Demented

We're Losing It

Frank wanted to go to his room and talk to Gerard. Gerard was being distant and more off centered than usual. Their relationship was in the gutters at this point.

Frank got punched, they were always screaming at each other, and Gerard's past drug use, infidelity, and stealing striked a gear in Frank.

Gerard struggled away from fixing the holes in their relationship. He just wanted to cover the holes with patches and move on. Frank actually wanted to mend them.

Frank was figuring out all the ways Gerard had been manipulating him. Gerard was a genius. You had to admire it, honestly. The ways he tricked, confuse, and played the sympathy card was marvelous. Similar to Hitler (not to say Hitler was a sociopath), he had that control that amazed you. It was brainwash, unobserved pressure, and charisma.

Frank entered his room. "Hi, Gee," he said with no hint of happiness, yet no hint of being mad.

"Hello, Frank," responded Gerard, angry toned. He was sitting on his own bed, drawing.

"What'd I do now?"

"You exist!" Gerard snapped.

"Fuck off!"

"You already expect me to fuck off with anyone anyway!"

Frank grunted. "I cannot deal with you."

"I can't deal with suicidal crybabies."

AAHH!

Frank wanted to bash his face in. "Shut your whore mouth."

"Or what? You gonna have to wait ten days to build up the courage to tell on me?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

AAHH!

"Why did you even come in here?"

"To rebuild our crumbling relationship! The one you seemingly don't care about. Just like your other relationships."

"Don't you ever dare say that," Gerard demanded, sharply. "Don't ever say I don't care about this relationship. Because I put my heart and soul into it."

"You don't have a heart! You don't have a soul!"

"You don't have a knife to kill yourself. You don't have a rope," Gerard said, smiling.

"You're evil and callous."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"You don't know that I cried myself to sleep last night over you!"

"Does it look like I care?"

STATIC

Frank sighed, sitting down on the other end of Gerard's bed. "I don't know why I keep trying."

"Same honestly."

"What have you been trying?" Frank laughed, unconvinced.

"I keep trying to tell you that I do love you. Even though you already believe no one loves you and there's the fact that I've lost your trust."

"Then show me you love me."

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Gerard looked confused.

"No. I want you to treat me like you love me."

"Oh! Like I used to?"

"Yes."

"That's what I tried to do before, you stupid motherfucker!"

"You also just wanted me to forget everything you've ever done!" Frank threw his arms in the air.

AAHH!