Demented

Secrets and Lies Make You Wanna Die

  Frank sat on his bed writing down lyrics. He only did this in private. Gerard was with Dr. Bitch. The lyrics were about self hatred. While Frank was mindlessly self indulging himself in self pity, Zen popped out of nowhere.

  "Hey Frank. That Mikey guy wants to talk to you."

  "Oh? Okay." Frank plopped to the floor. He forced his converse on and proceeded to follow Zen. Mikey was on winter break, so he came back to visit Gerard and Frank again.

  "How's your day been?"

  "It's been okay," Frank shrugged.

   "That gym is almost done. It'll be better than staying in your room all day, huh?"

  "I like staying in my room. I also don't like change. Gerard on the other hand, loves the thought of stimulation and different things."

   "You're the one usually getting stimulated, so it's Gerard's turn now," Zen laughed.

  Frank stopped walking. "What?"

  "I'm talking about you two screwing each other. You're the bottom, so you're the one always getting stimulated."

  Frank rolled his eyes and started walking again. Why was Mikey coming to see him and not Gerard? Mikey did ask questions about their schedule yesterday, so he knew only Frank would be available. Maybe he wanted to get to know Frank better. Once Zen was done with his escortment, he left for his break. Inside the visiting room, was a very concerned looking Mikey.

   "Hi," Frank greeted, sitting down.

  "How're you doing?"

  "Good. What about you?"

  "I'm doing okay."

  "So, um why didn't you come for Gee? Not to sound rude or anything."

   "It's fine," Mikey reassured, forcing a smile. "Um, I...um, I need to ask you something. How much do you know about Gerard's past before he came here?"

   "Oh. Erm, his parents were abusive alcoholics. He hung out with drug dealers. Um, he had a job at some restaurant. And I know the crime he did to get in here. He tortured frogs and had a violent preference in videos."

   "Is that it?"

   Frank thought for a moment. "That's it."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Mm-hm...why?"

   Mikey seemed hesitant. "Has he ever said anything about his ex-boyfriends?"

   "He said he never had any."

   "He-he had two. Alex and Braden."

   "...Really?"

  "Yes. It's not surprising he didn't tell you. But, anyways, he only used them for sex. He cheated on them and stole from them. Nearly everyday."

   Frank's stomach dropped. "You're not- you're not kidding?"

   "I wish I was. Seems as if he left out a lot of information about himself. Did he tell you he drank and did drugs?"

  "He told me he occasionally smoked a joint."

  "He was a full-blown addict. He was barely able to go to school. He overdosed on prescription pills once. He drank himself to sleep!"

  "Oh my God." Frank's breath hitched.

  "He was always in fights. He stole from everybody. No one was safe, except me. He spent money recklessly, on clothes, shoes, food, beers. When a few of his friends and I confronted him on it, he blamed it on other people. It was everyone else's fault, but his own. He acted like the victim."