The Only Hope For Me Is You (Ferard)

Chapter 2

5 Months Later

The trail was over. I was deemed "insane" and put back in the mental institution. I don't understand I'm not crazy. Why can no one hear "Them" like I could. Come on, Frank. You know why. We choose you. You're special. "They" were right. I was special.

"Attention! Group therapy starts in 5 minutes. Group A please make your way to the "commons". Group A please make your way to the "commons". Thank You!" Dr. Urie announced over the P.A. According to the nurse I was in Group A. This is my first day here. Kinda fun I must say I'm surrounded by crazy people.

"Come on, Frank. We've gotta go to group therapy." The nurse nudged me on. I've only been here ten minutes and they're already making me meet people. I must say before I went to this dreaded place I had no friends or even acquaintances. Maybe this will be a new start for me. With crazy people surrounding me. They're not the smartest anyway and they have no reason to judge me. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all. "Okay. Here we are, Frank." The nurse pushed me in the room. They were about 14 people all around the doctor. None of them were talking, except the guy in the corner rocking back and forth whispering to himself.

"Hello, Frank." Dr. Urie said. "Everybody this is Frank. Say 'hi' please." In unison everybody said 'hi' in a monotone voice. "Have a seat, Frank." There was only one open seat and it was next to a guy that was wearing a fedora. He was a little chubby, short, and over all he was normal looking except for the white scrubs he was wearing.

"Hi, Frank," He seemed happy and quiet joyful. "My name's Patrick. What's yours?" I was confused because he just said my name. For about 38 seconds I just kinda stared at him. "Holy smokes, I already asked you that didn't I? Wait... No... What did I say?" He looked genuinely confused.

"Um... You said 'Hi, Frank'." I don't enjoy talking, but this poor soul looked like he was just in an episode of Hannibal.

"Oh okay. I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me? Please. I won't do it again." Wow this kid talks really fast. He looked like he actually thought I wasn't going to forgive him, for what? I don't know. I nodded my head since I don't like talking that much. "Ok good. I was really scared for a min-" He was cut off by Dr. Urie starting the group therapy.

"Ok! Please take a seat!" Dr. Urie said even though everyone was already sitting. "First, we are going to go around and introduce ourselves and say something about yourself that you feel proud of. Example, 'Hi I'm Dallon and I ate all of my food on my plate today."' Everyone turned to looked at the guy named Dallon. He was beet red and was super skinny. He looked like he hadn't eaten in 2 weeks. "Ok, Bob you start." That's how the group therapy went. People said their names and something they think is worth being proud of.

"Hi," This tiny voice squeaked out, "I'm Gerard," He paused and took a breath. It was silent in the room. Dr. Urie had a look of astonishment on his face, I had no idea why. He was a small guy, barely taller than me, he had black hair that was slowly turning brown, he was wearing the white scrubs that everyone was required to wear, but he had black eyeliner on, He was very pale and sickly looking. "Today I didn't black out." I was really confused. Black out? Did he mean like pass out? Or when you're drunk and you don't remember anything? I was going to ask Dr. Urie at the individual sessions.

"Thank you, Gerard," Dr. Urie said still looking astonished, "That's it for today. I'll start the individual sessions starting with Gerard. Thank you, everyone. Please go back to the dining hall for dinner." Everyone got up to leave except Gerard. He was looking at me. Befriend him. They said. Do it. Please.

"No!" I yelled and everyone left in the room looked at me. Patrick didn't even flinch.

"Is that the ghost of your boyfriend, too?" He asked me as we left the room.

"No."

"Who was it then?"

"Them."

"Who's 'Them?"'

"Them."' I said while pointing around. Can he not see them either? NO! Frank remember you're special. Only you can see us. Don't worry we won't hurt you... Today. Patrick and I just continued to walk to the dining hall. "Wait," I stopped in the middle of the hallway. I heard curses and colorful language behind me. I just glared at them. "You said the 'ghost of your boyfriend?"

"Yeah! I killed him because I thought he was cheating. Turns out he wasn't. Ha ha ha. Isn't that funny. Oh well." I really was surrounded by crazy people.

We continued to walk to the dining hall. I looked around. All of these people are crazy. I. Am. Not. Crazy. Why does everybody keep saying that?

"Frank?" A nurse came up to me. I nodded in a way to show that I was Frank. "Dr. Urie is ready for you now." I got up to follow her, but Patrick grabbed my arm.

"Be careful, okay?" Patrick said. I nodded in agreement before following the nurse. She lead we back to his office. When I walked in Dr. Urie stood up, I think it was to be polite, but it just got on my nerves.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Iero." Dr. Urie said. I took a seat in the old and tattered chair in front of his desk. "Now please explain to me how you ended up-" I cut him off with my words.

"Tell me about Gerard." I demanded to know about him. He looked like a fun figure. Plus "They" wanted me to befriend him.

"I'm sorry, Frank. I cannot do that. His file is private. By law you cannot see it." Well that's disappointing. That's okay, Dr. Urie. We'll still see the file, law or no law it's your mission, Frank. "They're" back. "Now I was saying please tell me how you ended up here and how you feel about it." He brought out his pen and got ready to write. Too bad I'm not speaking. "This will be a lot easier if you talk to me, Frank." He's not getting his way, this is too much fun. "Frank! I demand you to talk to me! Okay fine. You get your way." He called the nurse back in. This was making him really angry. "Hello."

"Hello, Dr. Urie."

"Can you please put Frank on Quetiapine Fumarate."

"Yes, sir." Dr. Urie wrote down a couple things and had me off on my way.

Ten minutes later I found the dining hall, but no one was there. A nurse that looked to be in his twenties and six feet tall came around the corner.

"Hello. Dinner is over. It is resting hour. Please come with me." The bulky nurse said. He lead me to an area that had an old TV, 2 grey couches, a brown chair, and a table with board games. When we got there the nurse left. There was no explanation on what I'm supposed to do. I noticed Patrick was talking to Bob. I started to walk over to them, until I noticed Gerard in the corner not talking to anyone. I rerouted my course and went over to Gerard. I don't talk much, but for Gerard I'd make an exception.