My newly stitched up hand and a popsicle in the other. It's been this way for the past three days. The boys are babying me. They won't let me do anything.
Gerard will carry me back and forth between places. Even though my legs work just fine. It's kinda cute to see his nurturing side. He'd make a great dad...maybe not with his disorder though.
"Hey y/n a few people are coming over tonight I hope you're okay with that." He says and I nod. I was expecting it to happen.
When everyone makes their rounds to the house I join them downstairs. The majority of them weren't planning on staying all night so by 11 there were only 6 of us.
Ray, Frank & Jamia, Lyn-z, Gerard, and Me. Mikey and Kristin left earlier because of their children at their house. When I found out they had children together I was shocked. Mikey's younger than Gerard. To be fair, Gerard was in the Rush House for a long time..
As the night progressed Lyn-z was basically on top of Gerard. I didn't handle it lightly, but I had to pretend to be normal. Everyone except Frank and Gerard didn't know I was unstable at the time. I think I'm started to regress into my old ways.
Ray left, giving me the last hug and whispered in my ear.
"Call me from Gerard's phone if you need help." He must've seen the emotion behind my eyes. I tried to keep it under control.
I didn't have a phone yet anyway. Frank was trying to get that situated for me. I don't even have a job or anything. No one wants a psycho working for them.
When Frank, Jamia, and Lyn-z left I realized how weird I felt. Jealousy isn't a good emotion on me.
Lyn-z announced that she'd be leaving in a few moments after Frank and Jamia left because she had to use the restroom. Too much information lady. No body cares about your bathroom issues. She ran to the bathroom and I glanced at Gerard.
He seemed to be having fun with all the people that were here. I kissed his cheek, whispering, "goodnight Gerard." Before going up to my room to try to calm down.
After I read a few pages out of a book on my bedside table I started to hear noises.
You've gotta be kidding me.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a mental hospital. The majority of your days you sat and played with your hands. Every once in a while getting notes from strangers. No one ever spoke to you except the caretakers. You never spoke to anybody anyway it was pointless for them. Unt...
