Chapter 9

It was now about 2AM, and Blake lay in his bed, unable to even think about sleep, though he was extremely tired, he had no way of accessing sleeping pills to help him sleep. It wasn't helping that he could hear everyone outside Frankie's door giggling and laughing at her talking in her sleep.

Blake had grown accustomed to Frankie sleep talking, because he related with her insomnia, and getting any sleep at all was an achievement, so sleep talking didn't bother him too much, but Frankie would often mumble things more since Connor left.

Frankie walked through the emotionless, white corridors of the hospital, searching for Connor's room.

"I'm sorry Frankie; we've done all we can." A doctor said turning his frown into a sadistic, Chelsea grin. His eyes widened, though there was nothing in his eyes, as if they had rolled backwards in his skull, and blood dribbled out of his mouth and nose. "Now, it's your turn." The man said, handing her a gun. "You know what to do."

"No, isn't there another way?" Frankie pleaded, tears streamed down her face. "Can I bring Connor back? I'll die, Connor can stay. I'm worthless compared to him, please."

"Well you could always take another option, but you'll get the same results." The Man cheered sinisterly. Then, the ground opened up, and she saw everyone she'd ever loved, in pain, dying, in agony. Covered in blood, and kept within arm's reach of her.
"They'll be free when you do it Frankie, they'll all be free. If you say no… well" Then he turned round and kicked Vinnie in the gut, leaving the nice powerful young man him winded, and looking like a shell of his former self.

"STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She screamed.

"And what about these two?" She asked, dragging up Blake and Connor. "What if I gave you this knife, and you must kill yourself for them both to live, or kill one, for you to live with the other."

"What sort of sick game is this?" She asked, with tears going down her face.

"You have thirty seconds… tick-tock, tick-tock, tick tock…" The man hissed.

"Alright, I'll do it." She said snatching the knife from his hand. Her hand was shaking as she brought the knife up to her throat.

"Don't do it Frankie!" She heard the boys shouting at her from behind him, but she couldn't listen. She couldn't. In one swift movement, she pulled the knife across her throat, slipping out of the world she was currently in. As more began to fade into blackness, she could here faint giggles in the background, and her breathing got heavier, and she could feel the tears on her face.

Frankie shot up, clutching her throat, gasping for air. She had no clue on what had just happened, but it wasn't funny. Drying her eyes was useless, as she was still wiping away tears still forming in her eyes. A small trickle of blood ran from her nose.

She heard giggles from the other side of her door, and she clenched her fists and tip-toed to the door, maybe this was a dream too, and the giggles where those of the minions, torturing her loved ones. She opened the door to see most of the Elm Tree House residents standing by her door, close enough to her prediction.

"Leave him alone!" Johnny mocked.

"Stop it!" Tyler added laughing.

Frankie just froze. She couldn't tell everyone about how messed up her dream was, it was only a dream after all, but she couldn't deny, this was tearing her apart. She couldn't reply, she could only just stand there, wishing for everything to just disappear.

"Awww did Frankie get scared." Acid joined in.

Just then, Blake opened his door, looking annoyed with all the noise, and just fed up with them in general.

"Oh, and you woke up Blake, with his insomnia too, good going Frankie." Tee added.

"No, actually your insensitive giggling woke me up." Blake corrected. "Now if you have nothing better to do with your lives than to pick at someone's faults I really think you should sort out your priorities. You have no idea what's obviously made her so upset, and it's disgusting to think you's don't even care."

"You're siding with her‽" Johnny asked sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I am, because if I'm honest, it's disgusting the way you treat her, and I don't care if you all hate me for it, because you're all just vile. Now run along so I can actually get some sleep."

After a few glares, the group left, leaving a dishevelled and very confused Frankie standing in her doorway.

"Why did you do it Blake?" Frankie asked, no louder than a whisper.

"Because I decided it's time to do the right thing." Blake replied softly. "Do you want to talk about it or…"

"…I dunno, it's kind of stupid." Frankie replied shaking her head.

"I doubt I'm sleeping tonight because of that lot in anyway, I promise you it's not stupid." He said holding out his hand. "We'll just sit and talk."

"Okay." Frankie sighed breaking into a faint smile and taking his hand. She felt slightly more comfortable knowing someone had her back; she just hoped he wouldn't change his mind after everything.

Blake led Frankie into his room, and he switched on his bedside lamp. He slumped onto the floor, resting is back against his bed.

"Sit down, I don't bite." Blake invited, and Frankie joined him on the floor, and she brought her knees to her chest, and rested her chin on her knees.

"I dunno what happened." Frankie sighed. "I mean, I know what happened in my head, but… I'm just confused on why."

"It could just be mind games, I mean it's the first time I've heard you like that." Blake responded. "You do talk in your sleep a lot though."

Frankie blushed; it was slightly embarrassing that it would happen. Even worse since Blake's insomnia is worse than hers, so she felt as if he never got sleep because of her. "I'm sorry, I…"

"It's never more than a word or two." Blake replied. "It doesn't bother me. It's kind of cute really."

Frankie blushed even more. "Look I'm really sorry for waking you up."

"Honestly woman." He scolded jokingly. "How many times do I need to say it? It wasn't even you." He said wrapping his arms around Frankie. Frankie rested her head on his shoulder.

They both fell into a silence after that. Although, it wasn't uncomfortable, both felt so comfortable with each other, even if they barely spoke.

"Fancy going out tomorrow?" Frankie asked groggily, being half asleep, and probably didn't comprehend what she had just said.. "Just to kill some time, and get away from here."

"Yeah, we could." Blake replied with a weary smile, close to falling asleep himself. "I'd quite like to."

"Any idea of where to go?" Frankie asked on the brink of consciousness herself. She waited for a bit before turning to see why she didn't get a response. Then, she turned to see an exhausted looking Blake soundly asleep on the floor of his bedroom, and Frankie didn't really want to move and wake him, not that she could, as her eyelids became heavier, and she drifted out of consciousness and for the first time in days, she felt safe.

AN: I'm late for this, sorry D: I had writers block after Frankie's dream, they won't be getting worse than this at all, and this was probably her worst nightmare, just so you guys know it won't be getting stupidly creepy.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and this too, and if anyone wants to submit ideas or anything let me know, I'm always open for a PM to talk, about anything really ^_^