Demented

Where Have You Been? You're Mine, Bitch.

  Gerard sat down and began eating his cereal. Day three, and Frank still hadn't spoke to him. Frank was ignoring him, matter of factly.

   He watched Frank walk past with that whore, Jenny. Frank clearly adored the girl. Gerard flinged his cereal across the cafeteria, milk and all. Everyone turned to stare. "What the fuck do you want?" No one answered. "Go back to whatever the fuck you were doing!" he screamed. They all slowly turned their heads back to their former position.
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    Frank timidly sat down next to Gerard in the group therapy room. They didn't make eye contact. "Well, it's Frank's first day back in group therapy," Dr. Bitch announced. Everyone, except Gerard and Matt smiled at him. "And yesterday, it seems as if no one here knows what everyone is here for. So, we're going to go around in the circle and explain what we were diagnosed with. Again."

  Gerard watched his fellow patients explain what they were here for. Gerard remembered them all from the day he had met them. It's easier to manipulate when you know everyone's weaknesses. Frank stood up, and stated with confidence, "I am here because I suffer from PTSD, depression, anxiety, dependent personality disorder, and most recently, purging disorder."

  Ash raised her hand. "What the fuck is dependent personality disorder?"

  "It's when you're clingy and depend on a person way too much."

  "And what's purging disorder?"

  "It's like bulimia, but without the binging. Just throwing up."

  "Oh. Well Frank, you're very cute by the way."

  "Awe, thank you," he smiled.

  "Yeah, well he's mine," Gerard said viciously.

  Everyone was silent for a while. Finally, Dr. Bitch said, "Gerard, it's your turn."

  He glared up at her. "Kill yourself."

  "Gerard, just do it. You're so resistant to the littlest things."

  "No."

  "Fine!"

  After they finished going around in the circle, Dr. Bitch said, "Okay, we're doing partner stuff. We haven't done this in a while. Pick a partner and talk to them about your struggles this morning." Gerard stayed seated. Within a minute, everyone had a partner, except Gerard and Frank. They looked at each other.

  "How was your morning?" Gerard asked.

  "It was fine. My mind kept wandering to the thought of throwing up though. How was yours?"

  "It sucked."

  "Yeah, I saw you throw your cereal," Frank chuckled. "What was that all about?"

  "I miss you."

  "You do?"

  "Yeah, I fucking do. I love you. Where have you been? You never come in our room anymore."

  "I-I'll stay in there tonight...if you'd like."

  Gerard pulled him into his arms. "Thank you, Pumpkin."
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    Frank walked into his old room after showers. Gerard lifted him up and kissed him on the lips passionately. "You're mine, bitch." They looked at each other lustfully. Gerard grabbed him by the hair and pushed him to the ground so that he was on his knees. "Do you love me, Baby boy?"

  "Yes."

  "You love me only?"

  "Yes. Do you love me though?"