The next few days past with ease for Gerard. He knew how to go near unnoticed, his lack of social abilitys keeping him alone. He also got used to the routine, the early mornings, brisk group showering, segregated meals and drinks, regular medication and constant watchful eye of wardens and shrinks. Gerard had also grown accustomed to the new alterations the drugs caused, the way he was unusually happy, the way his vision blurred a little and struggled to focus, the way his body fell straight into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. These things were all new to Gerard and he was actually beginning to enjoy himself, despite the bad thoughts he'd had previous to being signed into the Institution. Though things weren't all happy, as Gerard came down from the drugs, about four to five hours after they'd been administrated, he'd begin to feel woozy and slightly nauseous, his head swooning as he'd cling to the stark white of his hospital suit. That was another bad thing, the clothes. They'd be folded neatly at the end of Gerard's small metal bed every morning, smelling of bleach and something sweet that was clearly trying to out wit the medical stench.

And though he'd started to settle down, Gerard still couldn't help but sometimes feel horribly homesick despite his failure of a mother and brother who had admitted to incestrial fantasys living there. Maybe it was just the fact that he missed his grimy little grunge basement/converted bedroom, or maybe it was just that at home he had his own rules, he knew where everything was and didn't have to worry about the unknown or about the hidden future. That was probably the reason he also dropped school not long before entering the Institute. Well, that and the constant heavy weight on him to do well. To succeed.

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His knuckles whitened, his teeth digging into the soft, pinky flesh of his bottom lip as he ran his balled fist across his forehead, the white skin dragging against the damp, hair covered feature.

"A dream Gerard." The teen chanted quietly, the words barely a whisper as he struggled in laboured breaths,

"Just a silly little dream." He continued, a soft, almost hysterical, laugh leaving his bleeding lips. He must have looked a state, cheeks slick with a salty mixture of sweat and what he seemed to be tears, bottom lip bleeding from being bitten in vicious terror, body shaking as he clutched and tore at the soft cotton t-shirt he wore to bed. He paused, fisting the material a few times more before hooking his fingers beneath it, tugging it up and off his sweat drenched torso. Exhaling slowly he dropped the bolt to the floor and rolled to the edge of the bed, his legs slipping so that his bare toes brushed against the icy flooring before he allowed his trembling frame to stand.

"Phew." He crinkled his nose, his breathing calming as he tried his best to ignore the memories of the nightmare he had just come out of. The teen reached the door with ease, his hand wrapping about the handle as he quietly clicked it open, padding softly into the brightly lit corridor. He noticed a shrink snoring almost inaudibly from the watch out perch at the end of the fluorescent tunnel and taking this into thankful consideration, Gerard quickly dragged his topless body down the stairs and towards the communal bathroom. And on reaching it he hurriedly relieved himself then turned to the sink to rinse his hands.

The clear icy fluid gushed freely from the silver faucets, filling his cupped palms as he glanced up at the ruffled reflection of himself. He hadn't really noticed up until now but his once pale, almost grey skin was beginning to tan, the weeks of forced, regular exercise causing his bare chest to look less chubby and more muscular. He smirked, flicking out his damp limp in a vain attempt of drying before running it across his torso, shoulder to shoulder. The damp tips of fingers causing small streams of water to cascade down the teens slightly browned skin.

"'Scuse me." A males voice caused Gerard to nearly leap from his skin, his hand falling rapidly down coming into a harsh, cracking contact with the porcelain rim of the sink. Pain shot up the shirtless mans wrist and arm as he instinctively hugged it against his chest.

"Shit. Didn't mean to scare you." The voice continued and Gerard glanced back up into the mirror to see a small, black haired male stood behind him.

"Yeah well you fucking did." Gerard scowled at him before turning his attention back to his throbbing knuckles, staring at the reddening skin as he winced, doing his best to un ball his fist.

"Sorry." The raven haired boys tone turned frosty as he shuffled in front of the taller male, his material covered arms shoving under the still running tap. Gerard had now managed to gain a little more movement in his madly aching hand and took the time to look up, noticing that the fabric at the base of the new males sleeves were sewn shut.

"What's the point in washing your hands if you can't actually wash them?" He sneered and the short boy just continued to rub the stumps of white fabric together, raising a perfectly arched brow as if the answer was obvious.

"What's the point in taking your shirt off if you have nothing to show off?" He sassed back and Gerard smirked. So this was how he like to play?

Notes

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Darlingssss, its still not finished .-.

Sorry I don't post full chapters alot, its difficult but im back in hospital now so WIFI YAY!! xD c:

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