Tears began to build up in the corners of Frank's eyes. He knew he loved Gerard; how could he deny it. Ever since they were children Frank was falling for the boy. It especially hurt Frank that Gerard currently didn't remember shit about him or himself. Like Mikey said, Gerard had little memory of his life before he came to the institution. All he had were those gloves. As soon as Frank saw those gloves he knew who they belonged to, he just wanted to deny it. He wanted to deny the fact that the Gerard he knew and loved was here. He wanted to deny that the love of his life has been living a life so unstable and shattered that he ended up in this situation. Frank wanted to deny the fact that Gerard might even be more broken than he is. This thought disturbed Frank to no end. He didn't want someone he loved to have a worse life than he does.

Frank's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard a familiar voice boom through the room.

"FRANK! WAKE UP! WAKE UP FRANK, YOU NEED TO WAKE THE HELL UP!"

Mikey's voice felt like a sonic boom as the walls vibrated and began to melt, warping the natty blue to a grotesque brown mix. Frank began to hyperventilate as the environment around him shifted into a distorted nightmare palate of color.

"NO NO NO I DON'T WANT TO GO YET! PLEASE DON'T LET ME GO BACK YET, PLEASE!! I'M NOT READY YET I WANT TO STAY A LITTLE LONGER; JUST LET ME STAY PLEASE!!!"

Frank was screaming as if his life depended on it, and it sure as hell felt like it did, too. He didn't want to leave yet he was happy here. He wanted to stay in this memory forever and not have to face the consequences of going back to reality. Frank didn't want this, he wanted to watch him and Gerard be happy. He just wanted to feel happiness again and this was the closest he was going to get to it. Frank kept pleading to thin air as he gasped for breaths that just barely made it to his lungs. Pleading and begging like a child is all Frank could do. He was hysterical as everything around him contorted into horrid creatures and gruesome colors that made him want to vomit.
He couldn't breathe at all; his vision soon became tunneled as darkness began to creep along the sides of his eyes like a ganon of leeches. He felt as if he was about to implode. Frank's stomach tightened as extreme pain coursed through his body. Everything hurt. Even though this feat was happening within a few seconds it felt as if it's been hours upon hours Frank was being defeated by this writhing pain.

"JUST OPEN YOUR EYES, FRANK!"

Before he could let out another excruciating yelp, he finally shot open his eyes.
His gaze was met with an obviously distressed and worried Mikey. Frank was convulsing in a puddle of his own sweat and tears while screaming; how could you not have been worried for the poor boy. Frank stood up from the couch trying to steady his breath but failing miserably.

"Hey, it's okay Frank. You must have went into shock due to the abruptness of the memory ending. Unlike Gerard's, your's ended bluntly due to the fact you only absorbed a small amount of the memory causing it to end in rather..well..rough manner."

Mikey was being as gentle as he could due to the anxious state Frank was currently in. Frank was scared so acting as nonchalant as possible would be basically the most fucked up thing Mikey could do right now.

"The only way you would've gotten out would have been to open your eyes. I'm sorry if I scared you Frank, I really am."

Frank could sense the obvious sincerity in Mikey's voice but he couldn't help but feel anger for what he did. Mikey ripped him out of the only source of happiness he could find and he was pretty fucking pissed about it. Why couldn't Mikey just let him stay there forever. Why couldn't Frank just be happy and why wouldn't anyone just let him be happy. Frank knew what he was thinking was wrong but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to be selfish for once and finally feel enjoyment himself for the first time in years. Before Frank knew it his face and ears were a firey red and his knuckles were white from his forming fists. He wanted to hit the now confused Mikey so, so badly. He just need to release all this pent up anger and Mikey, at the moment, was the only target at hand. Soon enough a tattooed fist struck through the air.

Frank punched Mikey square in the jaw. His other soon followed knocking Mikey right in his nose. Loud crack vibrated the room as Mikey stumbled backwards since he was caught so off guard. Frank's fists were covered in blood and before he knew it he went airborne. Frank went flying into the wall behind the couch also causing the couch to fall backwards in the making. Mikey walked over to Frank and crouched next to him.

Frank moaned due to the pain that was stinging up and down his back. He had all the wind knock straight out of his lungs and had to breathe in slowly to pace himself. Mikey abruptly turned Frank's chin so he was looking Mikey directly in his eyes. This made Frank extremely uncomfortable since eye contact basically scared the living shit out of him on a day to day basis. He felt so vulnerable having to look people in the eyes and Mikey was no exception.

"I'm sorry," Mikey began. "I didn't mean to throw you that hard. I want you to understand that the memory you just experienced was going to end. You couldn't have stayed even if you absorbed the whole thing. Gerard can't stay in his memories and nor can't you."

Frank suddenly felt a pang of energy to speak. He didn't care about what Mikey said even though it was 100% true. He didn't want to listen no matter how true it was. Frank was sobbing as he began to yell.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME OUT OF IT, MIKEY! I WAS HAPPY, I JUST WANTED HAPPINESS AND YOU FUCKING TOOK THAT FROM ME! WHY DID YOU-"

"Listen Frank, I didn't take you out of that damn memory, okay. It was going to end either way; you're lucky I was here to fucking stop you from nearly killing yourself when it did. And the memory wasn't yours to begin with in the first place. These memories belong to my brother's and if he can't stay in them than you sure as hell shouldn't be able to either. Stop being so damn selfish and realize that we are doing this for Gerard. He needs to regain his memory and this is the only way he will be able to. So Frank, I advise for you to suck it the fuck up and stop being such a brat. Just please stop being so stubborn, and do this for my brother, please."

Mikey rapidly spoke but not above a whisper. He didn't need to shout for his words to take full effect. They already had a sting of their own and wouldn't need support in delivering his message.

Even though this may have seemed a tad harsh, Mikey had to say it to make Frank realize that this is for Gerard and bitching around because of a memory wasn't going to help anyone. Frank knew what Mikey said was true and he suddenly felt extremely guilty for lashing out at him and Mikey felt sorry, too.

"I'm sorry for being so blunt about it, Frank. I was just mad at you for being so selfish."

Frank began to sob in Mikey's arms knowing that he indeed was being extremely difficult but he just wanted everything to disappear. All the problems, all the pills, all the pain just to not exist even if it's just for a moment. He needed an escape. He needed Gerard. Frank needed Gerard and Gerard needed him. He was going to help Gerard get his memory back and fix this mess. Mikey and Frank were going to fix this together and help Gerard. He still felt bad for hitting Mikey like that since he didn't deserve it at all.

"I'm sorry, Mikey."

Mikey just smiled and hugged Frank closer as his sobs soon dissipated into soft whimpers. Frank was going to fix this for Gerard one memory at a time.

Notes

mkay it's really shitty and frank clobbered the slogan outta mikey

-xo fangoria