𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)

Confusion

I'm finally dismissed.

Mute by choice is difficult because no one fucking understands. She practically screamed in my face. I sobbed and fell to the floor and she wouldn't stop.

Calm and collected is what I act like. I try to make people feel comfortable because I can't handle the feeling of disappointment from others.

But when I try to express something they're unfamiliar with they get upset with me. I didn't do anything wrong I needed someone to listen.

I sit in my room eavesdropping on a conversation happening just down my hall.

"She's in room 502." That's my room, what do they want with me? "Don't talk too loud when you first get in. Also, she doesn't speak.. to anybody. It makes me uncomfortable to be frank." A nurse I'm quiet friendly with stated. I'm quiet taken aback by that comment, so I huff and sit back on my bed.

Two men with black hair step through my threshold and I'm more confused than scared. They seem to be about my age?

"Hello y/n, I'm Frank Iero. Glad to finally meet you I've heard plenty of good things about you." He reaches a hand out to me and I tilt my head as I give him a handshake. He's short yet intimidating. I don't know how those two things go good together.

The next man that approaches is attractive to say the least.

"I'm Gerard Way, I'm honored to be in your presence."

My presence? Damn, I'm just flattered to have two guys in my room at this point. Nobody visits me anymore.

"Can we get going now?" The man known as Frank inquires.

"Yes we may. Y/n get packing your things please." I nod confusingly but do as I was told.

I pick up some clothes and Gerard bends down close to me. "You wont need that Darling." I blush and make an 'O' shape with my mouth. I pack a few pairs of my underwear along with a picture of me and my mom on my 19th birthday. That was before I was sentenced to this mental institution.