"Now open wide and say 'Ah', stick your tongue out. Good." The nurse swabbed the back of her throat and grinned before putting the q-tip into a tube.
Franky had been poked and prodded for a decent hour. Nothing good was coming of this, nothing at all. So why was she there? What was the point? She knew she wasn't sick. Did they magically thing they would find a disease in her from this check up?
"You're in good health, maybe a little tired it seems. Low iron." The nurse tapped her pen on her clipboard when she spoke, which annoyed Franky even more.
It was only driving her more insane at the moment. The nurse left the room and Franky looked down at the white on white jumper and sweats they made all the patients their dress in. Some handed down from others, luckily hers was brand new. No more hand-me-downs this time. She looked around the white walls of the small-enclosed space and subconsciously played with her hands out of habit. Would her dads even come back? Most likely not. She was convinced they abandoned her, just like everyone else in the world. Dean was gone now, but Franky kept on to that small glimmer of hope that one day he'd come find her.
That was the thing though. Hope? What did it even mean? Franky knew to not trust that small light at the tunnel anymore. No silver linings here. No more chances. She knew her place in society now and part of her new identity at this moment was being a mental patient: a person that is labeled as depressed, dangerous, and harmful to themselves or others. "Fuck this." Franky jumped off the examination table and opened the door to scan the halls. Nurses were around the hospital wing and she needed a plan. Being invisible was easier than most people believed; she had done it her whole life. Franky closed the door behind her and took light steps in her new plain white Keds. It still made her tense up knowing they took her shoelaces for safety. The nurses were busy yammering away about patients and didn't have the slightest idea that brand new mental patient Franky Fitzgerald had just escaped the hospital wing.
She wandered down the halls looking up at the flickering lights and slowly examining each bolted door as if a yeti was locked away in there. Some rooms just had doors, some rooms didn't have a door at all, but most were little locked heavier wooden ones that had a slot on them. From the looks of it, she thought she was actually in a zoo. Her stomach didn't settle in the slightest after she turned the corner and was met face to face with a man towering over her.
"What are you doing? Why are you here? Who took my things! Where are my things!" His hands gripped her jumper collar and she tried to push away but her back met the wall with a hard slam.
The man's face was older and she could see the definitions in his skin that made her cringe. His breath was hot and even his grip on her wasn't that strong. He moved closer to her face and it just made her even angrier. Franky's eyes flickered and twitched as he kept yelling straight in her face about his precious items, which she hadn't the slightest clue as to what the fuck he was talking about.
"You took them! You took all my things!" Franky slipped loose and sprinted away from him down the flickered hall once again. She slammed fully into a nurse's side and they caught her by the arm.
"There you are! We've been on the hunt for you. Escape artist aren't you?" He tugged her arm back to the hospital wing and they spent another hour with more psychoanalysis bullshit she didn't want to deal with.
"Since you're relatively new, we're just going to leave the punishment out of this one. Remember, we're always watching and we do take authority here." She nodded and they led her towards her new room.
She was lucky to be a newcomer, not so lucky to have a roommate that scared her half to death. This girl was blonde, had curled hair, and eyes that could pierce through your soul. Franky tried to keep quiet but once she got in the room she was greeted with a fake smile, a fake hug, and a fake wave away from the nurse. She had seen this all before in foster care. Suck up to the nurse, than you can do whatever you please. Franky sat on the bed staring at her duffle in the corner, just to feel a weight shift next to her.
"Sam. And you are?" She raised her eyebrows so high; Franky thought they were about to float away.
"Franky…" She mumbled and turned away to make a clear distance between them. She wasn't looking to make friends.
"Lighten up, Jesus it's like pullin' teeth with new roommates." The girl scoffed and hopped back on her bed.
Franky sat still blank faced at the wall, until she felt a stinging at her fingertips. She tore through her nails subconsciously and even the skin around was ripped and mangled. The room ticked from the clock on the wall and an occasional page turn from a magazine Sam was reading as well. The silence was unbearable, but what was worse? She knew she would be here for an indefinite amount of time. She leaned to her side and fell onto the bed with a thump, huddling her knees up to her chest to create her own little shell. They're not coming back. They're never coming back for you. Gone once again. She sniffed and was greeted with a tissue box being tossed at the back of her head.
"If you're gonna start cryin' I'll just leave the room… sappy bullshit..." Franky heard the scrape of her shoes on the tile and the door slam a few seconds later.
She sat up and held the tissue box in her hand digging her nails in the side. Her breathing picked up into harsh breaths and tight swallows, until she screamed loud enough to make her ears ring. Franky thrashed the box to the wall and stood up clawing at the back of her neck out of her high anxiety.
"What do I do! What the fuck did I do?" She kicked the wall continuously before her foot throbbed, making her fall to the ground in the corner.
She slid down the wall and huddled up into a ball, head on her knees and breathing heavily. Franky knew she was a fuck up. She knew since day one. Her parents knew, her dads knew, and Dean even knew. They might as well tattoo it on her forehead. She rocked back and forth to herself sniffing and gripping the back of her newly trimmed hair and drowned her thoughts to the back of her mind. Useless shit you are.