I'm Just the Way the Doctor Made Me 'Completed'

Chapter 1

I'm Just the Way The Doctor Made Me

Gerard's POV

I heard a shuffling and raspy yelling, "I don't need to be here! I don't belong! Fucking get off me, I'm not insane stop!" I sighed. 'Sorry new kid, they won't listen to you. We've all tried, some people are still trying.' I really wasn't too sorry, I'd seen plenty of kids come here screaming in terror. Some left soon seeming better only to come back a week or so later, others left for good. Most kids were terrified and pleaded that they were fine, like this kid, but others, including myself came without a word, I had put up a fight though, no words, just actions. The first time I'd come here to, Spring Horizon Asylum a year and a half ago, I fought off one of the guards in my terror to flee but was caught even before making it out of the ward. I shook my head when I heard the new boy yelling again, "Stop.. please I'm not crazy. I..I'm not crazy." He continued to whisper this and I decided I liked his voice, it was pleasant and low. I peaked at him from behind my curtain of black hair, he had spiky black hair and a tattoo on his neck of a scorpion. His hands covered his face so I couldn't exactly see all 5'4 of him, but I did notice a lip piercing and tattoos on his hands. His knuckles spelled out, Halloween. He sat, hunched on the couch across from me, slightly shaking, I imagined that there were a few tears streaming down his face but I couldn't tell. He slowly lowered his hands and wrapped his arms around his stomach. I almost dropped my pencil and notepad, he was drop-dead gorgeous. His hazel eyes, still slightly puffy, were searching the room as he bit his lip. He glanced up and I realized I had been staring intently at him. I blushed and looked back down to my drawing of the receptionist, Sara, and listened to a woman who I could only assume as his the new boy's mother, "Frank just needs help, I don't know what else to do. After his attempted suicide I knew that keeping him under 24 hour surveillance clearly wasn't work any longer ."

'Suicide huh? We have that much in common, Frank." I snuck another look at Frank, he was staring into his lap with fresh tears sliding down his cheek, he was wringing his hands worriedly. "I'm sorry Linda dear, I can only imagine the pain you're going through. Yes, of course we can take him, I'll find him a roommate shall I? Is he okay with a roommate that doesn't talk that much?" I shivered at those words Sara had spoken, 'A roommate that doesn't talk? That sounds a lot like me.' For almost three years I hadn't spoken a word to anyone. People tried to bribe me but I kept my mouth shut. I had been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, drug abuse, and accused of being catatonic. I glanced again at Frank, I wouldn't mind sharing a room with him as long as he didn't cry all night. I did want some sleep. "I love you Frankie, I'll miss you and I'll visit you when I can okay?" Frank's Mum had walked over to her son and hugged him. He sat there stonily and didn't speak or hug back. 'Maybe we have somethings in common. If we do end up sharing a room maybe I can learn more about you.' Linda stood up and walked towards the door, glancing back once before leaving. I could tell she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. She was terrified of and for her son. I could tell, I'd seen this a thousand times before.