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Moving out day, and Mikey came to take all of my shit. Frank would be moving out tomorrow, for some reason the people who run this place said we cant leave on the same day. Ugh.

"I know itll only be like 16 hours or something but hell, im really going to miss you." I said to Frank as i took his hands in mine.

"Im going to miss you too." He pressed his lips to mine, fireworks spread through my body. I sighed in both sadness and happiness, then continued to pass all of my belongings to the staff who were bringing it down to Mikeys car. Technically it is our parents car, and he isnt allowed to drive, but he doesnt really care very much for the law.

I started to think about what i would do if i didnt have Frank to talk to. Read? No, i have read all my books. Draw? Maybe. Listen to music? Most likely, lord have i missed the sweet, sweet sensation of listening to music everyday. Maybe id catch up with mom and dad, or go for a long overdue walk. It doesnt really matter what i will do, it just matters i am getting the fuck out of here.

Its not even that i hate it here, though i did at the start, i just hate the lack of freedom. The constant nagging to eat, sleep and take your meds isnt exactly pleasant, but atleast i am happier than before. When i first came here, i thought id be locked in here forever. I thought it would be like a prison. Like everything i loved would turn gray and id no longer enjoy anything.
It wasnt like that at all. I was fed, clothed and given my meds, taken out to cool places, met my boyfriend and my best friend, have an amazing therapist, experienced actual fucking happiness.

I learnt how to love, how to enjoy things, and how to feel normal again.
I dragged myself from the bathroom were i was staring at my reflection in the mirror, i didnt look half bad despite my long stringy hair. Looking at my newly bare walls and empty bed, i decided i would visit this place again some day. Maybe id even get a job here, help people like me.

Though that isnt my dream. My dream is to make comics and music.

I walked down the stares, holding Franks hand, and said goodbye to each member of staff that i had met over the time id spent here. Franks eyes began to tear up and he laughed at himself, knowing he would see me again in less than 24 hours.

Everything was loaded into the car, i said farewell to most of the people, see you again to frank, and then Mikey drove me back to the house i once lived in. A house i once called home. Though i think that place was more of a home than this house will ever be.

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