'Cause You Stop The Noise.

Frank's POV.

"When you look in the mirror, do you like what you see?" I stared at her. If I liked what I saw in the mirror, would I have cut my body up as bad as I did? I think that maybe, if I was attractive, I'd be more careful and make cleaner cuts. Maybe I wouldn't cut at all. Looking good would probably solve a lot of my problems.

"No." I answer, looking down. I'm ashamed. What kind of 14 year old boy ends up in a hospital for attempting suicide, anyway? Shouldn't I be with my girlfriend? Or friends, getting drunk? Not that I have a girlfriend, or friends.

"Frank, I need you to look at me," I looked at her. "We're going to send you to a place where they help teens like you. Teens who are suicidal and depressed. Understand?"

Yes, I fucking understand. I'm crazy and I'm going to a mental ward.

"Why am I going to a mental ward?"

"Frank, it's not a mental ward. It's for normal teenagers who need a bit of help, who need to learn how to cope."

"I can cope on my own."

"That's why you're in a hospital for attempting suicide?" She stared at me.

"I'm not going."

"You have no choice."

And with that, she got up and left. Lovely woman. Your husband is one lucky man.

I layed back on my bed and closed my eyes. God, I need sleep. I've seen at least 8 nurses since I got here last night. Or this morning? What time is it?

Either way, I need to sleep. I have a bed for a reason, right?

I sound like the psychologist. I need to stop asking myself questions and calm down.