Mars || Frerard AU

The Confession Of An Apprehensive Boy

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"Well, Frank, I have good news and I have bad news."

"What's the bad news?"

"Your body's not responding to the treatment."

"What's the good news?"

"I have a feeling, that you're going to be alright."

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"So, Pete's having a small get-together this weekend-"

"-No, Mikey. I don't want to go to one of his 'get-togethers'." Gerard quoted with his hands. He knew it wasn't just a small get-together. It was a party.

It was loud, cramped, and smelly in the little apartment when a 'get-together' was being held.

With red solo cups filled with varieties of alcohol, and the intoxicated walking around like the living dead, Gerard knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go.

Mikey let out a huff, "But you had fun last time!" He pointed out.

"I don't think hiding out in a bathroom for four hours can be counted as fun, Mikey-"

"-But this one will be better, I promise! Ok how about this, if all you have planned for that night is sitting in the basement and drawing, then you're coming with me."

Gerard glanced at Mikey, contemplating his choices, then saying the word he would soon regret.

"Fine."

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"Gerard Way? Dr. Iero may see you now."

Gerard nodded at receptionist, before turning to Mikey in the chair next to him.

"Are you sure you'll be alright, while I'm gone?"

Mikey nodded, "Gerard, it's just an hour, go, stop stalling." Mikey made a 'shooing' gesture to Gerard, while putting in his headphones.

Gerard lightly scowled, before heading down the narrow hallway.

Dr. Iero's door was open when Gerard spotted it.

He could see Dr. Iero's face an uneasy pale, with blotchy eyes.

As Gerard neared the door, shushed voices soon were heard.

"-Is that all the doctor said? Unresponsive? Frank, we have to keep trying, I'm sure there are other treatments we could try-"

"-No dad, you don't understand I don't want to try anymore. I'm just going to take what comes my way."

"Frank that's insane-"

Gerard knocked on the door, the voices stopping.

Frank was the one that looked at Gerard first. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in the head lights.

Frank stood there for a second, probably realizing what Gerard had just heard.

Dr. Iero spoke up with a rough cough. "Gerard, this is Frank, my son."

Gerard knew who Frank was, even if he didn't take much appeal to him.

Gerard couldn't actually recall Frank's features after a few days. After cramming his brain with comic books he's read at least eighty times, and old horror films, he kind of just forgot.

Gerard nodded, "We've- Uh-met."

"Oh? Oh! Yeah last week, sorry about that."

Gerard just shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.

The scenario didn't really carry on much longer as Frank found himself to the door.

"We'll discuss this later." Dr. Iero whispered to Frank, before closing the door shut.

"So, shall we get started?"

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"So, Gerard I would like to try something."

Gerard looked at Dr. Iero, not really putting up the effort to ignore him.

He nodded, "Alright."

Dr. Iero smiled in return, "I want you to start carrying a recorder around. Just to catch some of your thoughts on tape."

Biting the inside of his lip, Gerard contemplated. He didn't want Dr. Iero hearing what goes around in Gerard's head. It would be an invasion.

"It's just for something you can look back on, I promise you will be the only one to be listening to these recordings."

Gerard twiddled his fingers, nodding his head slowly.

Fuck it

"Okay, I can do that."

Dr. Iero grinned, "Great!" Handing over a brand new recorder, and explaining how to use it (Which was pretty simple), he sent Gerard on his way.

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"-Yeah, so this Friday?"

"Yeah, I'll text you the address."

"Alright, see you dude."

"Bye Frank!"

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{Later that night}

"Frank- I think we should at least give it more time! We- Frank, we can't just give up!"

"What do you mean we? There has never been a we, dad! There's a been a me! Don't even try to act like you care, when you don't! You're just a liar, you- you're just full of shit!"

"Frank stop. You're being ridiculous, I care about you, I care about what has been happening. I'm trying the best I can, goddammit! Okay? I'm trying, so can you please just- just cut me some slack."

Frank stared at his father, his eyes feeling swollen, his headache pounding right through his head, and a constant ringing in his ears.

"I'm- I'm sorry, please just-"

Frank let the sob rack his body, pushing his gloved hands to his face.

Frank felt his fathers arms wrap around him, as he let himself self destruct.

"You're going to be okay, Frank. You're going to be alright."

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