I actually managed to get a decent amount of sleep last night. I dreamt of me and Frank smiling and laughing like we didn't have a care in the world. We both woke up and took turns showering, then headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. Today it's french toast and bacon. I really wish I could make Frank proud of me for eating, but I just can't do it. From what I've heard, french toast and bacon is high in fat. I know Lindsey wouldn't want me to eat any of this. Hopefully at lunch they'll serve something healthier. If so, maybe I'll eat a little bit. I am fucking starving, and the only way I can shut up my growling stomach is if I put some food in it.
"The french toast isn't that bad. You should try some," Frank said. As I stared at my food, an attendee came up to me and Frank. I read what was on his nametag. His name was Joshua.
"Gerard, can I talk to you in private?" he asked. Ugh. I'd rather not, but I'm not feeling up to causing any problems at the moment. I'm that lazy right now. I turned to Frank, silently telling him I'll be right back. I walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall with Joshua, wondering what the hell this guy could possibly want this early in the morning. I just wanna go back to the cafeteria and be with Frank, damn it. Whatever this guy wants, it better be quick.
"So, we had a discussion with the dietician. You haven't eaten much since you've been here. If this continues...we'll have no choice but to force-feed you Ensure," the attendee warned. That was when my eyes went wide. When did I ever consent to someone force-feeding me? I want to review over my rights. There's no way they can do this to me! I refuse! "So if I were you, I would start eating. This is your last warning,"
Fuck you. I'm not gonna let you force-feed me. If I don't wanna eat, then I don't wanna eat. I shouldn't eat anyway. Have you seen how much I weigh?
After Joshua was finished giving me the force-feeding warning, I returned to the cafeteria, where Frank was waiting for me. I sighed deeply, going back to staring at the food I so badly don't wanna eat.
"What did he have to say?" Frank asked. I told him about what Joshua had to say to me, and that made Frank's jaw hit the floor.
"What? That's crazy! You really should eat. I don't wanna see that happen to you,"
I'm really sorry, Frank. I really wish I could eat. I can't, though. If I eat, I'll slip up and end up eating too much...
I sighed deeply, putting my face into my hands, wishing I could disappear. It's not fair. All I wanna do is be skinny. I'll be fucked if I eat a morsel of food. My stomach is screaming at me, begging me to feed it something. Beside me, Frank put a supporting hand on my back, rubbing it. If only starving yourself weren't this hard...
_ _ _
After a few group meetings, visiting hours came by. I sat in the day room, watching some cartoon as I waited for my brother to arrive. I wonder if he was gonna come see me today. I have a good feeling that he will. I don't know where Frank went; he said he had to get ready for his dad to stop by. I really hope he does. It's really heartbreaking to see no visitors come to see Frank. He deserves someone besides me in his life that gives a shit about him.
I turned around and found Mikey walking towards me. He smiled and waved at me, holding a grocery bag full of stuff.
"Hey, Gee. I brought you some more clothes and a notebook," he said, pulling out the notebook and handing it to me. I looked at it, then back to Mikey. Since Mikey doesn't know sign language, he had to buy a notebook for me so that I could communicate with him. What was I gonna say to him? I'm still mad at him for saving me and making me go to this hell hole, but I know I can't hold a grudge against him forever. He's my brother, and I love him. Me and Mikey went into the cafeteria and sat down at one of the tables. Mikey grabbed a pen out of his coat pocket and handed it to me.
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Fantastic Bastards In Monroeville (Frerard)
FanfictionAfter a failed suicide attempt, Gerard Way gets admitted to Monroeville Psychiatric Hospital, where he's to be treated for his depression and suicidal thoughts, amongst other things. In the hospital, he meets Frank Iero, a man with a sick mind, but...