Hard To Love

Therapy

A/N

Hey guys! 

So I wanted to do something fun to get to know y'all a little bit, so I want everyone to comment three fun facts about yourselves! If you don't want to, that's fine with me! No pressure. I'll go first.

1. My grandpa's uncle was a part of the Hungarian Mafia and was killed in Detroit after coming over here with my great-grandparents.

2. I'm highly sensitive to the paranormal and I fucking hate it.

3. I was in three different bands, none of which ended up working out.

Also, this chapter has mentions of depression and drug abuse so continue with caution. Love you all <3

Y/N POV

The withdrawal period was finally over, but it was evident that he was wanting to use again. He never did, thankfully, but he even said himself that the urges were always there. Luckily today, he would start in-home therapy.

"Ready for this, Mikey?" I asked him as the woman knocked on the front door.

"If it means getting better, then yes." I breathed out, slightly anxious about the session. I opened the door and greeted the woman. She had the usual California tan, blonde hair, and hazel eyes that could be easily confused with a dark green.

"Hey!" I grinned, trying to be as friendly as possible.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Colby. I'm here for Mikey?" She smiled. I motioned for her to come in and introduced myself.

"I'm Y/N Way. this is my brother-in-law Mikey and my husband, Gerard." I spoke as I pointed to the two men.

"Hello," she smiled once again, "Mikey, where do you want to do this at?"

"There's a private sitting area upstairs." He pointed up. She nodded and followed him up the stairs to the correct room. 

"I really hope this works." Gerard sighed, pulling me into his arms.

"I do too."

Mikey POV

"So, Mikey, tell me about what's going on." The therapist sat across from me, holding a notepad and pen. I hated this, but I knew it was for the best.

"How far back do you want me to go?" I chuckled dryly.

"As far back as you want." She answered.

"Well, I guess the chain reaction kind of started in high school. I was bullied a lot, then got mixed into the wrong crowd for a little bit, but didn't really get addicted to anything." I began explaining. "The band got together ten-ish years ago and I was great for a while. Y/N and Frank joined and we've all been like family ever since."

"So when did the addiction begin?" She asked.

"Well I guess it kind of kickstarted around 2005. We were starting to become more well-known so we all drank a lot to celebrate. Well, minus Y/N. She was basically always taking care of us." I giggled lightly at the memories. "Gerard was really bad though. They didn't get along real well back then, but she still took care of him."

"She sounds like a great woman." Doctor Colby smiled.

"She really is," I agreed, "but it wasn't until we stayed at Paramour Mansion that it began getting bad. My mental state was already pretty bad at the time and that place made it worse, I think. I wasn't really doing much then, but once I went to seek help, they put me on meds and that's when I began to spiral."

"How so?" She questioned.

"Well, the meds obviously took the edge off a bit and before I knew it, I was completely dependant on them. I couldn't go on stage without taking something or drinking and now, it's like I can barely function without them." I frowned. "If it weren't for my brother and Y/N, I'd probably be on the streets buying more pills right now."

"I was in rehab for a little bit, it helped for a while but then when I got out, everything was available to me again and I caved in." I continued. "I knew it wasn't good for me, I knew I was throwing everything away, but I didn't care. Then Y/N and Gerard got into an accident. He almost died and she lost the baby she was carrying at the time. I just didn't know how to handle it."

"Tell me, Mikey, what did you do when you were in rehab?" She asked after writing more shit down.

"Just the usual, really. The first two months were the hardest not only because the withdrawal was so bad, but because I wasn't allowed to have any outside contact. It was very lonely." I replied, nervously fidgeting with the bottom of my black t-shirt.

"Well, it's good you guys found our program. See, what we do is come to you so we can work through this where you're comfortable. You're still in the outside world so it's easier to adapt, and you aren't isolated from everyone." She explained. "And you can call us whenever you need us, and someone will be here as soon as possible."

"I'll be your main therapist and caseworker, but there will always be someone on call for you if I am unavailable, and I'll let Y/N and Gerard know that as well." She continued. "Instead of prescribing medications, since that's obviously a bad idea, we'll meet up three times a week and get down to the very root of your problems."

"What about when we go on tour?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"We can set up a video-chat schedule and like I mentioned before, you will have my number and can call whenever you need to." She grinned.

"Do you think I'm fixable?" I nearly whispered.

"You can't fix what isn't broken." She replied, which confused me. "You aren't broken, Mikey. There are just some issues deep down that you haven't dealt with yet."

"I really hope you're right."

Y/N POV

After about an hour, Mikey and Doctor Colby began coming back down the stairs. He honestly looked somewhat happier, he looked hopeful.

"I already told Mikey this, but I'm only a phone call away if he needs me. If I am unavailable for some reason, there is always someone on standby!" She told us. "I'll be here three says a week, if that's okay with you? Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?"

"Sounds good to me!" I smiled.

"Alright, great! I'll see you Wednesday then!" She stuffed her notepad back in her purse, then shook all of our hands before leaving.

"What do you think, Mikes?" Gerard asked.

"I think this might actually work." He grinned, something I haven't seen in a very long time.

"Looks like it's already starting to." I smirked. "Now, c'mon! I made lunch!" 

"We just ate breakfast like, two hours ago." Mikey chuckled.

"Yeah, well, my child is hungry." I shrugged as we walked to the kitchen. "So what is she like?" 

"She's really nice, honestly. A lot better than the others." He replied as he grabbed a plate that already held a sandwich I made for him.

Seeing him like this made my heart happy. I knew that one day, he'd be the same Mikey I used to know once again. He'd be there, alive, to be a fantastic uncle. It may take time, but it'll happen. I'm sure of it.