Hello I Guess.....I Don't Fucking Know, I Don't Know how to Socialize!

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Dr. Eston explained to Gerard to behave and to act welcoming this Frank kid. After making sure Frank was comfortable and content they all left, leaving Gerard and Frank alone.

Is it even lawful to keep him in here with a murderer?

"Your name's Gerard, right?" Frank asked timidly.

Frank was doing a horrible job at socializing, but Gerard knew he couldn't do any better. "Yah," Gerard said in a whispered voice. Frank nodded. Gerard tried to come up with something else to say, but could only think of, "why are you in here?" Gerard didn't want to ask that, because Frank might ask him why he was here.

"Umm, how old are you?" Gerard was startled by his question.

"I'm eighteen. You?"

"Sixteen," Frank replied.

"So when did you get here?"

"An hour and a half ago."

Gerard nodded. He got here at breakfast. "Erm, umm, so what things d-do you like to d-do?"

Frank shrugged. Nothing really, I guess. I like playing my guitar, but I can't do that here."

"I can play a little guitar."

"Any other instruments?"

Gerard shook his head. They were silent for a few minutes until Frank spoke up.

"Ho-how long have you deen here. I mean been not deen."

"Two years. So I came here when I was your age."

"So are we just suppose to be sitting here?"

" Well, you just do something to entertain yourself. Like reading or a game. I usually just draw," Gerard explained.

"Oh." Gerard watched as Frank took a book out of his duffle bag. To Kill a Mockingbird, he read on the cover. Gerard had read that book and loved it.

Gerard went back to his drawing. A drawing of Mrs. Annoying hanging herself....
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Gerard sat at his table. He started to eat his tomato soup soup and crackers. He saw Frank go and sit down at an empty table.

Can't make conversation, doesn't seem to interact with others, and doesn't make direct eye contact. Seems like me.

"Hi, gerard." Gerard looked up and saw Zen, a staff member. Gerard nodded in response. "How's it going?"

"Well," he responded, staring down at his soup.

"So, you have a new roommate?"

"Yah," he said looking back up.

"Have you've been talking to him?"

"A little bit."

"A little bit? He seem nice?"

"I guess," Gerard answered shrugging.

"Okay, try your best to talk to him."

"I'll try."

"Good."

Gerard rolled his eyes. Why did he have to treat him like a baby?

I'm a grown ass man for God's sake!

"Dumb ass," he mumbled to himself. Gerard took out his journal and smiled at the picture of Dr. Annoying. She had a noose around her neck and she was struggling to breath. Gerard had drawn himself in the picture smiling at her death. He began to draw a picture of Zen. Gerard made his face distressed and drew a butcher knife in the middle of his stomach. A devious smile appeared on his face.

Gerard looked up at the clock and saw that it was time to go outside. There was a jungle gym and a track that went around it. There was some grass too. Gerard usually spent his time on the left of the jungle gym where the playground and the track met. He paced, thought, drew, and read. Gerard sat down and observed what was going on. Bob and Ray were in the grass meditating. Bert was doing pull ups, Lindsey was on the monkey bars, Jamia was watching, and Frank was on the track. Others were socializing and running. Zen, Dr. Eston, Dr. Annoying, Mr. Rizotto, and Mrs. Madison were by the door supervising.

Gerard sighed and went back to his drawing. He called it, "Death of a nuisance".
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Everyone went in TV room. Frank plopped down on the yellow couch and Frank sat next to him. They didn't look at each other. The channel was set on Family Matters. Gerard didn't laugh, he only smiled. Frank sat expressionless. After an hour of TV, they had one of three options: continue to watch TV, go back outside, or go in your room. Gerard went back to his room, not wanting to socialize.

Several minutes later, Frank came in.

"Hi," Frank greeted.

"Hey."

Frank sat down on his bed and sighed. He closed his eyes. Gerard stared at him. Becoming disinterested, Gerard went back to his book, Love and War. After twenty minutes, Gerard left and went to Dr. Annoying's office. Three times a week he left free time early to have a therapy lesson.

"Okay, Gerard, we're having a lesson, so open up you're notebook." Gerard did as he was told.

"We're going to talk about channeling our emotions," she said drawing several clouds on her chalkboard. Gerard rolled his eyes.
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After dinner and showers, Gerard found himself staring up at the white ceiling. White, white, white. Everything is white. The walls, the floors, the ceilings, the shirts. At least the required sleepwear was gray.

"Hello Gerard," greeted Dr. Eston. "I came to ask you about Frank. What was he like today?"

"He was good."

"Any weird behavioral issues?"

"No. He acted normal."

"Did you guys talk?"

"Not a bunch."

"What about?"

"I learn that he's sixteen, likes playing the guitar. And came here at breakfast time," Gerard remembered.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Did you say or do anything?"

Gerard shot him a death glare. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty fucking sure!"

Dr. Eston sighed and left. Gerard began to bite the tips of his fingertips. "Fuck face should go kill himself," he muttered. Then Frank entered. Frank sat down and pulled his knees to his chest. He closed his eyes and began to mouth something. Gerard looked closer and saw that he was mouthing," one, two, three", over and over again.

"Lights out," came a voice over the speaker. Gerard turned the light off and turned his lamp off. He turned on his stomach and closed his eyes.

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