Suffering Alone In Silence

Frank’s POV

Time has elapsed; actually it has ceased to exist. In my dream state, I am free from the cruelty and pain. I feel well rested and calm. I don’t really want to wake from this calm, so I might just stay here for a bit longer. I take a look around and notice a lady by my door. She is about thirty-five and has soft-looking black hair, styled nicely. She is dressed in leather and has a motorbike helmet in her hand. I prop myself up on my elbows and just look at her, taking in every intriguing detail about her. I decide that she is pretty and smile at her.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Do you know where you are?” She asks.

“No, but I am beginning to like it here,” I reply.

The lady smiles and walks over to me. She sits at the end of my bed and looks down at her boots. She lets out a sigh and looks back to me.

“You can’t stay here, there are people crying for you,” She whispers.

“Who are you?” I ask, confusion showing in my tone.

“My name is Jenny,” She tells me quietly.

“Why are you here?” I ask.

“I’m in between worlds, just like you. I got in a motorcycle accident. Frank, please go back, there are so many people that are crying over you. That boy, the one with the black hair, he’s praying for you to wake up. You don’t belong here.” She rambles.

“Is that why I don’t hurt, and I feel so calm?” I ask.

“Yes, now please go back, I beg of you, go back to that boy.” She begs.

“Will you be okay?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” She replies.

I nod once and then lay back down on the soft pillow.

I start to feel myself come back to reality. My whole arm hurts; actually my whole body hurts. I wiggle my fingers and toes, before slowly opening my eyes. I blink a few times to clear my vision and to adjust to the light of the room. I let out a tiny groan and feel something move over my hand. My immediate reaction is to move away from it, but I soon figure out that it is another hand.

“Gerard?” I mumble.

“I’m here sweetie, Oh my god, I thought you were gone,” He gushes before giving me a gentle hug.

“I hurt all over. What happened?” I ask.

“What do you remember?” He asks me.

“Nothing, I can’t remember anything past Donna making me something to eat.” I mumble.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, the doctor said that you probably wouldn’t remember.” Gerard replied.

“Oh.” I mumble.

We sit in silence for a moment before a doctor comes in and sees that I’m awake.

“Frank, how nice of you to join us again,” He greets.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well you have been in a coma for weeks. We didn’t think you were going to pull through,” He explains.

“Well I did, and I can’t help to feel disappointed in that fact.” The sarcasm drips from every word.
Both the doctor and Gerard stare at me in shock. I mean, I am Frank Iero, the timid little fuck up who wouldn’t say anything nasty to anyone. I can’t help the bitter feeling in me. I am resentful for waking up, I am tired of all the drama, I am so sick of being picked on.

“Mel is going to come down as soon as I call her and have a chat,” Gerard cuts through the silence.

“Great,” I mumble.

Gerard goes to call Mel while the doctor checks all my vitals.

“How is the pain, Frank?” He asks, while taking my pulse.

He writes it down on my chart.

“Horrible, everything hurts.” I state.

“Well, I’ll get you something for the pain. That way you’ll be more comfortable,” He says, with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I mumble.

I watch as he nods, and starts to walk out of my room. I can feel regret tug at my insides like a blunt knife.

“Wait,” I call out to the doctor.

The doctor turns and looks at me, before walking back over to me.

“I apologise for my bitterness before,” I mumble, looking down at the bed sheets.

“I understand Frank, really I do,” He accepts my apology with a smile and a pat to my undamaged shoulder.

“I’ll be back shortly with some pain relief,” He calls out as he walks out of my room.