So many things happened today, and I'm still crying. I think I'm just emotional.

Well, first, I never even came out of my room until it turned night time. I just laid on my bed all day.

Guess what I was doing.

Give up?

I was making out with Brendon.

I know, I know. I'm crazy.

It was pleasant, though, I have to admit. I woke up crying, because of this bad dream that I had. I dreamt that Frank cheated on me, and I know he would never do that, but it just scared me, y'know? So, I was crying, and Brendon came over, and I noticed he was crying, too, and he told me that he dreamt that Ryan was cheating on him, too.

And one thing led to another, and we spent that whole entire day just lying on my bed and kissing.

Then, probably around eight, nine, when we both finally noticed that we were hungry, we came out and headed to the cafeteria, but a worker stopped me and said I had a phone call. I got all excited, because I thought it was Frank, so I ran over to the phone and held it close to my ear. I listened for a few moments, and at first I thought the phone went dead or that lady pulled a trick on me, because I couldn't hear anything.

But when I was about to hang up, I heard Frank's voice! I started to bounce on my heels, and when I was about to say his name, I heard him say, "You look beautiful." I looked down at my clothing, wondering how he could possibly see me, but I slowly began to realize something.

He wasn't talking to me.

Soon after, I heard him and someone else roll around on his bed, moaning, panting, groaning, and him saying how he missed being with them.

Needless to say, I got pissed.

I yelled into the phone, ripped it from the machine, and then went on to tear up the other phones by it.

Nobody came until I started throwing around anything that I could grab onto, and that someone was Brendon.

He held me around my waist and tried to get me to calm down. He was shaking me, and I was thrashing around, screaming at the top of my lungs. I wouldn't listen to him. He was telling me that whatever I heard wasn't true. He sometimes heard things whenever Ryan called him, but he just ignores it.

The only thing wrong with that is that Ryan hasn't called him, I don't think. Last time I talked to Tom, he said Ryan hasn't called.

I continued yelling and throwing things until some guys picked me up and carried me to the basement of the Institution. They threw me into this padded room by myself and closed the door.

They came back down after a few hours to give me my journal, and that's all what happened so far.

I don't understand.

Why would Frank do that to me?