Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

I felt as if someone was drilling a chainsaw into each side of my head. I groaned aloud as I pushed Gerard off me. I screamed as I jumped off the bunk, sending shock waves up my legs. I yelled, "Shut up! Shut up!"
A voice cackled in my head, Give 'me blood, wild one!
Another screamed, Don't be afraid to keep on living!
Danger is everywhere, careful where you step.
Why do you have to be so mean, Frankie?
I went into my usual cradling position on the cold floor. Gerard's hands were on me, and so were Ray's. The two chanted the same words, "I'll get help!" I screamed aloud before a bunch of fuzzy hands clench onto my skin, pulling it off. I yelled as they yanked off my skin, exposing the raw human meat underneath. My mind was going insane. I needed my music, I needed the damn pills. The hands then clenched onto my hair, and yanked it back as a piece of sharp metal pressed against my neck. It went deeper and deeper into my skin until the hand slid it across my throat. I was no longer screaming, I was gurgling up my blood. It's all in my head, but I can feel the pain. I can feel everything so it's real to me. I crawled toward the open door, trying to expose myself to the staff, but the hands pulled onto my clothing, pulling me back into the room.
"No!" I screamed. I dug my nails onto the hard ground, trying to fight back. My nails slowly pulled off of my fingers as the hands tugged harder.
Don't fight it. They said.
Come here, Frankie.
Don't be afraid!
I looked over my shoulder to meet the faces of the voices. They were wearing black band suits, their faces were covered in a black mist. I didn't know what it all meant, but it didn't matter. I was too busy kicking my feet, trying to stay away from them.
I looked over to the door, feeling the blood pour out of my neck. Finally, men walked in and pulled me away from the monsters in my head. The last people I saw were Patrick, Gerard, and Ray. The last thing I heard was one of the monsters. The voice said, Join us. The Black Parade is waiting for you, Frank Iero.
I was strapped down onto a bed. I was forced pills down my throat. Patrick walked in, "Hey."
I sighed, "I need music. The voices are too strong for pills."
Patrick shook his head, "Listen, Frank. I know what schizophrenia is. You don't need music. You think you need music. You're pills are working, you're just letting the voices in your head think that they're not. I'll do you a favor. I'll set a radio in your room, but on one condition; keep taking your pills. You don't need to take them daily. Just once a month, okay?"
I looked at him, and nodded.
He smiled, "Good. Here," Patrick pulled out a cupcake, "An apology from the staff. They told me to give it to you since they used force on you getting you strapped down." He set the cupcake beside me before un-strapping me, "Go back to your room, take care."
I grabbed the cupcake and walked out of the room. Patrick gave me one last smile before I walked down the hallway. It didn't take me long to be back in my room. Gerard smiled as he hugged me, "I'm glad you're okay-" he snatched my cupcake and threw it in the trash, "You won't be needing that."

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