But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Gerard's POV

After Frank left I went back to sleep. It was a deep dreamless sleep. Thank God because I can't handle anymore nightmares. I'm already living in one.

About an hour after I woke up, these two doctors and Frank's mom came in.

They were mostly talking to Mrs. Iero, but sometimes to me.

Mostly things about Mrs. Iero keeping a 'close eye' on me. And me about stuff like, don't do drugs. Drugs are bad. I didn't listen.

I went home with the Ieros a couple of hours after the doctors came in.

"So are you excited to go home, Gerard?", Frank's mom asked.

I tapped my fingertips on the hospital counter and tried to pretend like I didn't hear.

She sighed and continued to write on the papers the nurse gave her to sign.

In the meanwhile Frank was just humming and biting his fingernails.

I want to get out of here.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone staring at me. I didn't want to turn around though. Should I look? I'm gonna look.

I turned around. Shit. What the fuck is Mikey doing here?! He should be at his friends house. Why is he here? He just looks away when I look at him. Chicken shit, of course.

"Come on Gerard. We're going home", Mrs. Iero says with a smile. I don't smile back. I just want to be left alone. I want to draw. Wait, where's all my stuff?! It was in the cemetery with me. Did they take it? I need my journal.

"Where's all my stuff?!", I anxiously ask. I yank my arm away from Mrs. Iero. "I need my stuff."

"We've already got it taken care of. It's at home in Frank's room.", she says reassuringly.

We walk to the car. Frank sits in the front and I sit in the back. If I had all my stuff I would put in my earbuds and listen to music.

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Eventually we get to the Iero's house. It's a little smaller than mine and the inside oddly reminds me of an insane asylum. All the walls are painted white and there's barely any furniture.

It was like Mrs. Iero read my mind because she mentioned why everything looked so barren. "We moved in a couple months ago, so sorry about the lack of furniture, dear", she said as she smiled at me.

I nodded and went to Frank's room to get my stuff.

I was met with a few band posters. AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Anthrax. He's cooler then I thought. Seemed like a stuck up if he's always hanging around the popular kids.

I see my bag on his bed. I start to get it but I see a pack of cigarettes on the floor. I lean down to get them. What the fuck? These are mine. I can tell the cigarettes are mine because of he little doodles on the box. Why does he have these? I pick them up and put them in my bag.

"What are you doing?"

I jump and immediately spin around. "Oh, uh sorry. I just saw my pack of cigarettes on the floor. Why do you have these?", I say as I show him the box.

He blushes a little and looks down at his feet. "I like your drawing style.", he mumbles.

I roll my eyes and walk out with my stuff. I want to get out of here.

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Can you feel my heart by Bring me the Horizon

~Abikitty Asylum