Gerard Way was put in to a mental hospital two years ago for killing somebody. Frank arrives one day due to suicidal thoughts that have been haunting him for years. They get closer each day and reveal to each other their innermost secrets. Gerard is...
"Mornin," a sleepy Frank yawned, turning over towards Gerard.
"Morning Baby."
"My sleeping is becoming much better," he mumbled.
"That's good."
"Hey, what's marked on the calendar?" he squinted, looking towards the calendar hanging next to the door, on Frank's side of the room.
Gerard looked over. "I don't know. ...It's April already? I thought it was like March tenth or something."
"It's April ninth," Frank laughed.
"Oh, it's my birthday then."
"Your birthday?!"
"Yep," he responded, popping the "p".
"Happy birthday!"
"Thanks Baby."
"I wish I had something to give you."
"Give me attention and let me fuck you tonight. That's all I want."
"Okay."
Gerard pressed his lips to his forehead. "Thank you, Baby. I love you." Gerard made his way out and over to his own bed.
"I've been here five months."
"Almost half a year."
"Mm-hm." _____________________
"Ray, how are you feeling today?"
"Happy."
"That's great! How about you, Bob?"
"I'm feeling neutral."
"Good. Bert?" Dr. Preppy asked.
"Annoyed."
"Why?"
"You exist."
Gerard, Frank and Bob snickered.
"James?" She ignored them, pissed.
"I'm feeling happy."
"Frank?"
"I'm feeling well," Frank lied.
"Gerard?"
"Same as always."
"You guys, today is a very special day for Gerard. Would you like to tell everybody?"
"No."
"It's Gerard's birthday today! Let's sing 'Happy Birthday' to him."
"Oh God, no. I'd rather shoot myself!"
Gerard was ignored by Dr. Preppy. She sung the first two words and everyone reluctantly joined in.
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Gerard. Happy birthday to you! And many moore!"
There were a few "cha, cha, cha! hi-yah's!" at the end.
Gerard slumped in his chair, sighing.
"Richard, it's your turn."
"I'm okay, I guess."
"Lindsey?"
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Everyone's coming for me..."
"Linds, I need you to go to Dr. Gein's room," she explained, very carefully. "She'll help you, okay?"
Lindsey shuffled her way out the door. Jamia patted her on the back, as she left. "I'm doing fine," Jamia said emotionless, looking off into space.
Dr. Preppy grabbed a folder off her desk. "Um, today we're going to um, talk about our families. How have they affected you? Positives and negatives must be used when describing." She wrote two large circles on the whiteboard. One was labeled "Negatives" and the other was labeled, "Positives".
"Jamia, can you start us off?"
"We were poor until I was nine years old. My dad got a well paying job. But my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. My family has always been supportive of me. But my dad was always irritated when my mom was in the hospital, so I didn't really have any adult to talk to. My little brother, Evan, felt it too."
"Supportive" was added to the "Positive" bubble and "hard to talk to at hard times" was added to the "Negative" bubble.
"Your turn, Gerard."
"Abusive, drunk, hateful, negligent, wasted money on booze. A TV was thrown on top of me, I've had to go to the hospital because of them, and I've starved. They were constantly drunk and abused me and my brother physically, mentally, emotionally, and verbally every single day. Even after my brother told them he was being molested by my father's friend, they sill let him in. They never come to see me."
There was a lot added to the "Negative" bubble. "Can you think of any positives?"
Gerard thought. Nothing came to mind. There was nothing he could thank them for.
"I'll come back to you. Next."
It was time for Frank. "Um, my parents very rarely gave me attention. I-I was ignored constantly. We never did anything fun together. W-work was more important. They never seemed to care about how I was doing. They st-still don't. I ha-haven't seen them since I was dr-dropped off. But there was always food on the table and I had a roof over my head."
More things were added. The focus was turned to James. Then Bert. Then Bob. Then Ray. Then Richard.
"Hey, Gerard? Do you a positive to share?"
"They taught me that the world is a horrible place." _____________________
Gerard fondled Frank through his pants. He was hard now, waiting for Gerard to do anything at this point.
"I'll fuck you so hard. You'll love every inch of me."
"Daddy, please."
"Daddy's gonna suck your dick. You like when I swirl my tongue around you?"
Frank shuddered. Gerard pressed against him. "Da-addy, yes!"
"You'll be under my control just like that. You'll be screaming my name and wiggling your hips, begging for more. Like the whore you are."
"I need you."
"You get all achy without me screwing the hell out of you. Daddy's the only one who can make you all better."
"The only one."
Frank was pinned down.
"Baby boy, ready to get fucked?"
"Mmm."
Frank was stripped of his clothes. Gerard threw their articles of clothing on the floor. They were at each other, biting each other's neck. Gerard kissed down his stomach. Frank opened his legs up wider, making it even more obvious he was desperate.
Gerard coated himself with spit. He hurriedly entered Frank. Fast, rough, sex. Just the way Gerard enjoyed it.
A/N: This is horrible chapter
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