"Saviour Will Be There..." ((Andley Fanfic))

Chapter Thirty-One

Andy's POV:

The rest of the week went by in a blur. I got so used to the same routine, that every day just seemed to morph into the next. It was the same thing almost every day. I woke up, showered some days, met up with Frank in the dining hall, where he now made me eat breakfast with him or he wouldn't let me leave the table. I cried, he hugged me, and after about an hour I finally finished the small amount of food I was given. We'd then go out for a smoke like we did after meals, and we'd talk. After lunch I had private sessions with doctor Anderson, where he droned on about 'recovering,' and stuff. Then I had free time afterwards, which usually consisted of me trying to sleep while Gerard drew. The day ended with me and Frank sitting together talking while he tried to convince me to eat dinner, which I usually only managed half, if less than that. So, my week hasn't been very thrilling. Gerard keeps me entertained, though. Ever since he told me about Mike, I think I understand him a bit better. I think he trusts me a bit, too. He reads me his songs sometimes when neither of us are able to sleep, sometimes he sings them. His voice is beautiful, if I'm being honest, which I am. It's too bad the guy had to get so screwed up. He could've done great things in life. He's the kind of guy that if you give him paper and a pen, he could change the world. I have some faith he still could. Yeah, he's a little crazy, but who wouldn't be after seeing their brother die in front of them? And crazy doesn't always mean bad, it just means you see things from a different perspective. I hope some day Gerard gets out of here, and when he does, I know he's capable of changing. I just hope it's for the better. He could turn out to be one of the best musicians the world's ever known, or a serial killer in the headline of the lastest newspaper. That guy is unpredictable. But, I care about him. Him and Frank. The only good thing thing that came out of this whole mess is that I met them. I'll never forget them.

I was pretty nervous, yet excited for today. Because tomorrow I would be going home. It feels weird to say that, but I'm going home tomorrow. Home. I've missed my bed, and Crow. Don't get me wrong, I miss my friends greatly, I'm just worried they won't be as joyful to have me back. I did cause all these problems if you remember, and often problems aren't embraced with open arms and a warm smile. I'll just have to wait and see what happens. So far I know one of the guys is coming to pick me up, that's all I know. I spent last night folding the clothes Jinxx didn't, and packing them neatly in my backpack as Gerard read to me. I enjoyed last night a lot, actually. It was something I thought a place like this couldn't ever be; peaceful. I stayed up later than usual, but it was still relaxing. I had an almost normal converasation with Gerard, about what I did for a living and stuff. He asked what I enjoyed doing and I told him song writing and singing. He also asked to hear me sing one of my songs, so I did. I think he liked it. He told me I should become a singer, and I smiled and said that I already was. He didn't seem shocked, just amazed in some sense. He wanted to know why and how a person like me ended up here, and I just shrugged and said I wasn't any different than him. I was broken, and because I was so broken, other people took it upon themselves to try and fix me. Our conversation ended there, but it wasn't an awkward situation, it felt good that I'd told something about myself, and that he had taken the time to listen. He was a very kind guy once you got past the 'I'm gonna hurt you' vibe to him. Believe it or not he's quite un-intimidating. He's quiet, pretty shy, and kind of a nerd. He has two personalities to him, the cold, almost evil side to him that was adopted after the fire, and then the real him. I don't think anyone here has ever seen the real him. Because even though they're all afraid of him, he's just as scared as they are. I think that's why he prefers being alone, he can be himself without having to be on guard constantly. I think, that he thinks, they are out to hurt him, so he feels like he needs to hurt them first. He doesn't want to hurt me anymore, and I'm glad.

The day goes by fairly quickly, it could be because I've been distracted with activities, or that I'm just really looking forward to going home. As Frank and I sat together for the last time, he was something I'd never seen before, he was sad. Frank is just one of those people, that no matter how bad things are, he doesn't get sad. But, as I sat across from him tonight, looking into his brown eyes, that's all they were filled with; sadness.