OK, sorry for the delay I really am sorry, I suck I know. So please, enjoy and criticize. I'd love some critic.
Reviews:
Anonymous Reviewer: Thank you, I hadn't though of that. Really clever, I didn't see "Revolutionary Road" but I've heard good things. The ending's really depressing of course but, Thanks for reviewing!
Loves2Write34: Ha-ha Thanks don't worry I won't but the title may be a bit confusing. I explain the titles on my profile, if you want to check it out there, go ahead.
Chapter 1
"It's a Jailbreak Harry! I'm getting out of here! Finally no more of this shit they call food..." said Frank as the nurse wheeled him into the room, only to find the telivision still on with Harry asleep in the old armchair. I speckle of saliva hanging from their lips. He lightly shoved Harry's shoulder,
"Wuzzgoinon?" he slurred groggily, Frank chuckled at his friend. He placed a hand on his shoulder, while Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes,
"What's so important Frank that you had to wake me up? What-" 'Frank' interjected,
"Harry, these three years in this hellhole..." The nurse shot him a look, he rolled his eyes in response.
"I just wanted to say thanks for making my time here bearable, you're a great friend." He said patting him on the back, Harry cracked a smile and pulled him into a hug.
"Eh, it's nothing, you're only going for one special." Harry knew that the televison station had called, Charlotte had called in and told him right before Barbara Cramer had called Frank. Frank pulled away, and gave his friend a puzzled look.
"Charlotte called." he said, Frank nodded understanding. They spent their last few hours together talking about various things, then there was a horn.
"Mr. Watson the car's here," said the Nurse Jackie, meaning it was time to go to the Station. She wheeled him to the the white van that would take them to the, "News Number Five: with Barbara Cramer" station. Harry followed close behind,
"It was fun," said Frank shaking his hand, Harry nodded.
"Geez Frank, you get famous and decide to leave me for dirt. What a great friend you are." He said with the traces of sarcasm in his voice, Frank laughed. But he knew deep down, that he wasn't going to be seeing his friend for a very long time.
"Yeah, yeah see you old man."
"Jackass," muttered Harry,
"Dickhead," Frank called out as he was being helped into the Van.
"Son of a Bitch, oh and tell Charlotte I said, 'Hello'."
"Will do!" He called back, looking back on Harry Fitzpatrick for what he knew would be the last time. He knew seeing the portrait on the Television was a sign from Rose. She wanted him to go claim it, to make her proud. The low hum of the Van slowly made Frank drowsy,
"I'm coming Rose..." he muttered.
OK, I know it wasn't that great, but like I said "Critic" is welcomed. Jusqu'à la fois prochaine, lisez et passez en revue. Camille