I launched upwards in a cold sweat.
Screaming for help.
Moments later I was swarmed.
So many nurses rushed into my room.
That's right.
I wasn't the future king of hell.
I wasn't someone who had a love interest.
I would never leave here.
This was my destiny.
Here forever.
Needles in my arm.
They terrify me.
I don't like needles.
This is my home.
Not with my prince.
Not with my Frank.
In here.
In the asylum.
"Okay Gerard. It was a bad dream." A male nurse said.
He was the last one to leave.
Turning towards me at the door.
I couldn't move.
They had pinned my limbs down.
They didn't want me to hurt myself.
But there was something about this nurse.
I don't remember seeing him here.
But I remember him.
I know him.
He lifted down his face mask to his chin.
His eyes flashed a deep red colour before he left smirking.
It was him.
It was my Prince.
My everything.
My hope.
My Frankie.