Fantastic Bastards In Monroeville (Frerard)

Four

I can't tell you how many interesting stories I've heard at therapy so far. Jimmy believes he's the antichrist, while Pete and Patrick (the guys that were eating soup together in the dining room when I first got into this nuthouse) both believe that they were abducted by aliens. I swear, I've been trying my damndest throughout the whole session to keep myself from pissing myself out of laughter. I've already received too many dirty looks because of it, especially by Dr. Haycraft, but I could care less. The only person I won't laugh hearing from is Frank. I'm curious to hear what he has to say, no matter how ludicrous it might be. He's next to talk.

"I'm Frank Iero," he smiled warmly, starting off. "On a scale of one to ten...I'm a ten!"

"Oh, that's great!" Dr. Haycraft chimed in. "Can you tell us why you're in such a good mood?"

"Well...I have a new roommate, and his name is Gerard!" Frank exclaimed, pointing right to me next to his seat, making me blush a bit. "He's so nice to me! He's such a good friend. Now that I'm out of my old room, Gerard will protect me, and I won't be dealing with any spiders no more!"

"That's good to hear, Frank," Dr. Haycraft nodded, writing down some notes, probably about Frank's delusions of the spiders. "So you haven't been seeing any spiders since you left your old room, hmmm?"

"Nope. Not one. Isn't that great? I know my daddy would be happy to hear that there aren't any more of them," Frank turned to me, still smiling widely. "Plus I'm positive he'd be happy to hear that I made a new friend. Right, Gerard?"

Before I could even nod, someone suddenly bursted out into laughter, like they just heard the best joke ever cracked. All heads turned to find that it's Bob, his face red and scrunched up from laughing so much. I glared at him, knowing that he could only be up to no good, being the jerk he can be.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked, his happy bubble already popped.

"Frank...your dad wouldn't be happy for you at all. We all know he doesn't give a rat's ass about you," Bob sneered. "So cut the crap, Freaky Frank. Even your own mom thinks you're nuts,"

The whole room went deathly quiet after Bob spoke. Right next to him, Ray gasped, floored by what he just heard come out of his friend's mouth. Dr. Haycraft's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. As for me, I'm now fuming with anger. How dare he say that to Frank--

"No, you're a liar!" Frank hissed, his gaze ice cold. "My daddy loves me! I talk to him every day!"

"How so?" Bob asked mockingly.

"The chip in my head!" Frank pointed to the side of his head, in the same exact spot where I found the scar. "Before mom sent me here, daddy implanted a chip into my head so that I can communicate with him! The reason why I haven't been able to see him at all is because he's busy at work all the time. When he finally gets time off, he'll pick me up and get me the hell outta here, and we'll live together!"

"Yeah, right...freak!" Bob laughed. "God, you're so delusional. No wonder your mom dumped you here! We all know the truth about your dad. He didn't love you, Frank. He hated your guts. He beat you up so bad he put your ass in a coma, and--"

"Bob, that's enough!" Dr. Haycraft yelled, her voice venomous. It was already too late, though. The damage had already been done; Frank was already weeping into his hands, his sobs similar to that of an upset baby. I growled at Bob, already feeling my whole body shaking with rage. I've never been one to start fights, but god, do I wanna punch him right in the face...

"You're a liar, Bob! You're a fucking liar!" Frank stood up from his seat, storming out of the room and down the hall, his cries loud and booming, echoing in my head.