Demented

Deep Thoghts; Pretentious Thoughts

Gerard woke up at eight. After coming to his senses, he realized Frank wasn't in the room. Gerard dismissed it, thinking he had gone to breakfast. Nurse Abilene walked in. "It's time," she announced. Gerard jumped up and leaned against the wall. The staff walked in.

"No!"

"C'mon Gee," Nurse Abilene begged.

Gerard didn't move. One of the bald men tried grabbing for him, but Gerard kicked him in the face. After doing so, two others tried tackling him to the bed. Gerard punched one and pushed the other away. "Gerard! Please!"

Gerard shook his head. Gerard was pinned down by five of them. He kicked, screamed, and threw punches until they all let go.

After thirty minutes, Gerard stopped. Nurse Abilene handed him his medication. Everyone left.

"Where's Frank?"

"Dr. Eston escorted him out ten minutes before you woke up, because he didn't want him to see your daily incident."

"Ah."

Nurse Abilene asked him the same questions. Gerard gave her the same answers.

"Have a nice day, Nurse Abilene," Gerard waved.

"You too, sweetheart."

Gerard got ready and grabbed his notebook. They had poptarts™ today! Gerard grabbed a pack of cherry ones and made himself a glass of orange juice. He was a slut for poptarts™ and orange juice.

Gerard was enjoying his breakfast until Zen came up to bother him.

"Hi."

"Leave me alone," Gerard replied bluntly.

"What's the matter?"

"I was enjoying my favorite breakfast, but you come up and start talking to me."

"Sorry. Am I not allowed to talk to you?"

"I wish it worked that way."

"Are we not friends?"

"I have no friends. I don't need any and I don't want any!"

"Sorry," Zen mumbled and walked away.

Asshole comes here to ruin my God damn breakfast! God, I just wish people would die!

Gerard sat in silence finishing his meal. Once finished, he threw his trash away. He began to start writing. His feelings.

I wish people would die. They're all so annoying and crazy. And they all hurt others. Their annoying voices of happiness make me want to kill them all. People are always asking me if I said anything wrong when people, I don't even know, are unhappy. Yes, I killed a man, but that doesn't mean I threaten anyone I come to contact with. I'm treated like a fucking baby. What the fuck do I have to do?! Zen thinks we're friends. Ha! Zen is okay, but I don't have any friends. He's such a dumbass! Frank better not turn out to be irritating. He seems okay. I just want people to die. They're all disgusting people who think they're higher than the last person they walked by.

It was time to go to group therapy. Gerard sat down in his usual seat and Frank sat next to him. They didn't acknowledge each other.

"Take out your notebooks!" Everyone groaned. "Let's write down what we're thinking, and then we'll share it with the class. You have ten minutes."

First of all, I don't want to be here. Your face is annoying to look at and you're voice is irritating. If you die tomorrow, I will show no remorse. I don't want to be writing down what I'm thinking. I'm thinking that Zen is a retard. I'm thinking that I have good handwriting. I'm thinking that was a good breakfast. The End!

Gerard waited four minutes until ten minutes was up. "Ray, it's time to share," Dr. Annoying announced. Ray read aloud and it carried on to the next person. "It's your turn Gerard."

"Fi-first of all, I don't want to be here. Your face is annoying to look at and your voice is irritating. If you d-die tomorrow, I will show no remorse. I-I don't want to be-be writing down what I'm thinking. I'm thinking that Zen is a retard. I'm thinking that I have good handwriting. Im th-th-thinking that was a good breakfast. The end!"

Dr. Annoying's eyes were wide and her her face was a light shade of pink. She tensed up in her green chair. "Frank, erm, you, you can share now." All eyes went to Frank.

"I'm thinking that you seem pretty ni-ni-ni-ni-ice-nice. And this room isn't as scary as I thought it would be. E-everyone here seems pre-pre-ety nice. And the food isn't as bad as I'd thought it be. I was also thinking that I've been missing my f-fa-fa-fa-family.

"Okay Frank, good," she smiled.

Lindsey, Jamia, and Richard shared. "Time to pick your group partners for the project!" Gerard sighed and walked over to Bob and Ray. He always worked with them. All three of them sat down and started talking. Gerard looked up and saw Frank leaning against the wall. Gerard waved his hand for him to come over. Frank saw him in the corner of his eye and approached him.

"Do you want to join our group?"

"Yah," Frank smiled. Frank sat down next to Gerard.

"Discuss what you want to make. It has to represent love in one way or another."

After five minutes, they all decided that they wanted two people holding a heart above their heads.

"Whose gonna make the heart, the man, and the woman?" Bob asked.

"Wait, why does it have to be to a man and a women? It could be a man and a man or a woman and a woman," Gerard interrupted.

"You make a good point," Ray pointed out.

"I agree," Frank stated.

"So should it be two men or two women?" Bob asked.

"Two men," Frank said.

"Group therapy dismissed!"

Everybody stood up and went back to their rooms. Gerard lied on his back.

Kill Zen. I would never actually do it though. Not like two years ago. That was different. I know I'm crazy. I've felt it brewing up inside me years before I murdered him. Slowly, but surely, showing its way through my actions, through my words, through my thoughts. I've always contemplated my own ability to murder people. Then one day, I did. As long as I take my medication, it won't happen again. I don't want it to happen again. I can't. The only thing I was thinking while stabbing him with that butcher knife was, "Die! Die! Die!" I wish I could go back in time. I wouldn't have let it happen. I took away his life. Something I can never return. He's dead.