Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

It was after dinner when I realized Gerard was being really outspoken. He had no problem telling me personal things, which I thought was stupid and comforting. He trusted me, but why? I haven't really done anything to gain his trust.
Gerard pushed his red hair back, "My mom and dad were selling videos of me and my brother. It was disgusting. They made me do things to him and I would cry every time. He was younger than me, so vulnerable. Everytime I cried, they'd smack me across the face."
I didn't really know what to say. I was in a place of confusion, sadness, and pain. Gerard added, "I had to protect my brother, I was supposed to be the one to save him, to save us-but he did. He's the one who snuck out of bed at 3 in the morning and made a run for it out through the window. He made it to the neighbor's house...he saved us." Gerard looked up at me, "We should get out minds off things...hey, go next door and ask the neighbors if we can borrow their deck of cards."
"Wait, wait, you mean to tell me we can play games but instead I've been hearing you talk for 4 hours?"
Gerard frowned, "Harsh."
"Sorry...I'm sorry. It's just we could've played music from the radio and play cards. I mean, why would you care about the past anyway? It's long gone, Gee."
"Because the past effected the present, Frankie. I have PTSD and I haven't seen my brother since court...do you know how hard it is to have this disorder? No one can't hug me, or touch me without setting off the trigger."
"I've held you."
"That's different." He sighed, "Just please get the cards."
I scringed my nose before climbing off the small ladder and whistling a toon as I made my way down the hall next door. It wasn't a hard task. It was simply asking and receiving. The people were really nice actually. They had all sorts of games but I only came here for one. They handed me the deck of cards, and I thanked them. It was then when I walked out but was stopped by Dr. Laguna. He looked at me, "Mr. Iero, please come with me."
He walked down the hall opposite where Gee was waiting. I looked over to our room and saw Gerard standing by the door. He was whispering something, but I couldn't make it out.
"Frank." Dr. Laguna called.
I took one more look at Gerard who was staring at Dr. Laguna. I hesitated but followed Dr. Laguna to a very unfamiliar place. We turned a corner and stopped at the end of the hallway. The moonlight shone through the window to the both of us. He said, "I've been noticing you and your roommate have been throwing away your dessert. Here," he pulled out a small cupcake.
"I, well, Gee said not to eat it."
"Oh, did he?"
Wow way to go Frank. Snitch him out.
Dr. Laguna handed it to me, "Well, he's not here."
This was strange. Dr. Laguna was pulling me aside at night just so he could hand me a cupcake? I shook my head, "It's too late for dessert," I chuckled, "You know what they say about eating sweets before bed- you get nightmares."
Dr. Laguna eyed me, "Okay, fine. Don't eat the cupcake. I just thought you'd like something to eat with this," he handed me a bottle of pills, "These are prescription. You're supposed to eat something with one pill."
"What do they do?" I asked, inspecting the bottle.
"Try it and you'll see."
Nope, this doesn't make sense.
I forced a smile, "I don't know what your game here is, but I'm not falling for it. Here," I handed him the cupcake, "I'm gong to head back to my room with Gee, and sleep." I turned my back on him for a split second before being knocked over. I was slammed onto my back by two men who appeared out of nowhere. They smacked a large piece of duct tape over my mouth and lifted me off the ground. Dr. Laguna shook his head, "You should've just ate the cupcake. It would have been easier." He nodded to one of the men.
Abruptly I felt a heavy object hit against the back of my head-I blacked out immediately.

My eye lids opened slowly. I groaned, realizing my mouth was covered. My eyes adjusted to the room quickly. There were rusty chains, dirty saws, and old paintings hanging on the wall. I tried lifting my arm, but they were strapped down to the metal table I was laying on along with my legs. I could hardly lift up my head, just to see where the exit door was.
I groaned aloud, trying to scream through the leather strap over my mouth. It was no use. No one could hear me.
A door creaked open slowly. My heart was pounding against my chest, a tear of sweat was rolling down my cheek. Was I going to die? No, not now. Not like this.
Hush, hush, Frankie. You'll be okay. Just stay calm. Shut up, Ray. You don't know shit.
Dr. Laguna appeared by the table's side and eyed me. His white hair was combed back, he wore a bloody white apron, and surgical gloves. He smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Iero. It's a quick operation, I promise. I just want to see what goes on in your head. I never had a schizophrenic patient before, but once I heard you were checked in, I knew I had to do take my chance." He pulled a cart beside him, "I'm sure Mr. Way had warned you about the cupcake. It's served to all the patients here, but your cupcake had a little extra dosage of sleeping pills," he looked over to the cart and grabbed a small knife. He looked at me, "I hear you like music, Mr. Iero. Do you like country? I love country."
My eyes widen when he placed the small knife against my throat. With his other hand he reached over and turned on his radio. He said, "I hear the music you play. It's pop punk, am I correct? Oh yes, it's a good genre choice but country has a little spice to it." He smiled as a song came up, "Good Ol' Tim Mcgraw." He hummed along with the toon before saying, "Now, relax. You'll be out of here in no time."
The small knife moved from my throat, up to my forehead. He said, "If you move, it'll be worse." The knife cut deep into my skin, making its way around my head. I screamed out in pain as he sang along to his song. I tried kicking my feet, I tried kicking up my arms as the blood rushed down my head. He laughed, "Relax, I'm a doctor."

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