Demented

A Chapter that Fits "Our Lady Of Sorrows"

Gerard sat in his room on Frank's bed finishing a picture. In the picture, there was blood on the sheets, a knife, and a nearly dead person. Take a guess.

   There was a knock at the door. "Come in!"

  "Good afternoon," entered Eston. "I have some great news!"

  "Is it about Frankie?"

  "He's awake," he said, grinning.

  "Can I see him?"

  "In two hours. I'll get you when the time is right."

  "Thank you so much!"

  "My pleasure."

  Once the door was completely shut, Gerard jumped to the ground. He tossed his things to his own bed. It being late April, the sky was blue, birds were chirping and purple flowers were blooming outside.

   Andy was quietly playing with a ball in his cage. Gerard waltzed his way over there. "Okay bitch, Frankie'll be back soon. So I don't have to deal with you for much longer." The rabbit didn't look up. Gerard flipped it off and went to his bed.

   He started jumping. He was excited and felt like the world was in his favour.
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  Gerard was escorted to the ICU by Dr. Eston. He was let into Frank's room. Dr. Eston left to attend to another person. Gerard sat next to Frank, who was obviously drowsy.

  "Do you feel okay?" Gerard asked, holding him to his chest.

   "Mm-hm."

"That's good."

  "M'sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

  Frank didn't respond. He hugged Gerard back. His weak breath was audible.

  "What happened? Why'd you hurt yourself so badly?"

  "I was sad again." The word "sad" held so much meaning to it.

  "I hate when you're sad. You have to tell me things. I need to protect you from yourself."

  Frank replayed that last sentence in his head. It made so much sense. Frank was a victim of himself more than he was the victim of others. He hurt himself more than the others ever had. The reason he came to this facility was because he was a victim of himself. He was the predator who needed help on how to stop picking at a person. He was the prey who needed help on how to build himself back up.

   "Baby, I need you to promise me something."

  "I don't think I can. It's probably too much to ask of-" he took a deep breath, "me. Since I'm so- so self destructive."

  "No honey, nothing like that. I need you to promise me you'll think about how much you mean to me when you're down."

  "I promise, Gee."

  "You're my world."

  "I like when you hold me. I feel safe and warm," Frank closed his eyes.

  "If you didn't make it, you would've never been able to feel it again."

  Frank nodded, holding Gerard's arm.

   "Did you see my note?"

  "Uh-huh. Thanks." Frank was nearly asleep.

  "You're welcome. You ready to go to sleep?"

  "Yeah. Sorry...for not being...able to stay up."

  "It's fine, Pumpkin."

  "Stay. While I sleep?"

  "I will."

"Promise?"

  "Promise." Gerard watched him drift asleep.
 
  Sleep: Death without the commitment.

  Gerard did stay with him. He would have left anyone, even Mikey, but not Frank. He wasn't going to break his promise to him. He held him, kissed him, and whispered, "I love you" continually.