(Still Gérard's PoV. I just find it easier than Frank's, I don't know why. ._.) --- A smile honesty flashed across my face for the first time in months, long before I came out to Mikey and Mom. Before, I was a monster. I smiled softly as I looked down at my tattered bluish schedule. Art. I wrapped my hand around the cold iron cylinder of a lamp post, letting gravity pull me in tight, spinning circles. The wind whistled through my hair and played deafening music in my eardrums, vibrating in my head. I think that's what the feeling was called. A foreign feeling, but pleasant. I was determined to stay “happy,” to stay sane, for at least a little longer. Even though the same little demon in me told me it wouldn't last; it was synthetic and false. After all, no one is really happy anyway; it's not human.---The familiar smell of gel paint and brushes fogged around me, tracking where I was going. My once pearly white apron had surreal stains, splashes, and rainbows of color littering the denim. I furiously scrubbed a deep lime-colored stain, only to receive green-tinted redness contouring the bones of my fingers. I stopped dead in my tracks as a numbing thought came back to haunt me. “Someone is coming to take you away.” My brain cited Mikey's harsh words from the day before. I involuntarily relived our late-night conversation, replaying from start to finish the scene that had surprised me the most. “They’re coming for me…” I whispered in horror, directly to myself. "Who?" I jumped back and gasped. Frank stood behind me with a sardonic expression and a raised eyebrow. "Who?" he repeated insistently. "Who's coming-" The double doors opened wide. Two men in the middle of what... in the middle of paper... who have not put this fantasy in a cell. "I gestured to the decorative ivory panels that ran along the walls, and the achromic leather sofas adorning every corner. .Not often, I'm locked in a room, alone with you, Frankie dear... I laughed under my breath at my corrupted mind, I don't think he heard Our heads simultaneously turned towards the door a small army of men, all uniformly dressed in plain white robes, including. the leader made me feel sick to my stomach. “It’s them,” I choked out, tugging at his faded green sleeve, they moved forward, followed by Victor and Kellin, who were then replaced by. Andrew, Oliver and Billie hung loosely from Grant's breast pocket, at the end of which hung a small silver key. I thought it was the key to our cell.Works citedPoV Frankie.