"Gerard, are you alright?"
I really wasn't. I was lying in bed. The dreams had come back, and I shook my head and started crying. I had a razor in my hand and I was bleeding, but where my mom was standing, she couldn't see from the door.
"Oh Gerard, do you need to go back?"
I didn't answer her and that was a mistake because she walked forward and saw my cuts, where she gasped and yelled and did all these things. I couldn't tell you what she did because if I remembered, I would've had a good memory then and would've been conscious and mentally stable at that moment, and that certainly wasn't the case. Long story short, I ended up in the hospital, just because of those God damn dreams. The dreams of Him.
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I closed my journal and shivered, wiping away tears. It had been eight days since I had last seen Frank, and my mental state had crumbled by now. The flashbacks and the dreams intensified to the hospitalization level, and I really did not want to go back. God, when I was there, they shoved shit down my throat called food, and shoved drugs down my throat and called it prozac. It was ridiculous. These people there thought they knew everything about recovery, when they didn't know shit. I found more help in a two year old then those dumbass doctors, who have no experience with depression because if they did they'd be dead or would've dropped out of school and not have a PhD. Lets be real, people like me don't go places, and those therapists, did. At least they have a salary to feed their family, anyway.
They think I'm looking for people that'll understand my problems, they think I just need help to get out of this depression. They're right. But they're wrong because they think they're the God damn super heroes and come in to save the fucking day, waving their PhD as if that'd cure me. congratu-fucking-lations, you completed eight years of school, I don't fucking care, I just need someone who understands what I'm going through, and clearly, none of you don't.
I swear I almost said that, but the carvings on the wall I felt said otherwise. They told me to fake it and get out. And I did. Every single time. They couldn't help me. Unless they could bring back my sight, but lets face it, they can't. No one can. I'm hopeless.
One time I was there and I met some kid that said he was blind. We talked and from the moment he spoke I hated him. The very first thing he said to me was "It'll get better.." I almost socked him right in the damn face. Like what a crock of shit. Of course he got out that day, he didn't care about me, he wanted to get out, just like everyone else stuck in the hospital. No one fucking helps at the hospital, they just want to get you outta there, and you just want to do the same in return. They're just phony's that pretend they care, and God I hate it.
I was so busy complaining about the hospital in my head I didn't even notice Frank enter. I felt pretty dumb, because I usually notice everything. This left vulnerability. He asked if I was okay. I spun around and smiled at him, a very fake smile. "Oh, I'm just dandy." I sounded like a dick but I really didn't care. He had left me alone for EIGHT days. Eight!
"Whats the matter?" He sat by me and I just snorted.
"Why didn't you come back?"
"Because, I had stuff to do."
"Like?"
"My mom grounded me."
I should have known he was lying, but I didn't pick up on it and just nodded. "Kay."
He moved closer and took my hand, causing my body to drain itself completely of anger. It was like, he just pulled open a block in a drain and just let the boiling water drain out. I felt really good again. I smiled and looked at him. "Sorry for getting mad, I was just in a bad mood."
"It's alright Gee." He kissed my cheek and I just blushed.
"I have something for you." Frank took my hand and put on a bracelet. "So you can always remember me. It's brown, just like your lovely eyes." I smiled and felt the rope texture, I wondered if he made it himself.
I leaned forward and we kissed, but this time Frank took the kiss extremely far and pushed me to the floor and made out with me with so much overwhelming passion it was so fucking sexy. We both were turned on, but neither one of us minded. We just enjoyed the feeling of each others lips and tongue and it was really nice. Like real nice, like one of those moments you can never put into words, its just that good.
I had no idea how long I would have to go without his lips. I really had no idea.

It was eight O' Clock in the next morning when I got the phone call from Frank's mother.
"Gerard, Franks gone missing."

Notes

Short chapter is short, but very important to the development of the story, I think. I decided to keep it short. Sorry it was so long to update, thank you all for the constant wishes to update, I wouldn't have updated without all you lovelies support <3 I love you all so much, thank you!! I'll start updating this at least weekly, hopefully more, no more months of waiting! Promise!
~Wolfyz