I woke up,i was in a white room, "where am i" i whisper to myself. i closed my eyes and i had a flashback,i remembered everything happened yesterday,i actually killied my dad,and now he's burning in hell,i knew I'm not sane. "Miss Roberts" A man walked in. "who are you?" I'm your doctor Gerard Way. "is-is my dad dead?" i smirked. "no,actually he's at the hospital" "so he didn't die" "no he did not May" "why am i here?,what is this place?" "you've been placed in a sanatorium,till you get better May" "sanatorium? so I'm mad?" "mentally broken as i would like to say" "and you are??!" "your doctor i'll be helping you overcome your pain" "you don't look like a doctor" "why is that?" "the red hair is not doing his job" "oh,well,you'll be seeing my red hair for a year at least" "I'm going to be here for a whole fucking year?!" "it depends,if you made any progress we'll see" "what am i going to do now?" "let's start our first session,then i'll let them take you to your room" "well,okay" he helped me up and took my hand and walked me in the sanatorium hallway,i looked around,all of the people were staring at me. "here we are,you can sit over there" he smiled. "what are you going to do to me?" "tell me about yourself May" "like what?" "your favorite type of music,movies,activites...etc" "oh,well i like punk rock,my favorite bands are Green Day and Paramore,I'm in to horror movies and i love to draw and write stories" "sounds cool,well,tell me,what do you like to write about?" "i love writing love stories with massive amount of drama,and sometimes i write horror but i try to make it bloody as possible" "why do you like writing love stories?" "because,it's what every girl dreams,when your writing a love story and your describing the guy,your describing the guy you dream of" "tell me about your love experiences" "why do you want to know that?" "I'm getting to know you" "okay,i had a one boyfriend in my life it was two years ago" "tell me about him" "he's name was Mark,he had an awesome music taste and personality,we dated for a year but then.." "what happened?" "he died" "how?" "he had a car accident" "oh,that's bad" "i suppose" "how did you feel when you found out?" "i started cutting" "can i see your wrists?" "no" "come on" he smiled. i sighed then i reached out my hands to him. "that's a lot of scars,so you've been doing this to yourself for the past two years?" "yes" "want to see something?" "okay" he reached out his hands and rolled up his sleeves. "are those scars?" "yes as you see i was a depressed kid like you" "they never healed?" "this one which you can still see was extremly deep,and i might have died that day" "why?" "my grandmother Helena died,she was the closest person to me,she taught me how to draw and sing" "wow,so you did it for a reason" "yeah,but you know how did i stop?" "how?" "i said fuck you life and left my head up,i didn't need to cut whenever i felt bad,whenever i felt bad about myself i would sit down,and draw" "it's like your way out of hell?" "exactly!,so my point is,find something you love to do,something that makes you feel better and do it" "i'll take that" i smiled. "well,our time is up,I'm glad we had that conversation,i'll see you tomorrow" "but that's it?,your not gonna give me drugs?or anything?" "no,you see i like you,and i think you dont need anything now" "okay" "your a wonderful young lady,i have to admit,we share a lot" "really?" "of course,and when i see you tomorrow i'll tell you all about myself" "fine" "walk me out?" "okay Mr Way" "you can call me Gerard" "kay Gerard can i ask you a question?" "of course" "am i mad?" "your not mad May,your just angry" he walked away and waved at me.

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