Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Stitches

Therapy sucked.

He had to see Dr. What's-her-face with the fake smile and the too-open eyes.
He might've been able to look past that, but she'd lied to him. He couldn't forgive a liar.

And so he found himself sat in a different office, almost 24 hours after being abandoned to rot in this place by his 'loving family'. The office appeared to be used by multiple people, probably because they didn't want to risk their patients leaving the locked ward, so they brought the doctors in instead.

"Gerard are you listening to me?" The faintest bit of frustration was seeping into her tone.

"Not really. You just keep saying the same thing! You're talking in a circle and it's not working. We've covered everything. I'm sad, life sucks, I tried to end it and it didn't work. Case closed." The frustration in Gerard's voice was blatant.

She sighed and leaned back in the wheely chair. It wasn't as nice as the one in her personal office, but it still beat the hard plastic chair Gerard was sat in.

"Okay then let's start somewhere else. How's school? Have you got any friends there?"

God you're so fake. You don't give a fuck about my actual life. You wouldn't have held me prisoner if you cared about my school progress.

"S'fine." Gerard replied curtly.

"And your friends? What're their names?"

He rolled his eyes. If she wanted to treat him like a child he'd act like one. "I'm friends with Bert but he doesn't go to my school, and Ray..." he trailed off.

Should I even be counting Ray as my friend? He hates me now and he's the reason I'm in here... he must've told after our fight.

He crossed his arms and pressed his mouth shut. He wasn't going to start divulging information he didn't have to.

She smiled at him encouragingly, but her eyes remained dull and lifeless, "And what are they like? Tell me about them."

Gerard shrugged, "Bert's cool, he's studying to be a social worker."
For some reason he wanted this woman not to look down on or judge his friends. No way was he telling her Bert was his fuck-buddy drug dealer.
"Ray,... Ray plays guitar. He's got a great afro." Gerard couldn't help the half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he thought of his ex-best-friend's massive hair. It was such a distinctive part of him.

She nodded like this was interesting in some way. "How long have you been friends with them? Do they get along?"

"I've been friends with Ray forever. Like since elementary basically." He shifted his gaze to his shoes, talking about Ray this much was making him feel guilty for ruining their friendship. "Bert I met like,.. I dunno, 4 years ago maybe? Friend of a friend type thing."

Wonder what Bert thinks happened. I forgot to text him before they took my phone... I hope he's not too worried.

He lifted his gaze slightly, watching the Doctor's hands, they were poised perfectly on her knee.
"Is there any way I could get my phone back? I didn't exactly get to explain to them where I was going and Bert's probably worried..." he trailed off quietly to seem more concerned, hoping she'd fall for his ploy and let him text them. Maybe Bert could smuggle him something to pass the time.

She shook her head slowly and tried to make eye contact, speaking slowly, "No, unfortunately patients aren't allowed access to their phones while in our care. There's a landline phone in the dayroom you could use if you know his number?"

Now it was Gerard's turn to shake his head. He hadn't memorized a phone number since he'd gotten his first cellphone. The only phone numbers he had memorized now were his own, Mikey's, which was one digit different, and his Grandmother's, but she'd died years ago.