Councel Me {a Frerard Fic}

Chapter 8

The week rolled by, I hadn't talked to Frank.

It was now Friday.

Yesterday I had therapy for my leg. We didn't get very far considering how much pain I was in still when the cast was off.

But he said two weeks and I won't have to wear the stupid thing anymore.

I was sitting on my couch pondering about what to watch on TV, when Mikey came downstairs.

"Hey Gerard, goodmorning." he said walking over to me.

I have an awkward smile and looked up at him.

"Um Gerard can I talk to you about something?" He said.

He sat down beside me and put his hand on my leg. I awkwardly shifted Twords him.

"Gerard, I found this on your dresser." he reached into his picked and pulled out... my blade.

HE WENT INTO MY ROOM AND LOOKED THROUGH MY STUFF?!

"MIKEY HEY GIVE IT TO ME!" I said reaching for it.

He stretched his arm out of my grasp and closed squeezed his eyes shut, as if to keep back tears.

"Gerard, im not going to give this back to you. If I did that I might as well tell you to go upstairs and cut." He said firmly.

"WHY WERE YOU GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!!" I exclaimed frustrated.

"Your counselor told me it would be a good idea to take away ANYTHING you could use to hurt yourself with."

I had to let it out.

I cupped my face in my hands and sobbed. My loud cries filled the house.

"I-im SORRY MIKEY" I sobbed to him.

Mikey leaned over to me and hugged my around the shoulders. He lay his cheek on the top of my head and protectively held onto me.

"It's okay Gerard. Let it out." I heard it say quietly and sadly.

"I love you Gerard. Your such a creative, wonderful person, and a great brother. Im really trying to help fix you." He whispered.

It was about 5 Minutes when I calmed down.

"I think I'm just going to go for a walk." I said.

"Can I trust you to go walk by yourself?" He said looking at me.

"Yes Mikey, please I just need to go think." I said.

I got up and walked over the the door, throwing on my jacket.

It wasn't cold, but my cigarettes were in the pocket.

I opened the door and stepped out into the warm air. I started to walked down the road.

I walked down the long street, I knew were I was going. Where I always went when I needed to get away.

The park.

The park was close to my house, I remember going there as a kid. I always lived in this general area so I knew my way around Pretty well.

My mom lived pretty far away though, once me and Mikey were old enough to live on our own, she moved all the way across the country.

We only really saw her once a year on Christmas.

I got to the park and walked over to a tree that was next to the swings.

I sat down underneath the tree and pulled out my lighter and cigarettes.

I took a long drag and blew it out.

The taste calmed me.

I thought about Mikey, about My mom, but mostly, I thought about Frank.

I was so happy to have met him. I hadn't had a real Friend in a long time.

Something about him was very interesting to me. He was a happy little ball of energy.

When I first saw him in counseling, he looked angry and mean, but as soon as I started talking to him, he perked up.

We just clicked.

But the one thing I couldn't wrap my brain around was.. What is such a happy person like Frank doing in counseling?

What happened to him?

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Sorry if this chapter was really depressing basically I just wrote this this morning and yesterday somebody really important to me broke my trust and went behind my back so... Yeah 😅

Thanks for still reading this ✌️

-Emilyxxx