frankie never liked hospitals. she hated the musky scent of rubber gloves and the insistent beeping of the heart monitor. she never liked the overly-happy nurses or the jackass doctors who thought they were better than everyone…

she absolutely loathed the hospital gown that parted so you could see her ass. not that it wasn't a cute ass, but still - she felt violated, nonetheless.

but what was even worse than hospitals, frankie realized, were the psychologists.

she hated them too.

"don't worry, frankie," he soothed as he stood next to her. his eyes glimmered as he winked, looking back at the dark oakwood door that stood in between frankie and her dreaded psychologist. "there's nothing wrong with you."

"get out of my head…" frankie's voice was shaky as she shouldered past the dark, blond haired man. he only smirked at her retreating figure as she shoved the door open.

her psychologist, dr mathew lloyd, was a kind man with kind eyes. frankie knew she could have been given worse, but she still entered the room gingerly, the smell of coffee and old books greeting her. dr lloyd stood up, his brown eyes brightening at the sight of frankie. he stood up from where he was sitting, holding out his hand.

frankie hesitated, glancing at his hand then at the place surrounding them. she could hear whispers in the distance. she swallowed; they're not real, they're not real, they're not real.

"it's okay, frankie," he spoke up again. his blue eyes sparkled as he made his way towards the leather chair beside the one frankie was to sit in. he sat down, casually laying his feet on the coffee table separating them from dr lloyd. frankie stared at him and he flashed her another comforting smile. frankie nodded before shaking dr lloyd's hand.

it felt rough and dry - obviously the guy never heard of lotion.

"alright." dr lloyd cleared his throat as he sat down in leather chair across from frankie - she noticed as he crossed his left leg over his right - as he clicked open his pen, clipboard in hand. frankie stared at the clipboard, flinching at the sight of it.

she hated him asking her questions.

she hated not being normal.

she hated hearing different things… inhumane things. almost as if they were the screams of hell.

"-cesca… francesca?"

frankie shook her head, dr lloyd's deep voice ringing in her ears. she shifted her position, her fingers playing with one another - she tended to pick at the cuticles surrounding her nails when she felt distressed or uncomfortable; dr lloyd's voice was one of the things that made her uncomfortable. she didn't like how deep it was - she didn't think it suited his face - and she also didn't like the smell of his office.

obviously the guy never heard about air fresheners either.

"this place reeks," blue-eyed angel commented from beside her. his face scrunched up in disgust and in a few seconds flat, returned to normal when he noticed that frankie was looking at him again. he winked once more before pointing to dr lloyd. frankie looked at him to see he was writing something down on his clipboard.

"how are you feeling today, francesca?" he asked, not looking up from the clipboard. once he finished writing he uncrossed his legs, setting the clipboard on his lap, gripping onto it tight as his brown eyes seemed to bore into frankie's mind… looking into her soul, almost.

"good," responded frankie. she stared at the floor. instead of a mucky, old carpet that she had presumed the first time she came here, it was polished wood floor - a dark wood. if she wanted to be pretentious, she would describe it as cherry wood.

dr lloyd nodded, a small smile forming on his face. frankie squirmed in the leather chair - she felt as if she were sinking into it. she heard dr lloyd click his pen once more to see he was taking some more notes. she silently scolded herself for being so squeamish - her aunt and uncle already thought she was insane… she didn't need to be admitted to a mental hospital.

"can you tell me what happened to your parents?" dr lloyd asked.

frankie shook her head on instinct. she hated talking about her parents murder. not only was it the cause of people thinking she was schizophrenic… but ever since they died, he started following her everywhere and frankie did not like that.

almost as much as she didn't like hospital, and loud beeping machines, and the tv show pretty little liars and dr lloyd and his fake-ass smile and smelly office.

"i'm going to prescribe you this medication," dr lloyd started as he began jotting some more information down on a slip of paper. "give it to nurse anna on your way out."

frankie heard him snort from beside her. she looked at him, her eyes narrowed. he met her gaze, shrugged nonchalantly, then looked around the office. "kind of a bland place… don't you think? would look better with maybe some dead bodies, blood…"

"shut up, lucifer! just shut the fuck up!" frankie screamed.

frankie heard dr lloyd rip the very paper he was writing on as he stared at her. frankie swallowed, her throat dry - she was sure fucked up now.

"lucifer?" dr lloyd asked.

fix this, fix this, fix this. "um."

"is that who you think is talking to you?" dr lloyd asked, his eyebrow raised. "lucifer? in other words… satan?"

"i-" frankie stammered.

"shame," he drawled, standing up from his seat as he sauntered towards dr lloyd. he stood behind the man, waving his hand in the doctor's face. he looked back up at frankie, shrugging. "guess you really are looney, frankie."

frankie bit her lip, staring at the angel-gone-dark standing behind her psychologist-that-she-obviously-didn't-need. "after all," he continued, tapping the side of his head, near the right of his temple, "how can i be here if i'm all the way down there…?" he lowered his finger to point at the ground.

frankie must have twitched or her face distorted in disgust as dr lloyd cleared his throat. she could hear in his tone that he was trying his hardest to keep his temper. "frankie, i can't help you unless you tell me everything that happened that night."

"ooh, yeah frankie. i'd like that. let me get the popcorn and call up some of my buddies and we can have a day of reminiscence - the day frankie joined the dark side." he made large hand gestures before stopping in front of frankie. he knelt down in front of her, the smirk still plastered on his face - frankie thought it was cruel to have such a beautiful… what did he call it? 'vessel'?... become so distorted due to the fact it was holding lucifer in its midst. frankie stared into his blue eyes - baby blue eyes… the only thing she liked about him - as he rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"sorry," he continued, "we don't have cookies."