Demented

Why Do You Lie to Me?

He keeps lying! He keeps lying! He doesn't give a shit about you!

I know!

Like yesterday he said you'd get extra cuddles and assurance if you called Jamia a slut. You didn't get anything! He barely paid attention to you!

What am I doing wrong?

You're letting yourself be manipulated. You're letting yourself be vulnerable.

But what if he makes up for his promises?

That's not very likely.

I'm doing the same thing to him though. He just sees through my bullshit.

Start to be more independent. Just a little. Then ask him for whatever you want and make a promise. He'll just be glad that you're not going to depend on him that much. Although, you'll go back to being just as dependent.

He's too smart for that. But I'll try.

Make him feel bad for not taking care of you.

I can't! He can't feel bad about things. He's not capable of remorse!

He's also not capable of love, but you still believe he loves you.

No one knows for sure. Yeah, a majority of professionals say they can't, but it's not proven.

He's faking it! He's only pretending that he loves you. He's using you!

You don't know that!

Gerard Way does not love you!

Where's your proof?

He lies, manipulates, uses, and threatens you. He calls you a crybaby when you're sad. Last week, he left you while you had a flashback. That's not love.

"Why do you lie to me?" Frank asked Gerard as soon as he walked into their room.

"What?"

"Why do you lie to me?"

"I don't lie to you."

"Yes, you do."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "You are full of shit."

"You keep telling me you'll do things for me if I do something for you. You don't fulfill your promises."

"Now you're lying."

"No I'm not!"

"You need to get your head check," Gerard advised. Gerard lied on his own bed and opened up his sketchbook. He began doodling.

"Gerard, I know I'm demanding, and annoying, but I hate when you lie."

"I do not lie!" Gerard hollered. He tightened his grip on his pencil. He broke it. Frank held his pillow to his chest and looked away.

Maybe I'm the crazy one.

Gerard's just an asshole. He won't accept responsibility.

"You're the reason I'm always mad! Gerard boomed. "Stop looking away like your scared and helpless when you know it's your fault!

Frank winced and closed his eyes. He was hoping that Zen would hear him and come in.

"If we ever break up, it's all your fault." Gerard scribbled something down with the remains of the pencil. He held it up. "You see this? It says, 'FRANK'S FAULT.' You know why? Because it's always your fault," Gerard taunted. He smiled. "I'm the victim here. Not you, attention whore."