Take Me Away (Frerard)

"Gerard?" I ask as I look around the small room made of metal.

The walls were completely metal, as were the floors and the ceiling. I doubted that anyone could break
out of this room if they tried, and I highly doubted that anyone would try. In the centre of the room there
was a small metal table, of course, and two metal chairs placed on either side of the table. Gerard looks
at his feet, mumbling to himself and that's when I noticed that his wrists were cuffed to the table. A chain
connected him with a cold metal grasp. This boy's supposed to be stable? This didn't seem like a stable
person. I look down at the clipboard in my hand and read the first page.

Name: Gerard Arthur Way

Age: 20

Parents: Donna and Donald Way

Sibling(s): Michael James Way

I suck in a sharp breath. Gerard was Mikey's older brother. How could I not have known? I look back
down at the paper and continue reading.

Placement Age: 15

Diagnostics: Hallucinations/Schizophrenia/Alice-In-Wonderland Syndrome.

Mental Stability: Stable

Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, and reading comics.

I look back up from the paper and feel my heart drop when I look at the back of Gerard's head.

"Gerard?" I call to him, and he turns around to face me.

I take a step forward, slowly, not wanting to startle him. He looks at me carefully, as though he's judging
me. Gerard cocks his head to the side when I take a second step.

"You can't walk faster?" he snaps at me.

"I didn't want to startle you," I apologize, "I'm sorry. My name is Frank," I add slowly.

"I'm not retarded." he growls angrily.

"Excuse me?" I ask annoyed, that's no way to talk to me.

"I said, 'I'm not retarded', do I need to spell it out for you?" he rolls his eyes and I stop in my tracks.

"You know what? I don't need to take this crap from a psycho caged up in this mental institute! You think I
want to be here? Do you? Because, let me tell you, I don't. I'm only here because I have to be here. So
shut up and leave me alone!" I snap, shooting him a glare just for good measures.

Gerard looks back at me with a blank expression, but then a smirk forms on his face.

"Please, Frank, take a seat." he says, motioning to the seat before him.

I step forward and slide into the chair, shivering a little when the cold metal touches my back.

"What's that?" Gerard asks, nodding to the clipboard in my hand.

"Nothing." I answer.

"Nothing..." Gerard mumbles, "I know, but he doesn't look like one..."

"I don't look like what?" I ask.

"Are you a doctor here?" he asks.

"No?" I question.

Gerard shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath, "I don't think he's lying..."

"Who are you talking to?" I ask and his head shoots up.

"You can't see him?" he asks.

"No." I shake my head.

"No one can see him...they think I'm hallucinating." Gerard whispers.

"What do you see?" I ask.

"Everything..." Gerard trails off, "It's strange that the butterflies have fled ever since you walked into the
room."

"Butterflies?" I ask.

"Yes. Bob told me that they were scared of you." he nods his head.

"Bob. Where's Bob?" I ask carefully.

"Behind me. He always stays behind me. Not much of a leader." Gerard chuckles but then pauses, "Shut
up, he is not!"

"What is Bob saying?" I push.

"Nothing! Leave me alone!" Gerard wails, waving his arms around him.

"Gerard! Look at me! You're hallucinating! There is nothing there!" I shout, grabbing hold of his wrists and
slamming them down on the table.

Gerard withers around in his chair trying to break free from my grasp but then finally gives up. He sits still
and tentatively looks up at me.

"You were just hallucinating." I promise in a clam voice.

"You are." Gerard counters.

"I am what?" I ask.

"A hallucination." he answers.

"I am not!" I exclaim, squinting at him. He has to be joking.

"It's the only explanation for why no one else can see Bob." he shrugs, turning his head to the side.

"I...I'm real." I mutter, patting my face.

"No." he says defiantly.

"Yes." I say, placing his hands on my face.

Gerard stares at me wide eyed, and shrieks, yanking his hands out of my grasp.

"Not real. Not real." he whispers frantically, shaking in his chair.

"Gerard, look at me." I plead, but he refuses to make eye contact.

"Not real." he shakes his head and covers his eyes.

"Please Gerard." I beg.

I watch as Gerard turns his head to the clipboard left on the table. He slowly reaches over and takes hold
of the paper.

"...Donna and Donald..." he whispers, and traces his fingers over the names.

"They're your parents Gerard." I inform delicately.

"No. They're dead..." Gerard mumbles, "Bob said so."

"Bob lied." I reply, "he's not real."

Gerard looks up at me wide eyed and sighs, "I can't tell what's real, and what's fake."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"The people I see...I never know..." he trails off.

"Tell me Gerard. You can trust me." I say.

"It's like I'm living two separate lives. The people I see...I can't tell if they're real or not. I can't tell if Bob is
real, or you're real. I just don't know!" he cries out.

I go to respond but a knock on the door startles me and I hop out of my chair. I open to door to see Mr.
Henderson standing before me.

"Lunch time." he informs.

"Hold on." I answer.

"No, lunch time is now. Don't want to be late." he says firmly.

"Shut up." I reply and I swiftly slam the metal door in his face.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, so here's a nice, long chapter to make you love me again! I do realize that I've changed the title of my story, I just feel like it goes with the plot much better than the original title. Sorry if it has confused you! Anyways, I hope you're all doing great, my gorgeous killjoys! I will update again soon.

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