I'm Not Okay. I Promise.

Chapter Six: We Don't Have to Stay, Stay Inside This Place.

Frank cocked his head slightly, looking around a room that he had ventured into after about an hour of exploring the large house. He took a breath, fingering the small sticks with little clumps of soft stuff on them. Some of the sticks had colored liquid on them, others were dry and clean. He found them so amusing and he just smiled shyly to himself. He looked up to the wall, seeing the many pictures and paintings lining them with wide eyes of wonder. He made his way over to the structures, fingering the paintings and looking at the blending colors and patterns.

"Beautiful..." He whispered, biting at his lip and backing up into a warm body causing him to lose his footing. He felt warm hands catch him around the waist from behind and steady him slightly. Frank closed his eyes, melting into the warm touch before he recognized the unfamiliar scent of the one he'd met throughout the week in the hospital. "G-Ge....Gerard?" he asked softly, trying to remind himself of the name of the other male.

Frank felt Gerard's arms tighten around his waist, looking down to the ground avoid eye contact. "Frank - What are you doing in here?" Gerard asked, biting his lip and letting out a small sigh. He shook his head, letting an arm fall to his side, the other staying on the small of his back as they looked around.

Frank followed Gerard's gaze back to the opposite wall where a massive painting mural stood. It held amazing colors and so much emotion. When he laid his eyes on the scene, it felt like he had been stabbed twenty times by knives coated in twenty different emotions. He had to catch his breath, swallowing hard and making his way towards the wall. "Gerard...?" Frank asked, cocking his head slightly with a whimper. "Um...What is this?" he asked, leaning against the desk with a curious expression.

"I see you enjoyed my mural of emotion." He said softly, pointing to the painting that Frank had been focused on."That," He began, bringing Frank a bit closer to the painting with a gentle push. "That's the result of being an artist, having multiple feelings all at once, and not having much of an outlet at the time. Unless of course I were going to be harmful." He murmured, reaching up and running his hand down the painting once again. Gerard looked down towards Frank, giving a small smile while biting his lip. "I mean, of course you already knew that. If you would remember." He said with a shrug, letting go of Frank and turning back to the opposite wall.

Frank turned in the same direction as the other, looking up at a large, beautiful girl that towered over him on the wall. Gerard glanced down at Frank, raising a brow with a chuckle. "Boy, this is a lot - I painted this for many reasons. If you have the time, I'd be more than happy to explain it to you." Frank just smiled, cocking his head slightly.

"Of course I have the time. I have all the time in the world..." Frank said, settling himself in the chair by the desk, his mind and memory still gone. He cocked his head, biting his lip and shaking his head slightly.