Saving Jeans

It's nine-fifty in like ten minutes I got to go to this shrink dude who I don't need what's-so-ever. It's stupid how they think I need a shrink just because that damn paramedic saw me cut. I wasn't thinking correctly, alright? I've been clean for three months all because of Mikey.

Speaking of the non-famous Mikey, what did the shrink say his name was? Because I swear he said his last name was Way (like Mikey) and I remember Mikey saying something about a brother? Well, I guess I could ask him but what do I say? 'Hey do you possibly have a brother named Mikey who's eighteen and goes to Belleville high? I'm not a stalker, I swear.' No that's just creepy.

"Oh, Jeans, it's time to go see Dr. Way," Alison my lovely nurse tells me. Ugh, no I don't want to go! I just got in a comfy!
"I can't I go later? Like tomorrow?" I ask with a little giggle.
"No, you must go today."
"But, I don't wanna go," I whine kicking my bed like a two year old. I have officially hung out with Frank and Mikey too much.
"Well, guess what? I am older and have more authority over you," she claims grabbing the pool thingy with the bag of medicine.
"Ugh, you sound like my grandma," I whine standing up and tightening my hospital gown that I really hate. "If I go can you let Frankie and Mikey come see me?"
"I'll see what I can do." We started walking down the hallway till I stopped and looked through a window in one of the rooms. It was my grandma's room. Her eyes were shut, her skin was oddly pale, an oxygen mask was placed over her mouth, and her hip was bandaged. The doctors were going to talk to me today about her condition and how she's doing. I want to just pull my IV out, run into the room, and burst into tears on her arm but I didn't I just kept walking until we stopped at a door.

There was a gold thing (A/N forgot the word, sorry) the had "Dr. Gerard Way Psychologist" in graved in it. I knew he was a shrink! Alison knocked on the door and waited until Dr. Hot Eyes appeared.
"Ah, Miss Walker-"
"Jeans," I corrected him.
"Well, then Miss Jeans and attitude come on in," he waves us in.
"He stole my thing," Alison mumbled. It's what she called me when I corrected her too.
"Oh, Alison it's cuter when he says it anyway,' I whisper in her ear making her unable to defeat the urge to laugh.
"What's so funny," Dr. Way asks.
"I don't know why do you ask so many questions."
"Why do you."
"Oo, Jeans.'
"Alison don't you have somewhere to go?" I ask warming up to this whole shrink thing. He is quite hot if I don't say so myself.
"I'll be back in an hour to bring you back to your room."
"See ya," I yell at her, she gave me a thumbs up and left.
"Ok, Miss Jeans."
"Just Jeans."
"Ok, Just Jeans, I'm going to ask you a few questions, remember you don't have to answer," he tells me. I take a deep breathe and nod my head signaling I'm reading for his piles of questions.
"How long have you been depressed?"
"Seven years." He wrote it down.
"Why are you here?"
"Damn paramedic saw me cutting," I angrily and kind of happily say.
"No, cussing god dammit," he says writing down what I said before.
"Sorry, but I am technically an adult and technically there's this thing called freedom of speech."
"I don't hear a speech," he cracks a smile. "Back to the questions. Why did you cut?"
"I... I..." I wasn't ready to tell him or anyone else, not even Frank it was too hard. "Pass, please, pass."
"Ok, we'll skip that come back to it later. How long have you cut?" How do I word this. Oh, I know.
"I used to cut for about nine months but stopped three months ago." He wrote it down.
"Why did you stop?"
"My best friend, Mikey, he helped me stop by give me a rubber band to flick whenever I had the urge." He wrote it down again.
"Why did you flick it then instead of cutting?"
"I don't know. Heat of the moment?" His pen scratched the notepad once more. His mouth opened and he was just about to say something when the door opened and Alison appeared.
"Jeans, it's time to go and yes I got them in," She read my mind.
"Yes, thank you Ali," I give her a hug and kiss her cheek. Did I mention that she's Frank's cousin? Oops. "Goodbye, Dr. Way."
"I'll see you same time tomorrow."
"Ok, to the white hell," that's what I call the hospital room.
"To your room," she tried to corrected me on something that was correct.
"No, white hell."
"In the hospital it's your room."
"Fine." We get to my room and I see Frankie and Mikey sitting beside the bed.
"Frankie! Mikey!" I leap into their arms when they stand up.
"Baby girl," Mikey whispered in my ear.
"Skinny Jeans," Frank cooed.
"Oh god, I missed you two," I say breathlessly.
"Ok, you need to sit down you don't need to black out again." Frank laughs .
"Ok," I lay down on the bed but setting the bed upright.

We talked until visiting hours were over and they had to leave but they promised they'd be back same time tomorrow. Before I fell asleep, two doctors and Alison appeared in the room. I sit up unaware of what was happening.
"Miss Walker, we're here to talk about your grandma's condition," the male doctor says.
"Ok," I say. "Speak."
"Your grandmother," the female doctor says, "fell into a coma when were operating on her broken hip. I'm sorry, but we all give her a five percent chance to come out of the coma alive." No, she can't die she just can't! She's the literal only family I have left! I can't loose her too, I already lost my parents. Fuck my life.
"Get out," I say quietly the stay still not phased at all. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I yell and the all sacredly run out the door. I lay back down and just stare at the popcorn ceiling until I fall asleep.

Notes

I cried a little writing the ending. I'll tell you why she fell into a coma on Chapter 5! Until next time!

Bria/Famous Dead