Brooke Cassidy turns 19, and has been inside a rehabilitation center for 13 years. She has schizophrenia and anxiety. She's pretty messed up. Inside her head, she sees things. Sometimes even before they happen. One night she sees a boy, who she has...
A/N: Just a heads up. The song above, is based off an event happening in this chapter. It has a purpose it's not just there to look pretty...XD. And the picture is Brooke's necklace from Chandler.
I woke up, wrapped in Gerard's arms. He was still sleeping, so peacefully. I removed his arms from my torso and slowly got up, making sure not to wake him up. I look at my clock before I leave, it reads 7:14 p.m. So they didn't have the party? I walk to the sitting room/ dining room and see Chandler stacking four presents on a table. ''Still setting up?'' I smile as he turns around, a little frightened by the sound of my voice. ''Nope, these came in from your parents few minutes ago...''
My parents sent me presents? Wow, but they couldn't come see me... ''Oh...''
Chandler gave me a sad look. ''It'll be okay. Go grab your room mate, the party is about to start.'' I took off for my room. I open the door and see Gerard sitting up and stretching. He smiles and stand up. ''Hey...How was your nap?''
''Good. Thanks for the comfort I guess...'' He's gonna leave you...You're nothing..Why not just kill him now Brooke? ''Shut up!'' I scream, looking at the ceiling.
''Brooke, are you okay?'' Gerard walks over to me and tilts my chin up to stare into his eyes. ''The voices..'' I say weakly.
He massages the back of his neck and drops my chin. ''They're not real. Just remember that.''
''The party is about to start. Chandler wanted me to get you...'' I change the subject and walk out of the room, leaving Gerard alone.
Gerard finally walks out. We follow Chandler to the garden. Balloons, streamers and confetti were everywhere, spread all across the lawn. ''For me. Really guys?''
Everyone clapped and watched me blow out the candles on my cake. I smile and look at everyone getting cake as I set back against the wall. ''Happy birthday.'' Gerard says, handing me a box covered in wrapping paper.
''You didn't have to.'' I shake my head and thrust it back into his hands.
''No. Take it.'' He hands it back to me, gritting his teeth. I widen my eyes and then rip the paper off the box.
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Inside the box laid two black bands, rings. I picked one up in my hand and scanned it with my eyes, my mouth ajar from excitement. ''Gerard, I love them.''
''Well, I get The Joker one. You get Harley Quinn. As a symbol of friendship.'' He smiles slyly and takes the Harley Quinn ring, placing it on my left ring finger carefully.
I take The Joker ring out and put it on his left ring finger. ''But...Harley was in love with The Joker...''
''Well, maybe this time it's the other way around...'' And with that, he walked inside. I stood outside as people ate cake, leaning against the wall alone. What does he mean? 'Maybe this time it's the other way around...'
''What is that suppose to mean?'' I mutter under my breath. A gust of wind blew my hair in ny face, making it difficult to see. I brush my hair away from my face and see Gerard standing in front of me. I jump bck, frightened by how he got he so qiuetly and quickly.
''I'd like to take you out for your birthday.'' He says, a crooked smile on his lips. He hands me a single black rose.
''Gerard, enough with the presents'' I sigh and take the rose. I can't help but smile. ''and we're in rehab. We can't really leave.''
''Chandler is escorting us. He's gonna get a close by table and eat something. Look, the food here taste like shit anyway... I had a cookie earlier and almost chipped a tooth.''
I giggle and cover my smile. ''It's not that bad...'' I shuffle my feet in the grass, looking down as I do so. ''Would you really take me outta here for once? I can't even remember the last time I went outside the garden...''
''Of course. What friend would I be if I wasn't lov- liking you.'' He wipes his hands on his pants, probably nervous and sweaty.
''Would you just say it already?'' I smile, almost shouting at him.
''Do what?'' His eyes widen and he bit his lip, scanning my body.
''First thing, stop checking me out. It's kinda creepy. Second thing, if you aren't I will. And don't play dumb.''
He massages the back of his neck and looks down at his feet. ''I'm asking you on a date... '' He finally says, sighing.
'' For fucks sake it wasn't that hard.'' I put my hand on my hip and smile widely. ''It's almost nine. Maybe tomorrow?''
''Yeah, sounds like a plan.'' He says hopefully.
We walk back to the room in silence. He let me take the bathroom first. I changed into a Harley Quinn shirt and a pair of black shorts. He had already dressed near his bed and was laying down, reading a Suicide Squad comic.
''Nice shorts, hot stuff....'' His happy expression faded. ''Sorry.....'' He turned on his side and laid the book down.
I shook my head, grinning. I jumped into bed and pulled the covers up over my shouders once I was turned on my side. I tried to droft into a peaceful sleep, but the voices...
You're a worthless fuck! No one should love you! Watch him leave you! You're as mad as the Joker! Maybe that's why you like him so much! Just kill yourself!
