremble in their breath or the movement of their hands.

"NO."

The word rips through his body.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"
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Frank is on the ground, screaming. His eyes are suddenly bloodshot, making them look green.

Anastasia reaches for him, but then draws her hand back.

He's fighting something.

All of the sudden, his body stops trembling. He's still, his forehead presses to the cold floor.

"Frank?"

The group leader looks a little shaken.

He sits up, his pupils still small, and sits back in his chair.

He seems to have grown bigger, and suddenly dwarfs the plastic chair.

"Can you e-explain what that was?"

"I woke up."

His voice is cold and smooth, like he's making a business deal.

"Um...what do you mean?"

"I was asleep. And I. Woke. Up."

"Weren't you already awake?"

"Wasn't your mother disappointed?"

"E-Exsuse me?"

"To find her son had out burning things. And people."

"W-What-"

"Oh, she's real proud of you, Billy. So proud that her son is a Psychotic Pyromaniac."

His voice is coming out in a hissing fashion now.

The clock strikes 2:30.

Frank marches out, everyone quietly following.

Anastasia stays close to Gerard and Mikey as they enter the cafeteria.

People watch Frank with caution. He picks up a tray and slams it on an empty table. He immediately buries his head in his arms.

They sit down on the other side of the table.

"Hi guys!!"

She looks up at Ray and smiles.

"Hi, Ray."

He sits next to her, and begins scarfing his food down.

"Slower, sunshine."

He nods and swallows.

Gerard is sketching out something on a napkin, Mikey is leaned over his shoulder, quietly pointing things out.

Frank sits at the other end of the table, still not moving.

"What do you think?" Gerard asks, laying the napkin out.

It's a desolate city, with some kind of parade going through the middle of it.

Five people stand on a float in the front, wearing parade uniforms.

"It's the Black Parade."

"Cool!!" Ray says, smiling widely.

Gerard begins to explain it, Anastasia keeps an eye on Ray.

He leans toward Frank and says something.

Frank grunts in response and pushes his tray toward Ray.

"Ray, I don't kn-"

"I'll be okay, Ana. Promise."

She bites her lip, "Okay."

Long af chapter. Don't get used to it.