Mikey walked down the familiar hall into the room he new all too well now as Frank's. He thought over the small conversation he had with Gains after he stormed away from his brother. Gerard would be staying at St. Josephs for extreme depression, suicidal tendency's, and homicidal thoughts. This was going to be a lot of work. He just could not get over what Gerard had done!
He had left them, and for what, to release the building pressure? He had ruined everyone's live, he had put Bob and Ray into a two bedroom apartment together and Frank into the nuthouse. Mikey was the only one who was seemingly normal, but in reality he had become numb. He didn't feel a thing for Gerard at his 'funeral', nor did he cry along his wife when their dog died. He didn't even try to help his poor, beautiful wife when she miscarried. In stead he left her alone at home and visited Frank.
Frank had been his escape, a way out of things for him. Here was the only place he allowed his mind to even process pain, hurt, sadness, love, guilt, hate, happiness. Gerard had ruined everything, and he was still making it worse! He was supposed to be dead, why can't he stay dead!
He set the bag full of goodies that he had bought Frank on his Superman sheet clad bed, settling himself in the large blue been bag. The look of Frank's bed sheets still made Mikey sigh, all of Superman's red capes had to be coloured over with black to hide the scary colour that reminded Frank of that night.
He waited there a couple moment until the door swung open to reveal Frank in his skeleton costume that he adored. It was Gerard's PJ's until Mikey gave them to Frank, he had hoped that the little reminder would kick start his brain back to normal, unfortunately it just made Frankie think he was a scary skeleton. Mikey cracked a smile at the fond memories he was making with Frank.
"Mikey! Did you bwing me anything?" Mikey got up and grabbed Frank's hand.
"I sure did Frank. But you have to sit down okay?" Frank jumped up and down in place then giggled when he sat down.
"What is it!"
"Be patient Frankie, we talked about this remember?"
"I wemember."
"Good."Mikey grabbed the colour set, including a colouring book and a built in pack of crayons, he had bought for Frank. "ready?"
"Yes!" Mikey brought the items out and showed Frank who jumped out of his seat into Mikey's arms.
"Yay! Just what I wanted! Tank you Mikey! You're the best." A large smile covered Frank's face as he ran over to his small desk and pried open the colours and book.
Mikey had gone through it before he brought it over, colouring over anything that was red and taking all the red crayons out of the pack.
Dr. Logan walked into the room.
"Oh good, Michael."
"Please, call me Mikey."
"Right Mikey. I'm sure you have noticed the small achievement I have made with speech therapy." Mikey nodded, grinning back to the couple of words Frank could say properly again. "We are making process, things might be back to normal in the next year or two. This is a major thing, I know it doesn't seem like much, but it is."
"Thank you doctor, I have something important to tell you." The doctor nodded and turned around to make sure Frank didn't overhear their conversation.
"Some things have come to light on the subject of Gerard's death."
"Oh?"
"Gerard fa-faked his death. He set it up and lye to the whole family to get away from pressure."
Dr. Logan brought his hand to his head and massaged his temple.
"Is Gerard here?"
"He's admitted for Depression and what not." Mikey's monotone voice scared the Dr. Logan.
"It seems that you don't care too much for him anymore. Are you mad? Upset? Relieved?"
"I am...nothing. Frank is all that I have now to look forward to in the future. If he goes away, I have nothing. If Gerard takes that away from me, I will put him back in the grave." Dr. Logan chuckled lightly at the joke he thought Mikey had told only to be shot down with a serious stare back at him.
"I'll be back for Frank in half an hour for his nap." Mikey nodded and the doctor left leaving the two men.
"I'm doing this for you Frankie." Mikey whispered under his breath.
"Hey Mikey, wanna help me with this pretty tree?" Mikey smiled.
"Sure Frank."
---end chapter 5---
Gerard felt horrible. He had ruined everything. How could he have listened to that idiot Tom!
Tom was the one he ran into at the bar about two years ago.
~flashback~
One year, he had lasted one year and he was already back to the bar. He sighed and carried himself over to a table in the back. It was a gay bar so there was no chance any crazy fan girl would come up and try o seduce him, he didn't feel like sex tonight. It was five minutes before an incredible hansom man walked over to him.
"What can I get you?" Gerard looked up into the man's red eyes. His pale skin and white hair got Gerard to realize that the red eyes were normal, he was an albino. Gerard just stared at the man, not intrigued by his albino background, but that it just looked so hot on him. He had never thought of [i]anyone[/i] that looked hot. Sure sexy, but never hot. Well, that was a lie, Frank was always on Gerard's mind as hot, sexy, smokin', and fucking amazing but he had to push those thoughts away. He was straight, and now that he thought about it, it was slightly ironic for him to be in a gay bar.
"Jack Daniels please, just bring the bottle." However the man didn't move.
"What's wrong Gerard." Gerard's head shot up.
"What?"
"You know just because you're in a gay bar doesn't mean no one recognizes you. Now tell me. Why are you in this bar, ruining one year of a good sober life?" Gerard sighed.
"They want me...They all want me to be the best thing that ever happened. And yet here I am questioning my sexuality and can't think of anything else! My mind can't stay on one thing long enough to approve the idea before I start thinking about...uh...the guy I think I might like." Gerard blushed and dropped his head to the table. He had never just spilled his guts but he sure as hell thought this was better than drinking it away. Keeping it all locked up didn't do him any good last time, how did he think it would this time?
"Well then get away for a month or so. Figure things out. Relax."
"I can't! They all pull me back in with the 'You're saving people Gerard, we have to get more out there. Let them know you care.' I know I'm helping them, but what about me? I need Gerard time!" He shot his head up and anger boiled behind his eyes.
"Then quit."
"I can't! My fan's will think I gave up on them!"
"Then kill yourself." Gerard was just about to say another 'I can't' when what the guy's message actually went through.
"K-Kill myself? Won't that be like...giving up? Here you are telling me not to drink, but to kill myself?"
"Not literally. What you do is fake it and get away for the time being then come back. Kinda like some killed you, or kidnapped you."
"How the fuck would I do that? Not to mention My family and friends will never forgive me. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to be with the guy I liked! You're not helping!"
"Okay, what you do is you take the maximum amount of blood every week and keep it in storage. If you want I will keep it for you. Then when you're ready to kill yourself off, spray all the blood in a car, or room, or hallway, somewhere. People will find the blood think you're dead then your off scot free! Find a new life, one without stress. Make sure to take money out as if it was normal and keep it somewhere so that when you go you have a whole lot of money." Gerard couldn't believe what he was hearing! This man was crazy.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Tom. Tom Merdoc." He said with a smile.
"Well Tom, fuck you! How could you even suggest that?" And with that Gerard stormed out of the bar thinking about what he said. What if he did? Maybe came back a couple months later and gather up Frank and they could leave together. Live a life without the stress, yet have the money.
It could work, right?
~done~
No. It didn't work, Gerard had to be stupid and waste all his money then be stupid enough to let Tom use his credit card. He should of known he was bad news. Why didn't he ever listen to himself?
--- End Chapter 6---
Um, haha, Yeah. This is it... I just re-read this thing and I'm like "Oh...wow...that was stupid." Haha I really needed to re-write it before possting it on here xD
Oh well...wanna hear a story? this girl read my stories, right, and she's like "I love Gerald and Frank! Ferald is amazing! I don't care what other people say!" and I'm just looking at what she said and going o.O - cus that can't be a spelling mistake, she actually thinks his name is Gerald....but she reads my work and I guess other 'Ferards'.
Oh Jeez.