Who am I to you?

I scanned both their faces to make sure they were serious before nodding.

"Okay. You have one week, starting tomorrow. Until then, leave. I want to be alone." I closed my eyes, leaning back on my pillows. I heard shuffling feet and the door creak open. The door closed with a soft thud, and I let out a sigh of relief. Finally I was alone. I was free- until tomorrow. But they only had a week. It takes months for anyone to even begin to get through to me. They stood no chance. Gerard was no exception. I'd been watching him from afar for years. It was mere chance that when he actually pulled me into this mess I had a mere infatuation with him.

Another sigh escaped me as I stared up at the ceiling. I wonder what they're going to try to do... Hopefully nothing ridiculous. And like I said before, I swear to god that if they try to buy my affection I will beat them down then and there. I have no interest in affection being shown through money. Money was cold, and had no emotion. Money was nothing. I wanted love.

It was another hour before I finally closed my eyes, slowly drifting off into the gentle haze of sleep.

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I was woken the next morning by the sun, the rays coming through the slats of the blinds. I squinted at the light, scrunching my nose up. Pushing myself out of bed, I made my way over to the blinds, spinning the attached plastic stick until the room was suitably dimmed. There was no point in going back to sleep though, as my brief exercise had woken me further.

I sat down again on the bed, looking at my hands. I glanced at the dresser, curious as to what time it was.

8:30.

Huh. Early for me.

I stretched, cracking my knuckles, spine, and neck. When I was done I felt much more relaxed, and settled down on my bed. It was only now that I saw that there was actually a TV in my room. One of my preferred shows happened to be on: MythBusters. They were doing something involving a park toy, the one that the kids sit on that spins. They were trying to move it with bullets, or something. I hadn't seen this one, but was interrupted halfway through. A strong knock sounded at the door. I groaned, expecting it to be Gerard or Mikey. I had hoped for a little more time to myself. The door opened.

"Good morning, Mr. Iero."

It was a doctor. I could deal with that.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Um, fine?"

"Okay. Can you walk?"

I shot him an annoyed look. "How do you think I got the TV remote and fixed the blinds?"

He gave me an irritated glance back. Clearly he did not want to be dealing with me, either.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Do you think you will be hungry soon?"

"I don't know!" I snapped. He glared at me.

"There's no need to take that tone, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Am I bothering you? Because, I mean, it's not like I nearly died and just woke up from a coma or anything. Oh wait. I did." I spat.

"Enough of this foolishness, Mr. Iero."

"Don't you have someone else to hassle?" I muttered, crossing my arms unhappily.

"You're in the mental ward, you need special attention."

"Great. That's fucking great. I get special attention. Who knew being suicidal came with such perks?!" I snarled, throwing my hands up in the air. "Does it look like I want you 'special attention'?! Because I don't!"

"Calm down, sir..."

"I will not fucking calm down! The last thing I remember was a day I had that made me want to die! Do you fucking know what that feels like?! To be so hopeless that you want to slit your own throat?! DO YOU?!" I was screaming now, tears leaking down my face. "I DON'T THINK YOU FUCKING DO! NOW GET OUT!"

He was gone in three seconds.

I rubbed at my face, trying to slow the river of tears flowing down my face and choke back the sobs threatening to escape. Why couldn't Mikey have left me alone? Why didn't he let me die?

I cried quietly to myself, curled up in a ball. Everything swirled through my head, the flow getting disrupted by a loud rap on the door.

"Frankie!"

...Fuck.

Notes

Sorry it's a filler, but me needs to sleep again! Darn human needs! I'll get more to you by tomorrow night, if not during school then after. Hugs and gummybears!

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PS I have no idea if Frank likes MythBusters or not, but I do and the one I described is a real episode :3