This is like, a small exerpt or like a small preview for a future Frerard fic that I'll probably never publish.
So here ya'll go ^^
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"Could you explain to me what the static does?" Dr. Wentz asked, his paper and pencil ready, his attention drawn to me. His heavily eyelined eyes glaring at me, his bottom lip drawn inside his mouth to slightly chew.
I glanced up at the word 'static', knowing that he was the only other living being that knew about the static. It droned out everything, made me drop every other event and just focus on what was behind the static.
I blinked. "Say that again?"
"Could you explain to me what the static does to you, Gerard?" He asked, in a much more stricter tone. No longer did he chew on his lip, but now had started to pick at his nails and the skin around it.
My bounded arms now seemed more interesting to me, rather than Dr. Wentz himself. "I don't know. Its like- like it makes me stop whatever I'm gonna do, whatever I'm planning to do. I really don't know what I do when the static comes."
He wrote it down in his notes. "And... are they triggered by anything at all? Like... let's say that you see a chair, then the static comes. Do you think that there's anything that triggers it?"
"No. It'll come at random times, sometimes when I'm talking to you, sometimes when the doctors come in to give me my shots. Just, anytime, really." That was the one thing that I could recall, the only thing, really. There is no special trigger, it'll come and go.
He nodded slowly, jotting everything down before turning back to me. "Okay... 'Kay, so I'll send you back to your room- thank you, Gerard."
He eyed me as I was dragged out of his office.
