Demented

Aren't I Fucked Up?

"Gerard, you have to take your medicine!" the nurse screamed.

"Awe, but I don't wanna," he replied with a pout.

"Gerard Way!"

Gerard smiled. Then crinkled his nose. He was a sociopath. Every morning, he fought to stay away from the pills, because he was stubborn. Well, stubborn is an understatement. Gerard kicked, punched, and bit anyone who tried to force him to take those pills. After a half hour, he usually gave up.

Two bald men pinned his arms against the wall. Continuing to jump on his bed while his arms were pinned down was quite a scary thing to witness. Gerard ultimately broke free and started kicking out to warn them to get away. Another man and another nurse pushed his legs down towards the bed. Gerard sprung free and bit her arm. She winced, but that was all. She has been getting attacked by him for two years. After a few more minutes of putting up a fight he stopped.

The nurse that had been screaming at him before, Nurse Abilene, handed him the white pills and the styrofoam cup of water. He swallowed the pills and washed them down with water.

The rest of the staff left but Nurse Abilene stayed with him, like she always did.

"You look very pretty today," Gerard sincerely complimented.

She smiled and thanked him. She began to ask him the daily questions: how does your heart feel? Does it have irregular beating? Does the medicine slow you down? Are you having any trouble breathing? Any pains anywhere? Any strange bumps, rashes, or bruises? His answers were the same for each one: No.

After she was finished and left, Gerard began to get dressed. A white short sleeved shirt, baby blue sweatpants with a pair of vans. Gerard didn't care too much about the required apparel, it was fine. You could wear whatever shoes you wanted as long as they weren't high heels,high top boots, or open toed.

Gerard grumply made his way to the lunch line carrying his notebook. Wheaties, pathetic small pancakes, or over cooked toast. Wheaties, he thought, and made his way out of the line to the counter. He poured his cereal into his bowl and sighed. The milk followed.

Gerard sat down at the same round table he always sat at. He didn't let anyone sit with him, unless he gave consent. He silently ate his Wheaties.

Once breakfast ended he grabbed his notebook and went down the hall to the group therapy room. He chose the same seat he always sat in. Five minutes later the session began.

"Okay, Ray would you like to go first?" He nodded. "How are you feeling today?"she asked in her annoying overly preppy voice.

"I'm feeling stabby," he answered. Gerard bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Last night, while they were watching icarly, a prisoner said he was feeling that way. He glanced around the room noticing that some others were also trying to conceal their laughs.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm feeling stabby," Ray replied. One person snickered but Dr. Preppy didn't notice.

"Can you explain more?"

"That's how I'm feeling."

"Ray, sweetheart, that's not an emotion."

"But I'm feeling stabby." A few people giggled.

"It's rude to laugh at other's emotions," Dr. Preppy scolded.

"You just said it wasn't an emotion," Ray stated. Gerard and Bob snorted.

"Well, what do you mean by stabby?"

"I mean that I'm feeling stabby."

"Like are you feeling angry?"

"No. Stabby."

"Do you want to stab someone?"

"Nope. I'm just feeling stabby."

"Sad maybe?"

"I'm feeling stabby." Everyone burst out laughing. Even the ones who didn't know about the episode they had watched.

"Is there something I'm missing?" Dr. Preppy asked.

Bob spoke up. "We were watching an episode of icarly last night, and this guy said he was feeling stabby," he said in between laughs. Everyone, except Dr. Can'tTakeAJoke, giggled.

"Never mind! Bob, you're up next!"

Bob explained how he was feeling. Then it went on to the next person, and so on. Soon it was Gerard's turn.

"How are you feeling, Gerard?"

"I feel that you can't take a joke," he responded truthfully. Others nodded.

"Why do you say that?"

"You got all mad when Ray made his joke. We need some enlightenment in this dull place. You always get pissed when someone is joking. Before you got angry I was calling you Dr. Preppy. But now I'm calling you Dr. Can'tTakeAJoke."

"You guys shouldn't be playing around when I'm trying to help you. And you should be calling me Dr. Martin," she explained.

"Yesterday it was Dr. Bitch."

Her face turned red. "Bert, go," she ordered. Bert explained his feelings to Dr. I'mAWhoreWithNoSenseOfHumour.

After everyone was finished Dr. Annoying started her announcement. "It's the new quarter, so new quarter project. Any ideas?" Dr. Annoying made them all work in partners or groups on a project that was due in nine weeks.

"A giant knife," Ray suggested. Once again everyone laughed. In the show, the prisoner suggested making a statue of a giant knife. Although, Gerard loved knives. In fact that was the weapon he used to kill that person two years ago. He had a fascination with them, butcher knives more specifically. Michael Myer's choice of weapon. Maybe watching Halloween and Psycho too many times had caused this interest. But they didn't cause him to kill. They don't cause anyone to kill, he learned this from Scream. Scream tested the rules of horror movies. It was different but was still with the horror movie classics. Psycho, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Exorcist, The Omen, Halloween, Carrie, Friday the 13, the Child's Play trilogy along with the two others that came afterwards, Nightmare on Elm Street, and Scream are the classics. He watched them all every year. That all stopped when he came here. Apparently, they give people "ideas". That statement gave Gerard an idea. He wanted to strangle him.

You couldn't even watch Supernatural here. That was his favorite show, for all he knew it could've ended. Though, it showed no signs of slowing down. Apparently there was this thing called Deiestiel that started before he was put in here. In fanfictions people were having Dean and Castielle in a relationship. Gerard didn't mind fanfiction, it just wasn't his thing. But, people were actually writing to the producers hoping they could convince them to make it real in the show. Gerard thought it was ludicrous.

They did get to watch Lost Boys though. Really, Lost Boys was like a movie version on Supernatural. He tried to explain this, but no one listened. He was surprised your allowed to watch the God damn Breakfast Club. He was somewhat happy he could watch his eighties movies; License to Drive, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, The Goonies, The Gremlins. Anything directed by John Hughes or with the two Coreys. Gerard deepened into his thoughts of movies.

"Okay, that's a great idea!" Gerard looked up. "Okay, well it's decided. Your assignment is to make a model representing love. It can be a heart to two people. Any questions?" No one said anything. "You all can pick your partners tomorrow. Group discussion dismissed."

Everyone rushed out. Gerard walked to his room, tracing his thoughts back to movies. He sat down on his bed and noticed three doctors across the room at the other bed.

"Gerard," Dr. Etson spoke," this is Frank. He's your new roommate. Since you both have a tendency not to socialize, we decided to room you two together, hoping it would be easier to gain some social skills." Gerard gulped and eyed the new boy.