Forever Insane

"Come on Gerard, Its your eighteenth birthday, the least you can do is greet your family." Frank tried and tried, but Gerard didn't seem to budge. Its been two years since he got back from the mental institution, which left him scared, so it appears. "Gerard, I understand going to a mental hospital two years can fuck someone up, but you're an adult now. At least see your family." Gerard groaned at the fact that Frank had still been trying to get him active. He still didn't understand Franks secret, (about him being a ghost) which got him into a mental hospital, and its beginning to make Gerard feel insane. Not to mention he did go to a mental hospital when he was only fourteen, which is pretty early.
"Frank, why can't they see you?" Frank bit his lip and dropped his gaze to the shagged carpet beneath him. He didn't want to answer this question. He couldn't.
"Frank?" Frank bit his lip, even harder this time.
"Gerard I have to go." Without another word, Frank had dashed down the stairs and out of the house, into the woods and not to be seen again until he came out. Gerard sighed angrily. He cluched his hands together amd stood up, deciding it was time he saw his own family for once.
As soon as Gerard Had moped from his room into the kitchen, he noticed a small note on the counter.

'Gerard,
happy b-day! Went to Zap Zone with
Mikey. Going shopping after. Be good.
Tell "Frank" that we say 'hi'.
-Mom.

Gerard sighed and crumpled the note up. He chucked it into the nearest trashcan and dragged himself outside. He began walking, not knowing where, not caring what he looked like. He sighed as he noticed where he was going.
To the cross.
Once Gerard made it to the middle of the woods, be took a seat next to the old rugged cabin that had been standing next to the cross for as long as he could remember. He found ir somewhat suspicious, but didn't buy into ot that much. Though it was getting boring just sitting at the cross all day...
Gerard slowly sat up from his rock and made his way to rhe old cabin. There had been a light on, but thats all he could notice through the black stained window. He kept walking until he had found the door. The door was different from the rest of the cabin. It was red and clean, not to mention it was made from metal. The rest of the cabin was wooden; green and frayed. He reached out from the handle, shaking it to see if it was unlocked. Syre enough, it was. Gerard cautiously peered inside. He saw the one handing light which seemed to illuminate the whole cabin. It was spread with old rags and dishes and melted wax candles. Theee was one small cabin sized bed. The sheeting looked old, dirty and wrinkled. He had noticed a small spider crawling along the corner of the roof point.
But there was something that really caught his ear; old classical music. And a voice. The music sounded crumpled and static-like. But the voice. It sounded sweet; familiar even.
"Hello?" Gerard called. The music and the voice suddenly stopped. A head peered from behind a small cover.
Franks head.
"Gerard what are you doing! You can't walk into peoples fucking houses like that!" Gerard backed away a step, but his gaze was still full of curiosity.
"Frank... what is this?" Gerards voice was low, almost to a whisper.
"Gerard this is none of your goddamn business you need to leave right now." Gerards eyes were full of hurt and confusion. After hesitating a moment, he finally ran back through the woods as fast as he could, and back to his house where he locked the door, running straight back to his room where he always was.
He panted and screamed as he slammed the door to his room. Neddless to say, he let out a few tears too.
He slammed the door and crawled into bed,
this time, without Frank.

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