Demented

The World is a Bad Place

It was August thirteenth. Several months had passed since Frank's suicide attempt.

  Gerard stared at Frank during group therapy. Frank's bright eyes were glued to Dr. Bitch, who was talking about how she wanted everyone to be respectful when they give advice. Gerard didn't care about being respectful, he was just going to be honest. Yes, Onision was his hero as a teenager.

  Suddenly, Ray said, "I have this feeling that's something's gonna happen. That's what I've been worrying about. Something bad."

  Then, a red ball was thrown to Jamia. Gerard was clearly missing something here, so he decided to retrain his focus. "Something that's going to happen to all of us?"

  "Yes."

  Bob raised his hand and the ball was thrown to him and he barely caught it. "I think you have nothing to worry about."

  "I know," Ray responded. "I think I've been thinking too much of natural disasters."

  Dr. Bitch got the ball. "It's best that you distract yourself. And you should probably put down those World War ll books."

  Ray chuckled. "You're probably right."

  As they went around the circle, Gerard discovered everyone was talking about something that had been bothering them recently. He never raised his hand because he knew he would say something rude and ruthless. Gerard, by this point in time, was like a mad dog, in search for drama and ridicule. Foam dribbled from his mouth at the sight at the slightest indication of drama. He ached to have the last laugh and he would fight to the death to come out on top. He fed from the insults people would throw at him, like a demon who feeds on negative energy. Gerard was becoming despised by his fellow screw-ups.

  The time had come for Frank to share. "I don't have anything to share," he dismissed.

  "Oh, come on," Dr. Bitch nudged. "It can be something minor."

  "I have nothing."

  "Just a little thing, Frankie."

  "Don't force him if he doesn't want to," Gerard snapped.

  "Stay out of it, Gerard," she replied, pursuing her lips. She turned back to Frank. "Try for me, sweetheart."

  Frank didn't answer. His eyes stared at his rocking feet. His shoelaces dragged across the floor. Dr. Bitch wasn't even going to attempt anything with Gerard.
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  "The world is a bad place," Frank suddenly said, looking up from his book, titled, Getting It Through My Thick Skull: Why I Stayed, What I Learned, and What Millions of People Involved with Sociopaths Need to Know.

  "I know," Gerard responded, looking away from The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Sourcebook. "Why bring it up all of a sudden?"

  "It's been in my head all day."

  "The world's a horrible place. Filled with cheats, bullies, stupidity, fools, the uneducated, and hate. I apply in all, but three, categories."

  "People are always after you. They want to corrupt you. They want to ruin you."

  "I have read that book before, you know. Is all of this coming from the book?" Gerard questioned, flipping his newly cut hair.

  "No. Past experiences," Frank grumbled. Gerard faked a sympathetic smile.

  "You're my little constellation. I'll never let anyone hurt you. Ti amo bambino."

  A smile crept onto Frank's face. He had taught Gerard the little Italian he knew. The basics. He had practiced the pronunciation and mimicked the accent and had it down to a 'T'. Gerard was of Italian descent, and he did live near the areas of Brooklyn where Italian Americans lived. Since he grew up secluded, not introduced to any of his extended family, he never heard any. Also, since he was excluded from or voluntary stayed away from children, he never socialized with the Italian speaking kids. As a teen, he was too drunk and/or high to remember anything his Italian friends spoke.

   "Ti amo anch'io, babbo."

  Gerard smirked and kissed him. "Il mondo è brutto ma sei bella per me."

   "Awe, Gee," Frank blushed.

   Gerard gave him a tight hug. Frank wondered what exactly would happen if someone were to hurt him again. Of course, it would end up with a dead body and someone being very confused. "Tell me more about your view on the world, honey." Gerard was being nosy again...or maybe he was just too interested. He did, after all, needed to know everything about Frank.

  This could be more or less a set-up. Frank didn't- couldn't suspect a thing from Gerard's nosiness. He was too naive and convincible to suspect anything negative coming from Gerard that would effect him. That's one of the reasons why he was always ruined.

  The world was indeed a horrible place. Gerard was one of the attributes.

A/N: Lol foreshadowing.