Off The Wall.

Ruefully.

The eyes. Those ruefully beautiful eyes. Why do they bother looking at something like me?

They floated in midair, never leaving my face. I stood in front of them, paralyzed. Their light swelled inside of me and terrified me, while at the same time filling me with a frothy warmth.

"Why?" I whispered as the eyes blinked at me. "Why do you follow me?"

I saw wrinkles appear around the corners of the eyes, indicating that whoever owned them was smiling. I felt myself frown deeply.

"Answer me. Why won't you leave?" I asked again. They eyes continued to mock me. I felt red hot anger flair inside of me and turn my face red.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!!" The eyes continued laughing at me, and I squeezed my hands into fists.

I swung at the eye, screaming bloody murder the whole time.

The eyes dodged my every swing, and I collapsed on my knees after attempting to attack the eyes for a while.

"Please," I said through my heavy breathing. "Just stop following me."

The eyes stared. They blinked. They showed no signs of an answer.

"Please," I said again, years pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Let me breathe."

* * *

I woke up with my sheets drenched in hot sweat and my eyelashes glued together by salty tears.

I ripped my eyelids apart and sat up, leaning on my elbows. I rolled my neck, hearing multiple cracks, and used one hand to rub at my eyes.

I looked around the room I was in and recognized it as the infirmary. My bed was shielded by an open curtain, and I saw one of the nurses sitting at a desk and scrawling on several pieces of paper.

I cleared my throat, and the nurse looked up quickly.

"Oh, Frank, you're awake!" She said in a light voice as she stood up and walked lightly over to my bedside.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she unwrapped bloody bandages that covered my knuckles and forearms.

"What did I do?" I asked, ignoring he question. She glanced at me as she unwrapped the last bandage.

"You just had a little accident." The nurse, who's name tag read "Ella", said far too gently. I grimaced at her.

"Bull-fucking-shit." I spat. She winced, but kept working. "What did I do this time?"

Ella sighed as she began cleaning and wrapping my scrapes and cuts. I clicked my tongue at her as every second went by, and she sighed again.

"It was better then last time. You just threw a chair and it broke a painting hanging on the wall. You then broke down after you realized what you'd done and tried to, erm... You know."

"Tried to off myself." I said flatly. She looked at me with pity in her eyes.

"Correct."

Fuck.

She taped the last bandage and then patted my leg. I grimaced (I need a new facial expression, I think) and watched as she walked away, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

"When do I get out of here?" I called after her. She didn't reply.

Frustrated, I let out a groan. God, I need to get out of here. I need to see Gerard.

I don't know why I felt the desire to check on him, to make sure he's okay. To make sure I didn't scare him. To make sure he was still here.

It's funny; as much as I despise him and his smart-ass tendencies, I don't mind having him around as much as I like to think I do. He pisses me off. He annoys me. I get sick of him very quickly and easily, but for the time I get with him alone, I don't mind it. He's interesting company.

I spent a couple minutes counting the stripes on my bed sheet (forty-nine so far) before I was distracted by the sound of Ella and who I thought was Laurie talking. Ella sounded hesitant, and Laurie sounded firm. I waited until they finished talking before saying,

"Is that for me? Whoever it is, they can come in. I'm bored as shit in there."

I heard a quiet chuckle and Laurie say something smug to Ella as the curtain was thrown all the way open.

Laurie stood in front of me with a slightly smirking Gerard behind her. He waggled his fingers at me and I gave him a tight smile in return.

"Hey, Frankie-boy." Laurie said as she pulled a chair over to my bed. I glared at her. I fucking hate that nickname.

"Hey," I replied tightly.

Instead of Laurie sitting in the chair, Gerard stepped in front of her and sat down delicately. I frowned.

"Aren't you staying?" I asked Laurie. She shook her head.

"Nope. Gerard and you need your therapy time together, which includes bonding. Go on a walk. Talk to him. Do whatever the hell you need to do in order to bond."

I stared at her.

"You're just going to leave us here?" I asked as I turned over and planted my feet on the ground.

"Yep, knock yourselves out," Laurie said as she walked out of the room. "Nurse Annoying knows that you can leave if you want. Just come back here afterwards." I heard a door slam behind her.

Gerard had his hands clasped on his knee as he sat with his legs crossed. He looked dainty and delicate, almost doll-like with his white skin and pink cheeks. His thin lips were a light pink, and his eyelashes so dark that they looked inked on his face. He blinked at me with his evilly large eyes and I found myself sighing in response.

"So," I said as I stood up. Gerard did the same. "What now?"