Demented

Thanksgiving in the Brain

   Gerard was visiting Frank in the afternoon, after lunch. He sat with him on the bed, holding his hand. Their eyes were glued to the TV screen. Their hair stuck to their faces. They were watching SpongeBob™. It was the episode where SpongeBob and Patrick were selling chocolate in an attempt to get rich.

  "I think this was my favorite episode," Frank stated.

  "Mine was the one where SpongeBob was playing on those hooks, thinking it was a carnival. And he promised Mr. Krabs he wouldn't, but he did anyways."

  "Oh, yeah. I think that's in my top ten."

   "I love you," Patrick said to a customer, taking SpongeBob's advice about flattering the customer. Frank laughed. The man at the door backed away. Patrick's eyes went into the door. The man slammed it shut, smashing his eyeballs. Frank went into hysterics. Gerard smirked.

"Oh my Gosh, this is my favorite part," Frank managed to get out.

  Gerard didn't find it all that funny. Gerard was just too emotionless for laughs that came from low-key cartoon violence. He could pick up some more entertainment from Tom and Jerry™. Much more violence.

  As the episode went on, Frank looked at Gerard lovingly. Gerard's focus was on the screen. Frank took time to admire him.

   It was selfish of me to do it. Lots of people have no one, but I have Gerard. Some people have no where to live and nothing to wear. My life isn't as bad compared to others. I could've never seen Gerard again. I wouldn't get to kiss, hug, look at, or talk to him ever again. I'm glad I made it. I think I am. I'll try to be. I just have to remember how much I mean to Gerard. And really...how much Gerard means to me.

  "I love you."

"I know that Chicken Butt," Gerard smiled.

  "You know how I told you I was sorry when you first came to visit me?"

  "Yeah."

  "I was apologizing for doing that to myself."

  "Awe, you don't need to be sorry."

  "Yeah, I do."

  "Why?"

   " 'Cause, I would've left you. I was acting as i-if I had nobody. But I had you. And I convi-inced myself you didn't really love me. I convinced myself that I had no friends here," Frank explained.

   "I'll always love you." Gerard kissed him and Frank kissed back.

  "I can see that now."

  "That's good, because I 'ill marry you once we get out of here."

  "You will?"

  "I will."

  "Promise?"

  "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

  "What if I'm still seventeen once we get out?" Frank asked.

  "What makes you think you won't get out while you're still sixteen?"

   "Doesn't seem plausible."

  "Going back to your question, we'll just wait."

  "I don't want to go back to my parents."

  "You don't have to. You  can stay with me."

  "Where do you plan on going?"

  "Hm, the hospital provides homes for the eighteen and older," Gerard explained.

  "Oh. That's cool. But patients from mental hospitals can't keep in contact after they're released. Privacy reasons or something."

  "I forgot about that. But, we'll make it work out."

  "Gerard? When did you first realize you had a Daddy kink?"

  "I was about twelve and I was jacking off. And I was saying, "Yeah? You like when Daddy fucks you hard?"

  "Oh wow," Frank smirked.

  "When did you first get that cross dressing fetish?"

  "I was looking for some dirty stuff on my phone. I was fourteen. And I happen to stumble across a story. It was a guy fucking another guy. And the bottom was wearing a skirt and stockings. Next, I looked at some more stories like that and I realized that this was some hot shit."

  "Was it like a fanfiction or somethin'?"

  "Um, no. But I used to read some fanfiction."

  Gerard chuckled. "What you read about?"

  "Dirty Andy Biersack imagines."

   "Was Andy ever wearing a skirt?"

  "I found a few."

  "Loser."

  "I'm your loser...Daddy..."

  "Mm mm, and Daddy loves his loser." Gerard hugged him.

  "Gerard?"

   "Yeah, Baby?"

  "Why do you love me?"

  "Because you're submissive, nice, complicated, attractive, sweet, intelligent, you remind me of myself before I came a teenager, and you keep me kind of grounded."

  "Some of those are weird as Hell. But I'll take it."

  "Is Hell really weird though? We, as in human beings, say phrases that compare things to Hell and fuck. Is something as cool as fuck?"

  "That's interesting."

  "I wonder where it came from," Gerard thought aloud.

   "I have another question."

  "Go ahead."

  "How'd you discover cutting? I mean, why did you do it? How'd it make you feel?"

  "It gave me an adrenaline rush. It was kind of fun to watch the blood come out and to feel the pain. I started doing it because it's suppose to relieve pain or some shit. But it ultimately became a game to see how much I could bleed without passing out."

  "Well damn."

  "Why'd you do it?"

  Frank thought. "Wanted to cause pain to myself. And hiding them distracted me."

  "I've never understand how it relieves pain."

  "All it did was give me more pain and put me in here."

  "Exactly."

  Frank turned his head towards the TV as the SpongeBob theme song came on. He mouthed along. Gerard kept his eyes on him. So innocent, he thought.

   Gerard left his head on his shoulder. He hated knowing he could've lost his baby. He was at his highest level of happiness knowing Frank was okay.

 

A/N: Loo, loo, loo, I got some apples. Loo, loo, loo, you got some too. Loo, loo, loo, let's make some apple sauce. Take off our clothes and loo, loo, loo.