broken inside ↯frerard

This Wind

•Frank's P.O.V.•

I must of lost consciousness cause the next thing I know it's pitch black outside.

I let my eyes adjust to the difference in lighting.

How long was I out?!

Once I can see clearly, I lift my head up and try to get to my knees.

"FUCK!" I scream as I plummet back down to the cold pavement I call home.

That did not go as planned.

My whole lower back section, thighs, and head are in pain.

Great. Fucking great.

I struggle for about 30 minutes or so to get to my knees. My fucking knees. Not even standing yet.

I see a wall nearby so I decide to crawl my way towards it so I can pull myself up.

Making my way towards the wall, I hear a few whispers behind me.

I wonder who is awake at this time, and walking in town?

Creepy shit.

I finally reach the wall and force my palms onto it. Pulling myself from the ground, I realize that I am still bleeding, noticing the big scrap on one of my legs.

Shit that's right.

I remember I had glass stuck in there, the wound is still open..?

Oh yeah, bastards beat me.

As I try to steady myself on my feet, I feel a faint feeling rush throw my whole lower part of my messed up body.

Then it quickly rushes up to my skull as I fall backwards.

Here I go, home is calling again.

But as quickly as I fall,

somebody catches me.

who the fuck..

"Woah you alright there?" I hear this stranger say. I can't see him cause I have my eyes closed, still feeling faint.

From this stranger's arms and voice, I can tell it's a guy.

"Hey, stay alive please." this man starts shaking me and I go limp in his broad arms.

"D-Dude?" he whispers to me.

He then picks me up and carries me bridal style, running to somewhere unknown into the night.

I feel the wind blow through my messy blood covered hair as this guy runs.

I haven't felt the wind push through my hair in a while.

It feels nice.

Better than lying down on cold pavement for hours.

But hey, it's home to me.

The wind continues to blow against me, so I know this guy is still running. I enjoy it as long as I can until I can't feel the wind anymore.

I can't feel his arms.

I can't feel anything.