50 Thoughts That Scare Me [Frerard]

The Start Of Something Scary - Chapter 2

"So, Mr.Iero, are you ready these tests?" The doctor, Dr. Ashton if I'm not mistaken, asked.

"How does one really know if they're ready to be poked with needles?" I looked into the male doctor's eyes.

"Good question, I don't have an answer. But shall we begin?" He slightly smiled, holding the needles and countless other material he needs to do his job. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe, I thought of more things that scare me and listed them in my mind.

1. I'm scared of the thought that people don't take time to realize what they have

2. I'm scared of the thought of swallowing a simple pill.

3. I'm scared of the thought of someone giving me pity

4. I'm scared of the thought that one day, someone will know exactly what I'm thinking.

"Okay, and that's it with today's tests. We'll go and get this tested." He gave my mother and I a warm smile. I wonder how he manages to smile so much, why is he so over positive? What is there to be positive about? You're running tests on a 15 year old's blood, how does that make you smile? I guess I must've been making a weird facial expression or something, because my mom sure did notice.

"Sometimes I wonder what's going through that extraordinary head of yours." She looked at me like I would burst from the seams.

"Just my thoughts. Some dark, some happy." I explained. That's what I tell everyone when they ask about my thoughts, no one really has the right to know, but me of course. No one shall ever know my thoughts, they're my thoughts and my thoughts only.

My mom chuckled at my over used answer. She really should have expected that. I slightly smiled at her, I took the time to study her face. She looks exhausted, of course that's my fault, I'm the one stuck battling cancer and she has to watch her kid to through it all. It must be tiring, really. I'm the one with the Leukemia and I'm not even that exhausted, but I can't really tell, I choose to ignore my condition, things happen for a reason I guess.

"You look exhausted." I mumbled to my mother. Her face fell slightly. Her mouth pulled into a straight line, almost making me regret pointing it out.

"Of course I am, I just want you to be okay." She whispered, tears filling those hazel eyes I inherited. Though my eyes are slightly more green than hazel.

"I'm sorry." I frowned at her. My mom smiled once again and ruffled the hair I, luckily, still had. "It's okay, it isn't your fault." I nodded my head at her. 

"Well, the results are in, it looks like you're doing pretty well. Keep that up and you could be cancer-free." Dr. Ashton said with a smile.I nodded again and mom and I walked out of the Cancer Treatment Center. 

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It's been 2 hours since I left the doctors. Now I was aimlessly walking around the park. I sighed and sat on a near by bench. I looked around at everyone. There was a little girl picking flowers for her dad who was over seas. Well, it's nice to know I can still have some faith in humanity. I looked in a different direction to see a teenager smoking a cigarette next to a 5 year old. I shook my head, I have nothing really against smoking but near a 5 year old? It's bad that you're asking for cancer by smoking it, but it's worse that you're forcing a 5 year old to breathe the nasty smoke in too. 

"I know, it's disgusting." A voice said from behind me. I quickly turned around, my heart beating faster than ever before. 

"What do you mean?" I asked with a small voice. 

"All of this." The black haired guy motioned with his hands. 

"This?" I rose an eyebrow at him. 

"Society. They're too busy, neck deep in things that aren't important. No one realizes the limited amount of time they have here. But they're wasting it." The guy took a seat next to me on the bench. 

"How did you know that? What I was thinking, I mean." I looked in his eyes. They were sort of identical to mine. 

"The way you look at everyone here. How you study everyone's actions." He explained like it was the simplest thing ever. 

"So, you can read my mind by how I look at things?" 

"No no no, of course I can't read minds. That would be abnormal. It was just something I picked up from the look you gave the man with the cigarette." He chuckled lightly. I nodded my head, I guess that made sense. 

"I'm Gerard." He stretched his arm out. I took his hand in for a handshake, "Frank." I said back. He slightly smiled, so far from what I can tell he's not over positive. That's a good thing. 

We sat there in silence for awhile. I looked over at Gerard. Why is he still here? Doesn't he think I'm a freak like everyone else? I just sat there near the complete stranger known as Gerard, not really knowing what to think....And that scared me, I'm always thinking, I always know what to think. But for once I didn't know what to think, and the cause of that was sitting right next to me. Gerard. Just another thing to add to the on-going list. 

1. I'm scared of the thought that people don't take time to realize what they have

2. I'm scared of the thought of swallowing a simple pill.

3. I'm scared of the thought of someone giving me pity

4. I'm scared of the thought that one day, someone will know exactly what I'm thinking.

5. I'm scared of the thought, that I don't know what to think. 

6.I'm scared of the thought of  people reading my mind off of how I act or look. (Just like Gerard)

"Well, uh I better get going." I mumbled. Gerard's head shot over to me quickly. He gave me a small not-so-enthused smile. "It was nice meeting you, Frank." His smile becoming bigger and more real. 

"It was erm, nice to meet you too?" It was meant to be a nice statement, but instead my awkwardness took over and I just sounded like I was asking him if it was nice meeting him. He chuckled while I waved, walking away from possibly a starting of a new fear. Gerard. 

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1. I'm scared of the thought that people don't take time to realize what they have

2. I'm scared of the thought of swallowing a simple pill.

3. I'm scared of the thought of someone giving me pity

4. I'm scared of the thought that one day, someone will know exactly what I'm thinking.

5. I'm scared of the thought, that I don't know what to think. 

6.I'm scared of the thought of  people reading my mind off of how I act or look. (Just like Gerard)