Driving there was murder. Theres was so much traffic, and I almost got into a head on collision, TWICE. Once I arrived, I parked my car and ran into the main gaurd was staning by the main desk as I approached him

"Hello, I'm here to see Gerard Way. I'm his theropist. I heard there was some trouble."

"Ah, yes. . Follow me"

I walked into the hall and I could hear screams.

"Well what do you know! You've only been here for a few weeks! I'm in here for fucking life !" "Oh Yeah? well FUCK YOU! I don't need this shit, especially from someone who is in here for some pansy shit like robbing a grocery store!"

I entered the main corridor, to see Gerard and another man , both in restraints from the guards.

"Ah, I'm glad you could come on such short notice" Said one of the cops , approaching me "It seems Gerard here got set off by something and started a fight."

"HE STARTED IT FIRST!" interrupted Gerard

"Calm down Gerard..." I said

"Anyway.." continued the officer. "we were hoping you could talk to him being your the only person he'll at least sit in a room with , without having an outburst"

Ten minutes later, i found myself sitting with Gerard in the interogation room.

"So what happened back there?"

No response.

"Gerard, what happened back there"

"Nothing happened."

"it seemed like something"

"The guy ticked me off. thats all. "

"we'll. if someone ticks you off, theres no means to get that defensive about it"

"well he's going around bragging about how he's got two months and how fucking tough the mother fucker thinks he is for robbing a store."

"Well, thats none of your buisiness Gerard. I know its tough. but sometimes you just have to learn to keep your emotions to yourself and control your actions"

"I don't fucking want to. That guy deserved what he got."

"you might think that but your wrong. Let him gloat all he wants. Theres a thing called Karma, what ever he dishes will surely come back to him in the long run. You just have to leave it alone. It's none of your buisiness"

No response again.

"Gerard , i'm getting tired of all these akward silences in our sessions. I've been seeing you for almost 6 months now, you should be somewhat comfortable with talking to me now"

"What would you like me to say Mr. Iero. That I agree with everything you say ? Well. I don't. Infact, I don't think you know what your talking about half of the time. What your doing is trying everything you learned in the book on me, and you've yet to realize that NOTHING works. If I had a dime for every theropist that came in here thinking they could help me... i'd have enough for my own fucking bail."

I was speechless. Indeed I WAS trying everything in the book. And talking to Gerard sometimes makes me feel so small and like I have no clue what to do next.

"I...I..."

"See, you don't even know what to say when I finally talk like you repeativly ask me too"

And with that, I figured my best choice would be to leave. right now. Run, like the coward i've always been.

As I got out of my seat, I could hear gerard mumbling under his breath.

It sounded something like "Go ahead, leave like everyone else."

As I left the room and closed the door, the warden greeted me. He must of been listening in the entire time

"I know Gerard can be a little rough around the edges. Most theropists can't handle him. If you feel you need to drop him as a client, I could understand."

Here was the easy way out, staring me right in the face.

I really had to think before I gave him my answer.

"I... I would like to keep Gerard as a client. I feel that with a little break, I can get everything together and continue helping him."

"Your the first one who's ever said that about him."

I felt a sense of accomplishment deep inside myself. This seemed like the most important descision I would ever make, and I felt like I made the right choice, even though this would be the hardest thing i've done in a while.

That night I went home with a lot on my mind.

Sean asked me what was wrong, but I felt like the only answer I could give him was "nothing"

If I really wanted to help this man, I had to put my all into it, that means no distractions (Such as boyfriends).

I stayed up almost all night thinking about him.

If I could just crack his shell, that would be the first step. I needed to make him feel comfortable with me, and I wasn't sure how much work that would take.