Darkly Descending {FRERARD}

Chapter 1

I paced the corridors fiddling with my thumbs until I grew bored with them. I was supposed to finally get a new 'across the hall' room mate after that incident with the schizophrenic boy who nearly killed me thinking I was some evil master mind. I looked at the floors, getting entranced with the tiles patterns. Each tile had a different pattern of white swirls enveloping one another. I put my back against the pale white wall and slowly slid down, planting on my ass, and slowly traced all the swirls that soon enveloped me.

"Have you heard the news?!" I heard the stomps of feet running down the hall way, I didn't mind looking up. It probably wasn't for me anyways. Just another false alarm illusion like all the others.

"Frank?" I heard the familiar voice, I looked up to see that gigantic fro for myself. I guess it wasn't a false alarm.

"Ya..?" I asked carelessly. Like all the other times he decided to tell me false information.

"Have you heard who's coming here? Coming... here. To Westlington Mental Institution?" He asked and his face got really serious. I frowned, unaware of anyone new coming. We don't usually get new people. We've maybe gotten at least two over the past year. It's not like we are a very nice facility either.

This... place, was for the overly uncurable psychopaths. Yup, welcome to Westlington. I hope you enjoy your stay. We don't have quality food, we don't provide room service, and we DEFINITELY don't want you to enjoy anything you go through. Yayyyyyy.

"Are you sure we're getting anyone new?" I asked him slowly, hoping it would get through his head, and that I wouldn't have to repeat myself. His fro bounced up and down as he nodded really fast.

"I am absolutely positive!" He exclaimed and I nodded slowly with a straight face. "Ok..." I said hoping this would end the conversation, but then he piped up again.

"He supposedly skinned three women alive!" He exclaimed as though this new mysterious person was going to be his new best friend. I quickly looked back at him with a puzzled look.

"Shouldn't he be on death row instead?" I asked, curiosity cramming my brain. Murder lead to death row, let alone killing more than one...

"His trial said that because it was such a strange murder he is to be sent here to be treated instead of being killed." After he said that, it made no sense to me. Shouldn't you die after killing three innocent women? It makes no sense to treat someone when after they are 'cured' they are still a cause of a MURDER. Like come the fuck on. Are you people this stupid?

"That makes no sense," I finally said to Ray and he pondered for a minute, "I guess you're right it doesn't make a lot of sense... But I wanted to tell you because he's going to be your across the hall buddy. The new move in you've been excited about."

My stomach dropped. I thought my new room mate was coming from another wing... If what Ray says is true and that he skinned three women what could he do to me if I got too far on his nerves..?

I opened my mouth going to ask more questions when a voice but in,

"Ray you shouldn't be down this ward." Ray's escort said as he finally found him, "But he's my friend!" Ray exclaimed. Sometimes I'd like to beg to differ. "Frank they want you at the front office," He told me as he took Rays arm and drug him away from me. I gave him a puzzled look and got up all the same to start heading to the front ward. I brushed off my white jumpsuit and made my way down the hall.

I turned right and was accompanied by an escort to take me to the office because they clearly have trust issues when you're on your own. I walked into the office and looked at the secretary who was way to happy to be working in a fucked up loony bin.

"Frank Iero." I breathed out and she looked up, smiling. I wanted to hit her for being so happy. Maybe there should be a mental illness for being to damn happy all the time. "Ah yes, the warden would like to see you now." She showed me to the office door. I walked in annoyed with everyone and everything. I sat down in the plush chair and sat in silence as the Warden tip typed away on her annoying ass computer. I was already annoyed with the damn sound.

I looked across at her very unorganized desktop, and the one thing that stood out was a quite large tarantula paper weight. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head as I looked at the... thing in horror. Its furry legs and many eyes crept the fuck out of me! I shuddered in my chair and looked anywhere else but the horrifying thing she used to hold papers down.

"Oh hey Frank." She said after she was done typing whatever the hell she was typing, "As you know you're going to have a new person moving in across from you after that... Incident with Bob..." I nodded and tried to focus on the ground instead of looking at her.

"I just want to warn you that this one particular person is famous around the area for some things that he has done but I hope that won't be a problem." She smiled and I tried not to look scared of her horrific face. "Oh ya totally I will totally ignore the fact that he skinned three people alive. Yep no problem, haha you really needed to ask?" I sarcastically stated, adding hand gestures making it even more dramatic. Maybe I should have been an actor because damn.

She gave me this disapproving look, and shook her head. "You're going to have to deal with him whether you like it or not because the room across from you is the only one that is open in that wing."

"And why can't... it... be in a different wing?" I asked and she almost laughed, "Because your wing has more security, and it's where the ones who have no hope of ever leaving here are housed." I gulped. Does that mean I have no hope of leaving this place? I'm too insane? Too dangerous? Too... Helpless?

"He should be any minute now and I might advise you to not be by the front door. There's going to be a lot of people wanting to see this man themselves," She gave me a stare, "Unless you would like to see who you're going to be staying with for some time?" She kind of turned her head as she said that like she was questioning me. Bitch I'll do whatever I want with my life. Maybe I'll go see this guy. Maybe I'll just go back to the white marble patterns on the floor you never know.

We sat in silence for at least two or three minutes before she finally spoke up again, "You can leave now," She gestured toward the door and she was a bitch about it. I rolled my eyes as I lifted myself out of the surprisingly comfortable chair I was in. I didn't want to leave that chair. It was more comfortable than the bed that I've been sleeping on for years.

I made my way out of the office and started walking towards my wing when I was nearly ran over by like five people running to the front door. I turned around ready to scream at the pricks before I noticed how many people were crowding around the two humongous doors leading out of this hell hole.

I walked over curiously, yes I wanted to know what this mysterious man looked like. I made my way through the sea of patients, it wasn't that hard considering I was tiny as hell. I was close to the front now and I could see two escorting policemen bringing in a chained, literally handcuffed on both feet and hands, being dragged into the facility. I couldn't see much of him besides that he was tall, and had shaggy black hair that covered his face so I couldn't see what he looked like. He was fairly skinny yet somewhat built.

The policemen headed down my wing and I followed, as did everyone else, but were stopped when trying to advance, except for me. I slowly fell behind the two intimidating men and watched as this new human that will live across from me put up no fight to get away. They opened the door to the room and brought him in. I tried to peer in before the door was slammed in my face. Go figure.

I waited for what seemed like hours but was really only a half an hour before the door was opened again and I was greeted with my new 'across the hall' buddy. He had a dark look on his face as he turned towards the two policemen heading out the door and down towards the front office. He looked at me as I sat on the ground. He smirked before leaning his own self against the wall and slowly sliding down.

He seemed to like to mimic me. He seemed a little off centered. Like a mystery that was solved but not all the secrets were revealed. Like missing a whole part of the puzzle but thinking it still looks fine without it. He studied my face, as I studied his and he made his way down taking in my whole figure as I did to him. He lent his head against before licking his lips and finally using them

"I'm Gerard, the Skinner boy and I am darkly descending into the hell I call life."