Asylum (Mcr Fic)

Caught

Mikey gets asked questions about his experience for a while. It sounds similar to when I was asked but he seems more nervous. Maybe he feels fine. He is reading directly from a page, like a script. I never got a script...

"Actually," Mikey says. "its had more than a lasting effect. Last night Seven woke up screaming. My brother Gerard wakes up in fear. Both have been permanently harmed by that place!"

"Seven is living with you?" The judge asks.

"She is now like a sister to me."

I cant help but smile at that. Ive got a family again. Gerard rubs my arm.

The judge flicks through some notes. The jury talk among themselves.

"Mikey, is there anything else you would like to add?"

"It just... It just hurts to see people you love getting hurt."

This sets the jury off and I stare almost in wonder at the noise theyre making.

Next Gerard goes up. He explains everything and why he called the police and how he had to watch his brother and myself being "tortured". He talks about knowing what happens before every torture and his nightmares. He talks about the horrible doctors and being held back as he tried to stop me from drowning. He even briefly explains how he had to give me CPR.

Everything goes fine and he comes to sit back. The jury discuss and we are dismissed for the day. We are to come back tomorrow.

We drive home together quietly and congratulate each other for talking. We only really talk when we need to.

"Do you think they will get what he deserves?" I ask.

"Hopefully." Mikey sighs.

Gerard is driving so I lean on Mikeys shoulder, closing my eyes. He puts an arm around me and I let myself sleep the way home.

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The next few days are difficult. They ask so many questions and by the time we go home Im so tired I can barely stay awake. When I sleep the dreams return so I havent really slept for a while and I struggle to stay awake for long periods of time. Gerard almost looks worse. There are bags under his eyes and Mikey is just skittish.

By day 10 the doctors seems defeated. They are probably going to have a life sentence or something. I dont know much about the sentence but I know I wont see them for a while, which is comforting. He walks up to the podium for final questioning. Everything goes quite fast and I dont even know how they ended up on the subject of me, but they did.

"We got most of the people to volunteer but our seventh person, Seven... She was crying in an alleyway and one of our doctors found her. She started to fight as he tried to take her so we knocked her out and put her in the white room. We managed to not only concuss her, but give her some sort of head trauma which was good for us. We didnt have to explain anything and she just went with whatever we told her to do."

"So you kidnapped her off the street?" The judge asks.

"Yeah, but-"

"Thats enough."

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The day goes slow but by the end, the jury decides on guilty and a sentence is given. I barely pay attention, too focused on what happened when they asked about my past.

Eventually, we travel home for the day. The whole court case was confusing and disorientating and I barely remember the outcome.

"How was today?" Ray asks when we arrive home.

"Guilty." Gerard sings.

Frank fist pumps the air, running over to grab Gerard in a hug. They swing around and cheer and I try and knock myself out of my haze.

"Celebration tonight?"

"Yeah!" Mikey grins.

I rush into my room to get ready. I flip through my pile of clothes to look for something nice. There are lots of day clothes but nothing particularly classy. I reach the last few clothes on the pile and see something promising. Theres a folded black, soft material. Its a dress!

I nod to myself before deciding to try it on. It takes me a couple of minutes to work out how to put it on but eventually I do it.

It fits me well. I spin in front of the mirror and the dress ripples. Its just missing something.

Gerard would know, wouldnt he? Gerard knows everything. I walk out my room and knock on Gerards door.

"Hello?" A voice comes from inside.

"Its Seven." I say, running my hand on the handle.

"Come on in."

Gerard is sitting in the corner by his mirror, applying something to his face.

"Whats up?" He asks, turning to look at me.

"I have this dress and I just thought something was missing." His eyes scan over me slowly. "Can you do my makeup?" I ask.

He beckons me and I sit by him. "Its a nice dress."

"Thank you."

He moves to sit right in front of me. I cross my legs and lean forward a little, closing my eyes and waiting. Theres a silence and then a chuckle. "What makeup?" Gerard asks.

I sit up straight and open my eyes again. "Oh... I know nothing about makeup..." I bite on my lip and stare up in the hopes it will inspire me. "Surprise me."

"Okay then."

"Do it nicely though please."

He laughs and I close my eyes and lean in. His hand lightly holds half of my face as he starts drawing something cold on my eyelids.

He hums quietly to himself, sometimes taking his thumb and dusting something off my face.

"I never would have thought that you have never worn makeup until I saw your face up close. Your eyelashes are still light and untainted."

I make a "mhm" sound.

"My makeup collection is rather slim so youre gonna have to buy some stuff. I dont have mascara or lipstick... You know... People dont like men in makeup."

I dont reply but I think he knows I heard him. I have no idea what he means.

He lifts up my chin with his thumb and holds my face in the light. He hums in approval.

"Nice." I can hear the smile on his face. "Open your eyes?"

I open my eyes and he tilts my face. His eyes flicker between mine and only then do I notice our close proximity. I know we have the same thoughts when his eyes flick to my lips. We just have to-

"Gerard, have you- what is going on?" Mikey says, his voice rising in alarm.

Gerard drops his hand from my face and I practically fall onto him. I turn around to look at Mikey, attempting to hide my blush.

"Gerard? Explain?"

"I was doing her makeup, Mikey. Doesnt it look nice?" Gerard breathes.

Mikey furrows his eyebrows before walking over. He looks at my face, not only at the makeup, but also for a guilty emotion.

I try not to let on anything and smile at him. He sighs before rubbing his face with his hand.

"Gerard... I was going to ask you about- uh- youve really put me off."

"Hair gel?"

"Yeah... Okay."