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A long time had passed by of Frank and I talking before we heard three different sets of footsteps walking in this direction, a familiar voice within the mix but the other unknown, the third person not saying any words in the conversation the first two were having but instead whistling a tune that seemed all too familiar. The third person was Ryan and Frank immediately reacted to the sound of Ryan's whistling, whistling back and jumping up onto his feet, "Finally! I ran out of roll ups four hours ago and I've been suffering ever since."
The three of them finally reached our cells, Brendon looking in with a huge grin as the unknown man starts to unlock the cell, pushing the door open for me as soon as he finished before moving onto opening up Frank's door. As soon as both Frank and I were standing out of the rooms and staring at each other, I glared at him, "Yeah, you've been waiting for a roll up for the last four hours, try waiting since before they electrocute you. It's even more of a wait."
Frank puts a hand to his heart and mockingly gasped with wide eyes, "Holy shit that is a long time man! Why didn't you have a roll up or two whilst you were in there?" Frank asks with a smirk, already knowing my answer to his ridiculous question and I cave in, a huge smile appearing before I fall into his embrace, "Fucking asshole," I mumble as I wrap my arms around him to squeeze onto him tightly, "not even bothering to share with me, what kind of friend are you?"
We pull away from each other when we hear a cough, looking up at Brendon, Ryan and the unknown male. Brendon had a smirk on his face at the sight of his embarrassed friends who had just shown some signs of homosexuality in front of someone that may just be an official. I look at Ryan to see he wasn't even paying us any attention but instead he was paying all of his attention to Brendon, playing with his fingers and swinging their hands together, "Guys, this is Michael Walters, the guy that's gonna decide whether or not Gerard is sane enough to stand trial."
"Who would sign two months of their life away to spend their time in here? Clearly you wasn't told on just how horrific it was in this place." Michael sends a forced smile to Frank when he spoke those words, the smile probably being the closest thing we would ever get to Michael admitting that what he had agreed to wasting himself away, before Michael turns to me with the same forced smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Way. As your friend so kindly pointed out, I will be spending the next two months here with you as a sort of therapist for you, to consider the possibility that you-"
"Are sane enough to stand for trial, yes I know-"
"Or whether you're not sane enough to stand tri-"
"I know what's happening, can we skip the foreplay and get to the talking? I had a rough first day and I've already started my second day in solitary. I've had homophobic comments and I've been knocked out twice. Electrotherapy wasn't exactly a walk in the park, I will give you that one. Please, can we just go through with this therapy session so I can go about the rest of my day in this hell- hole without being harassed by any superiors in this fucking place."
Michael sends me a smile and nods, turning around and walks away without even saying for me to follow behind. Frank gives me a gentle shove in the direction Michael was heading and he follows behind me. As soon as we catch up with the man, he takes a sideways glance at us and how close we were and coughs, as if to clear his throat, "I didn't come here yesterday for a multitude of reasons, they told me you hadn't been conscious for most of the day and I wanted you to settle in nicely before I came and disrupted you."
I shake my head with amusement, I wonder why I wasn't conscious for most of the day, "I also had other business to attend to." I look up at him, raising an eyebrow at the way he had phrased his sentencing but he didn't seem to take it in a way that made him seem like a dick, "So another patient is more important than the kid who only has two months to either rot in here or die a few days later? I guess that seems fair to me."
Michael shakes his head slowly, a smile forming, "I wasn't talking to another one of my patients, they had all been transferred over to another therapist for the two month period that I am in here with you, deciding your sanity or not." Michael had this look on his face, a look that was practically daring me to ask him what he was doing yesterday and where he had went instead of coming here to talk to me, so I did. I sigh in defeat and drop my gaze to the ground, "Where were you instead of here?"
"To talk to young Michael. I wanted to know what his opinion on you and your sanity." I glare at him, already hating the guy. I look back at Frank and Brendon- not seeing any point in looking at Ryan because he was clearly not even paying anyone attention unless they were Brendon. Frank sees that this was a touchy subject for me, so he takes larger steps to start walking with Brendon and Ryan, throwing an arm around Ryan to speed them up and to make a conversation to distract them from whatever it was that was going to be said between Michael and I.
As soon as I was assured that the three of them weren't able to hear what was said between us, "What was said? Tell me everything."I hissed, probably sounding as if I was two steps away from throwing a fit and hurting someone- most probably Michael- but he didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that I was slightly psychotic, he just smiles at me, "Mr. Way, I hope you realise that you have absolutely no right to demand me to tell you what was said between me and Michael. You don't have a right to think you can act in a threatening manor because I had mentioned your younger brother. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and I will tell you what happened,"
I stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to continue. Michael waited for us to arrive to the day room and at a secluded area so no one would be able to hear our conversation, "Michael regrets what he had done. He said he wasn't thinking properly about what he was doing so he didn't stop to think about if it could've been you or not. He asked me about how he could go about retracting the forms to admitting you into here, that he didn't think you belonged in this place anymore than he does." I perk up, knowing that this was my only way out of this place, that if Mikey took back the forms and broke the contract, I was free and I was out of this place.
"That's fucking great! How long will that take? Do I have to do anything to help him or do I just have to wait a few days?" Michael gives me a smile, this time it not a sarcastic one and not one that made made me feel as if he had the upper hand. He was giving me a sympathetic smile, "Gerard... You have got to understand that you can't take back consent forms like that. There isn't a way for you to get out of here unless I declared you sane, I'm sorry."
