Today's The Day - Relocation
"You ready to go?" Jeff's voice was soft, but still made chills run up her spine when he spoke to her.
Franky turned around and nodded, keeping her eyes on the floor and her jaw clenched tight. She went through her drawers and collected the remaining items of what was hers and shoved them roughly in her duffle bag. It wasn't what she expected to happen at all; hell she was supposed to be dead. But of course, like a work of magic her fathers had come home to find her blue faced on her bed. Jeff left the room staggering slowly before he turned and walked down the flights of stairs. With every loud thud, she felt her heart beat in sync and her lungs fill with air. She looked down at the stained blood on her pillow from that very night and closed her eyes remembering it all.
The coughing was the worst of it, gagging for air like it was never going to come. Breathing wasn't second nature anymore and her voice didn't work. Like a flash, sweat dripped down her forehead and her body twitched and twirled until she laid face down in a pool of blood seeping from her lungs. There was vomit, a lot of it actually, but she had blacked out before it even had happened. Franky was a little glad she didn't get to see the look on her fathers face's of the sight of their newly taken in daughter. She felt like a complete failure, tortured into this stupid world she didn't want to be in. She felt worse than a failure, if there could be anything worse. Franky would've taken a ditch in the ground to lay down and die in than feel what she felt at this very moment.
Her father's expected a perfect daughter, but unfortunately they were stuck with her. A stupid piece of shit that could not even get death right. They told her they loved her, but it was through scared black eyes that made no sense to her.
Why would they just lie like that? Why won't they just send me back? Why would anyone want a daughter like me?
She stuffed the last of her clothes in her bag and sat on her bed staring down at her hands. The same hands that made her take those pills and make this new arrangement happen. The same hands that were tied up daily and couldn't fight back. The same fucking hands that couldn't take out a cunt of a girl that was ruining her life. Franky went under her bed and found her re-drill replica still sitting in the bottom of the small satin bag. Franky pulled it out, examined it until she heard the clunking of footsteps coming straight for her room. Thank god there's three floors. She wrapped it up in a shirt and shoved it down into a small-unnoticed pocket down in the deep parts of her duffle.
"We're waiting Franky. They said to be there by noon, it's nearly half past." Jeff was back again not looking directly at Franky.
She looked at his pain filled face and shot her head around back towards her bag. Franky picked it up and pulled it over her shoulder, before making her way past him. Her dads couldn't even look at her anymore like they used to, like she had stripped all notions of happiness from their lives. Franky didn't expect it to be this way, but she knew from the moment they brought her home it wouldn't be easy. Just like she thought, they got scared but she knew she was a damn scary person. Everyone feared her, like there was this red bar on her face that told everyone she was tainted blood. They treated her like she was an insane creature that was released from a metical testing facility. Franky was starting to believe it. She walked down the stairs and turned to see Jeff looking straight at her, but avoided her eyes just like everyone had been doing lately.
"Come on now, Geoff's in the car." His voice was shaky, but she didn't expect anymore out of him.
She shook her head and moved down the stairs quicker, debating on dropping her duffle and sprinting out in the world. Franky could run, she could run as far as she wanted. But it would get her absolutely nowhere and back in the same position as before. Being labeled as a tainted object and now with a suicide attempt, she was a goner. Word got out quickly and her dads took her phone and computer away, and even sharp objects or anything. They even took her fucking shoelaces.
Franky walked outside and felt the afternoon summer sun beating down on her face; last you'll ever feel that. Like slow motion, she made her way to the car watching and memorizing every little detail of the front yard before stepping into the back. Two doors slammed and the engine revved quickly, Geoff driving and not even glancing at Franky. She sat in the back leaning on her tightly packed duffle and held back her tears; she felt she didn't deserve to cry. Not the least bit. She chewed the inside of her mouth until it went raw and pained with every movement, so she didn't have to talk anymore.
The car stopped and the faint hissing from the radio shut off. She was there. They were there and all she wanted to do again was bolt out of the car and never turn back. Franky knew why they were doing this to her, it was obvious after finding her in that position just a week ago. The door opened and her seatbelt unbuckled, Jeff's hand guided her out of the car and pulled her bag out behind her. The building was tall, bricked, and had a rather large black gated fence. She wiped her saddened eyes before her dads could even see, maybe they should've seen. Maybe they would've changed their minds. Jeff was straight ahead walking inside with her bag, just to be greeted in the distance by a rather older woman with more people in white coats surrounding her. Geoff stepped in front of her view and bent down so he was at eye level with her.
"We're not giving up on you. Even if this is what is seems like. I-It'll be a hard road Franky… but this is our only option for… right now." He looked into her brown glassy eyes and pulled himself away.
She could swear she saw a small tear forming in his eye, which made her stomach turn and feel even worse. He put his hand on Franky's shoulder and guided her though the black fence until they reached the door. They didn't' even hug her goodbye or even wish her good luck. They just left her there. No words, no smiles, no open arms like they used to be. Franky hung her head low and held her breath as the women in white coats took her duffle and led her inside.
This was how it should've been in the first place; only she knew it the whole time. Ever since she was born this rotting creature inside of her was ready to spring out and attack, she just needed to wait for the right time. Franky was alone in a mental institution with no contact to the outside world, her fathers, or even her lost best mate Dean. She felt hopeless and knew she would only hate herself more as the weeks started to count on.