Demented

Frank's Tears Is All You Hear

Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
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Gerard patted a hysteric Frank's back, trying to console him.

"G-ge-ger-ard. It was worse than the others!"

"What was it about, baby?"

"Th-they were stra-a-angling me. I couldn't bee-reeath! No matter what, I-I couldn't get th-em to sstop."

"Shh. Everything will be okay."

Frank sniffed. "I just couldn't get them o-off. It f-e-elt like I wouldn't wa-ke u-up-up. I was sso sc-scar-scared." Frank hid his face in the crook of Gerard's neck.

"You're awake now, it's okay Frankie."

"Gee?" his voice shook. "I..I...I-I.."

"You what, Sunshine?"

"I-um never mind."

"You're shaking pretty badly. Here, lie down." Gerard stacked pillows under his head. "Take some deep breathes." Frank did, but they came out shaky. "You know how you rub my back when I'm mad? Do you think if I do it to you, it'll help you relax?"

Frank nodded and flipped onto his stomach. Gerard began massaging the middle of his back. He felt the quivering of his body under his hands. "Remember, deep breathes, okay?"

"Gerard, I-I'm sor-ry."

"For what Sunshine?"

"Ff-or you having to take care of m-me a-all the time. I kn-know I should be inde-pe-pendent. I'm sixteen."

"No, sweetheart. Don't be sorry, it's okay. It doesn't bother me," Gerard solaced.

"You're a sociopath, y-y-you don't want to be doing this."

"I don't want you to be crying, scared to death, in the middle of the night. I care about you a lot, got it?"

Frank shook his head. "No you don't. No one does."

"If I didn't care about you, then I wouldn't be here comforting you. Or making sure you're okay 24/7. And calling you my sweetheart and sunshine. And cuddling with you every night, like we're a married couple or something."

Frank could hear the anger rising in Gerard's voice. He hated when Gerard was mad, especially if it was his fault. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"You really fucking should be sorry. All I do is take care of you, and you have the audacity to say I don't care about you. In reality, it's the complete opposite. You drown in your own self pity," Gerard scoffed.

Frank didn't reply. Gerard's words hurt, but maybe they were true. He bit down on his lip, as Gerard continued to rub his back. Frank could sense major tension between them. That made him extremely uncomfortable and he had jammed into his brain by this point that Gerard hated him.

"You really piss me off sometimes, I swear to God," Gerard went on. "Get over your pathetic ass past, and move the fuck on. I have. I did a long time ago."

That pissed Frank off. It took a minute until he exploded. "That's what I've been trying to do! I've been trying to forget about it! I wish I didn't have the nightmares! I wish I didn't have any bruises! I don't know how to forget about it! I can't!"

"Shut up, or someone will hear you. Okay, fine. It's not your fault, Frank. And you can't forget about it. But talk to a professional about your dreams. Open up to your therapist and psychiatrist about what's wrong with you. They can prescribe you the right medication and give you the correct treatment. And you'll be able to cope with everything."