After breakfast, I ran back up the stairs and to the room he’d let me spend the night in. I opened my huge bag, picked out an outfit to wear, changed quickly smeared on some eyeliner and then sat on the bed and tried to think. I couldn’t get attached to this guy, no, that would be the least helpful thing I could possibly, possibly do. Sure he’d been nice, and yes, he was pretty cute too, but I still couldn’t stick around. If he ever found out about my medical history… I couldn’t think about it. I wasn’t entirely sure why I’d gotten so attached to him so quickly; I just knew that I kinda… had. Maybe it was just because he’d been so nice to me – people don’t do that very often. Or maybe, maybe I was because he’d treated me like a normal person instead of a kid. Ever since I’d been referred to mental hospital, nobody had talked to me like a normal person. Not even Momma and Dad, they talked to me like I was dumb too. But this Frank, he’d treated me like I was just like everybody else. The idea made me smile, until of course reality had to come and kill everything. He’s treating you normal because he thinks you ARE normal, dumbass. the minute he finds out you’re a mental patient, you really think he’s gonna treat you the same way? Nope, he’s gonna kick you out and never speak to you again. Or he’ll bully you, of course. Might as well just give up and walk out now, before he finds out. I sighed, got up, and slipped out of the room, only to run straight into Frank before I could leave the house. And knock him over in the process. Damn his shortness. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I leant down and grabbed his arm to help him up. He laughed and straightened up. “It’s cool, dude. Where you going so fast, anyway?” I shrugged awkwardly, what was I supposed to say? [i] Sorry dude, I’m down as insane and you’d kick me out anyway, so I’m out [/i]. Probably not the best idea in the world. “Well, uhm, I need to be going, you know?” He did that raised-eyebrow thing again. He seemed to like that expression. “Going where?” Normally, I would have told him not to be so nosy, but he looked genuinely concerned about me, so I just shrugged and said, “Just… going.” Wow, didn’t that sound pathetic? He caught hold of my arm as I tried to walk past him, and said, “You know, if you need a place to stay…” he frowned. “I still don’t know your name.” I laughed. “Really, I didn’t tell you?” He shook his head. “Well, it’s Gerard,” I grinned. He nodded. “Okay Gerard, as I was saying, if you need a place to stay while you get yourself sorted out, you can stick here a while. I don’t mind.” He gave me a small, almost shy smile, and looked up at me. Goddamn, he needs to stop with the cute expressions! It’s not helping. “Oh, well I- Thanks, Frank, but I can’t do that. I have to, um… look after myself, you know?” Smooth, Gerard, very smooth. He rolled his eyes. “Tell me something, Gerard. Where are you gonna go?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t know, to be honest, I just couldn’t stay here and risk this awesome person finding out that I’m clinically insane. Even if I’m not really mad, who is he going to believe? Me, the ‘crazy’ person, or a bunch of qualified morons? I stared at the ground, trying to figure out what to say to Frank. He shook his head and pushed me back into the spare room. “Gerard, come on, what’s wrong? Obviously there’s something up.” I kept my eyes trained on my lap, still silent. He sighed heavily. “Please, Gerard, tell me what’s wrong with you.” I couldn’t take it anymore; I burst into tears like a little kid. I was disgusted at myself, but at the same time I couldn’t stop the tears. I cried in loud, ugly sobs that shook my whole frame. I still kept my face down, refusing to look at him, but I felt his arm slip around my shoulders, and before I knew it, I had my face pressed against his shoulder, and I cried into him, letting go of everything I’d been holding in.

Notes

Awwww. Emotional chapter :( I can foresee this being a very angsty story, I hope you guys like drama!!