"My mom was upset about something my dad did. It wasn't a big thing; he just broke her favorite vase. But my dad got angry because she always broke his things, and soon they were screaming at each other about all the problems they had. My mom just snapped, and she just packed up and left. Dad got depressed, and he wouldn't get out of bed until I made him a week later. I began cutting- I didn't know what else to do. I was numb with shock, and I just wanted to feel something. That was about three weeks before you showed up."

Gerard frowned. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I had no idea."

I shrugged. "It's okay."

His frown deepened. "No, it's not okay. I wasn't there when you needed me."

"And I was? Gerard, you're getting physically abused every single day, if I'm not mistaken, and you're still sympathetic for me? You're far worse off than I am. And I want to hear the whole story, by the way."

He took a deep breath. "Okay.

"First, I should tell you that Mikey isn't actually bipolar. He was diagnosed with DID- Dissociative identity disorder- when he was six. It's like…he has multiple personalities. He tore our family apart, to be honest. Dad wasn't too great in the beginning, but he hated me after 'The Incident,' and Mom…well, she's always been like that."

"'The Incident'?"

He cringed. "I knew you'd ask. Alright, well, if you must know…

"I'd been thinking about something that had been bothering me. I decided I was right, and Mikey decided to come into my room. Since he was on his good side, I told him. He's a great kid when he's stable, but I thought I could trust him and confide in him. I told him that I was, well…"

Is he going to say what I think he's going to say?

"Bisexual."

Close enough.

"And then he turned around and told Dad. My dad is a complete homophobe. It sucks."

"He doesn't," I mused.

Gerard looked at me, eyebrows furrowed before he got it and laughed.

"That was good," he chortled.

I grinned. "Thanks."

He shook his head at me, smiling. "So, you're okay with it?"

"Of course. Me and my dad have the same views on pretty much everything, really, and, well, you heard him earlier." I blushed red at the memory.

He snorted at this. I frowned at him, but then laughed with him.

"So, um," I said awkwardly after a moment of silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Do you, uh, do you prefer guys or girls?" I winced the moment the words left my mouth.

He turned a little red and scratched the back of his neck. "Well…guys…but don't worry, I won't make 'the moves' on you while you sleep," he laughed a little.

"I wasn't worried."

He smiled. "Okay."

"Anyway," I continued, "how did you, uh, realize that you were…?"

To my surprise he began to cry.

"Gerard?" I asked tentatively.

He shook his head, turning away from me.

I gingerly put my hand on his shoulder. "What is it?"

He held his hand out as if signaling for me to wait a moment.

"I d-don't think you'd ever l-look at me t-the same," he sobbed.

I huffed. "We've been through this. I won't judge you, I promise."

"No," he choked out, wrapping his arms protectively around himself.

I sighed and stroked his cheek with my thumb. "Gee, just tell me."

He leaned into my touch, crying into my hand. Eventually he stopped and sighed deeply, turning around to face me again.

"Fine, but I'm pretty sure you'll hate me after. I told you about Robin Martin, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, in fourth grade, I had a small crush on him, okay? And then I decided to grow some balls and talk to him. We became really close friends, and I would tell him everything. Problems with my mom, Mikey, and how my dad would never do anything about it. That was before he would beat me as well. He was very accepting, but none of the other kids liked him. I didn't know why.

"Then I brought him over to my house. My mom was out at a bar, though he didn't need to know that, and my dad was bringing Mikey to the doctor. We were alone.

"I brought him down to my room. We sat on the bed and talked for a while, then out of the blue he just leaned over and kissed me. I was happy, you know, cause I didn't know he swung that way. But then…."

Gerard paused and took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Frank, he raped me."

OMG classic, right?

Sorry it's so short...I have no excuse xD