I Don't Love You

I was staring out the window, in thought. I had woken up that morning to find out that Frank had left and gone to school, I was kinda sad but then I remembered that he had spent the last three days with me on minimum sleep. I sighed and looked around my room, there was nothing just bare white walls with a wooden door. Since I was still on suicide watch, I was checked on at least every 20 minutes. They still had not restrained my hands from yesterday.

I watched the door slowly open and watched as Dr. Sullivan came in. he checked my clipboard handing on the end of my bed and nodded to himself. He looked up and smiled soflty.

“Gerard, you’re doing great. But, we can’t release you until at least next week at the minimum.” He told me.

I looked at him with a look of horror. I hated it here because of all the needles. “B-but, what about school?” I asked. He chuckled.

“Frank and Mr. Wentz are getting all of your missed work together so that you won’t fall behind.” He paused for a moment and looked outside the door. “Speaking of which, you’re going to be meeting your new psychiatrist today.” He motioned foor someone to come into the room.

The first thing I noticed was that the guy was so familiar. He was wearing tight grey-slate colored jeans, a red sweater, thick rimmed black glasses, and on top of his strawberry blonde hair was a fedora that was slightly crocked. He had an easy going smile that made his greenish blue eyes light up. I knew who he was.

It was Patrick Stump.

Pete Wentz’s boyfriend. Pete is so going to be jealous. I laughed quietly at that thought. They both stared at me with a look of confusion, I just shrugged.

“Well, um I’m just going to leave you two alone.” And with that Dr. Sullivan and Patrick came in and sat down in the chair that Frank usually sits in.

“So, you are the infamous Patrick Pete keeps telling me about.” He stated at him. I heard him laugh.

“So Pete wasn’t lying when he said that he talks about me to his two favorite students,” he stated. I blushed when he said that. I didn’t know we were his favorites.

“Mr. Stump,” I asked. He nodded for me to continue. “I’ve heard Pete play the bass and he is fucking amazing. Why did he choose to teach art instead of teaching music?” Patrick got a thought full look on his face.

“You know what Gerard, I don’t know. You could always ask him. Oh and call me Patrick.” I nodded and looked back out the window it the clear blue sky. Patrick was a nice guy, he was calm and wasn’t intimidating or as soon as you come in just start asking question and expecting you to answer them. It was almost like he understood what I was going through.

“So how about this, I can already tell that you won’t volunteer anything willingly so we well do a question for a question. I ask you a question, you answer; you ask me a question and I will answer it. Alright?” I nodded, seemed like a good deal. I gestured for him to go first. He seemed to think about it for a moment. “So from your records, I found out that you have been through about four foster homes. But the one thing it doesn’t tell me is why. Why have you been around so much? What happened to your family?”

I stared at him, I didn’t want to talk to him about that. Why did he have to start off with that question? “I-I don’t want to talk about it.” I whispered while I hugged my knees to my chest ignoring the twinge of pain in my chest and sore shoulder. It actually calmed me down. He looked at me sympathetically.

“Gerard...I know you don’t want to talk about it, but please tell me at least something. Anything. When I saw anything, I mean anything.” He urged me on. I sighed, I might as well tell him something. Something that I get bullied for.

“Well I’m gay and I’m dating Frank Iero.” I stated, without looking at him. I hated saying that, I got bullied so much for it. But he just gave me a soft smile. “My turn.” I grinned at him. I thought for a few minutes about what I was going to ask him until I came to a decision. “So, what made you become a psychiatrist?”

He looked at me with a sad look and smile. He sure did smile a lot. “Well you see, when I was younger I weighed a lot and people would make fun of me. So I decided the best course of action was to cut, and that’s what I did. I have cuts going up and down my stomach. Then one night I was about to jump off a bridge but a guy stopped him. That guy turned out to be Pete, he saved my life. He helped me stop my cutting and that was when I decided I wanted to help people so they didn’t end up like me.” By the end of his explanation he was crying, I awkwardly patted his arm. He wiped his tears away and looked at me.

“Thanks, now I feel like that’s enough emotional stuff. Pete told me he was going to come and visit one of his students today that was in the hospital, and I bet my fedora that that person is you.” He tapped my nose lightly and I laughed. It felt good to laugh.

“It certainly is good to hear that laugh.” Pete said as he walked in.

“Pete!” Patrick and I shouted at the same time. Pete laughed at us.

“Hey babe,” he walked over to Patrick and kissed him on the cheek and sat in the chair next to him. He ruffled my hair and I glared at me. No one was to touch my hair. Besides Frankie that is. “I see you finally met ‘Trick Gerard.” I nodded. “Frank should be coming soon, I saw him in the parking lot.”

“Hey Gerard, I know you don’t like hospitals so I was thinking for two hours after school you could come to Pete and I’s house to have your therapy I’m also in charge of group so you can stay the night if you want.” Patrick told me.

“I like that idea,” I replied. I honestly did. I would be in a somewhat familiar environment. I lied down and closed my eyes. I was about o fall asleep when the door opened. I cracked my eyes and turned my head to see Frank entering the room. He looked at everyone in the room and sat in the chair on the other side of my bed. He sat down with a sigh, I noticed he looked really tired.

“Frankie, hi.” I whispered to him. he smiled at me.

“Hey Gee.” He rested his head on my forehead, I sighed. I really liked being close to him.

“Hey Frankie, who saved me. You never did say.” I asked, leaning away from him. he looked at me with sympathy.

“Gee, you’re not going to like it.” He softly whispered. I just glared at him. He sighed. “it..it was Cobalt. He called Mikey and I saying what you did, and we ran to your basement to find the knife and note. We ran to the bridge where Cobalt was giving you CPR he had tears streaming down his face. Mikey punched him and pushed him out of the way. We called the ambulance where they picked you up and took you here. So to answer your question it was Cobalt who saved you.”

I looked at him shocked and with confusion in my eyes. “Why-why would he do something like that?” I whispered.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” A voice from the door said. I looked up to see Mikey standing there with a pissed off look on his face. And the cause of that look was Cobalt.

Cobalt who was standing behind Mikey.

Cobalt the one who spoke.

Cobalt the one beat and raped me.

Cobalt the one who made me jump of the bridge.

Cobalt the one who saved me.

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