Take Me Away (Frerard)

"Gerard, look at me." I ask with a soft sigh.

Gerard has been silently weeping in his chair for 10 minutes now. There wasn't much I could do, so I
begin to study his features. He has raven black hair that lands just above his shoulders. He has a pixie
nose, which is now red from crying and his eyes...oh his eyes. They were a beautiful hazel colour that
made my heart melt a little. Wait, did I really just say that? I mean, yes, he is beautiful, undoubtedly so,
but he's mentally ill. I can't fall in love with someone whose mentally ill.

"Stop staring." Gerard mumbles, meeting my gaze.

"I-I was not!" I lie but he doesn't seem fooled.

"I know that I'm sick, but I hate being stared at like that. I feel like I'm under a microscope, being
analysed." he scowls.

"No no! I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I wasn't...analysing you." I shake my head.

"Then what were you doing?" he asks skeptically.

"Well...I was staring at you because...you're beautiful." I blush and hang my head. No point lying to him.

"...I'm not beautiful." Gerard disagrees, "Far from it in fact."

"Don't say that Gerard." I plead, still not looking up. For once I find my beat up Converse to be
entertaining.

"I'm sick." he mumbles, "I'm sick and eventually will be forgotten, just like everyone else whose locked up
in this hell hole."

"I highly doubt that Gerard, you're in good hands." I sigh, finally looking up at him only to see him staring
at the clipboard again.

Gerard stares intensely at the page and softly rubs his fingers over the words, almost as though he's
trying to softly erase the writing; but it's still there, staring back at him is big bold letter.

"Alice-In-Wonderland Syndrome." he says barely audible.

"Such a beautiful name for such a tragic illness." I reply and he looks up at me startled, like he forgot that
I was in the room with him.

"How can something so tragic be so beautiful?" he asks me.

"It's almost perfect for you, though I hate that it's an illness." I state, "Your story is so tragic, and yet,
you're so beautiful. How can this be?" I counter.

"It shouldn't be." Gerard says firmly and turns away from me.

"Why do you hate it here so much?" I ask.

"Authority." he smirks and I almost laugh.

"A bit of a rebel are you?" I joke and Gerard laughs the most beautiful laugh. It sounded like bell chimes.

"I like it when you laugh." I smile and Gerard looks at me sheepishly.

Another knock on the door makes me groan in frustration.

"What?" I call out.

"Does Mr. Way want some lunch?" one of the nurses, I presume, ask.

"Gee?" I ask and he shakes his head signalling no, "Gerard doesn't want lunch."

"Alright, call if you need anything Mr. Iero." the nurse replies through the metal.

"Iero?" Gerard asks.

"My last name," I explain, "I'm not sure how she knew it, but that doesn't matter."

"Iero." he smiles to himself, "I like it."

"It's just a last name." I blush.

"But it's your last name." Gerard muses and then he covers his face with his hands.

"Gerard...do you know how long you've been here?" I ask hesitantly.

"Years." he answers quickly.

"Do you know if you're going to be released?"

"Released? From this hell? Probably not." he shrugs.

I watch him stare at me with intense eyes and I shiver from the cold I'm feeling fill around me.

"Cold?" Gerard asks calmly.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I push.

"Would you?" he laughs, "the only good part of this whole thing is the field outside."

"There's a field?" I cock my eyebrows.

"Of course there's a field." Gerard rolls his eyes.

Of course I didn't see a field on my way into the hospital, but I didn't dare tell him that.

"Where's the field?" I ask.

"Outside, around back. I like it there. Sometimes, the nurses let me and Bob out and we sit by the willow
tree with our lunches." he smiles remembering old memories.

"Someday, you should show me this field." I suggest.

"Maybe, if Bob wants me to invite you, he's a bit picky when it comes to who I can be friends with. But
that's just him looking out for me." Gerard rubs his eyes and looks down, "I may never be able to see that
field again."

"Why not?"

"They're going to put me down." he shivers.

"Put you down? Gerard, you're not an animal." I explain.

"Not to you. But to them, I'm just a psycho with no chance of getting better. A person with no hope. I just,
don't want to die yet. There's so much I haven't gotten to experience." he rambles.

"Like what?" I ask.

"I've never gotten to go to graduate high school, or have a sleepover at a friend's house, or cook my own
meals, or get into a fight, or fall in love." Gerard gushes and looks up at me, "what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"To go to high school? Have a group of friends? Fall in love?" he asks, widening his eyes.

"High school fucking sucks," I laugh, "I don't have a group of friends really, just me and two other guys. To
fall in love? Never been in love and probably never will be."

"But love's important!" Gerard protests.

"Love...will be the end of all of us." I disagree, "Love will tear us all limb from limb, feeding us to the fires
of hell. That's what love is, hell."

"I'm sorry." Gerard mumbles.

I stare into his innocent eyes and my breath hitches in my throat. There has to be something I can do for
him. Anything?

"What are you thinking Frankie?" he asks.

"Gerard...I'm going to get you out of here." I say and he shoots up out of his chair.

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