They Were Wrong

They Were Wrong

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Aille Fayre Mathers. That's who she was before. Before her parents marked her as crazy and sent her off to the farthest mental hospital when she was nine. No visits, no letters, no love. She was alone. The only "friends" she had were the doctors and nurses who wanted nothing to do with her. But then he came. Micah. Aille Fayre couldn't help it, she loved the boy that would never love her. I mean, who wants to love an insane girl in a dirty, old hospital gown?
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Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

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