Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

The halls were crowded, but no one seemed to notice anything wrong with me. I was struggling to keep my balance, my hand pressing against the wall, guiding me to my room. I was groaning aloud in pain. My legs were shaking, trying to keep my whole body up. The lights above me seemed so bright, it burned my eyes. Sure, the procedure was done, but the effects were still in play. I thought back when all the blood was dried up. Dr. Laguna cleaned off the blood from my skin and guided me off the table. His last words still remained in my head before he pushed me out into the hallway. He had said, "No one will believe you."
He was right.
No one would. This was the home of the insane. If I confessed to Mr. stump, who would he believe? A patient with schizophrenia or a doctor with a degree? Dr. Laguna was smart, very smart. He knew where to do his bloody work and no one would suspect a thing.
I groaned again. My head was throbbing, he did something to me that left me in a lot of pain. My only hope was Gee. He knew about the cupcakes-why didn't he tell me? If he trusted me and had a different effect on me than others, why didn't he warn me?
Sshh you'll be okay. I'm sure Gerard had his reasons.Ray's voice echoed in my head.
"Oh yeah?" I said aloud, "What was his main reason that he couldn't tell me about the psychotic prick who drew my blood on his floor?" I scoffed as the lights in the room were dying down to its normal ways. I added, "When I see Gerard, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."
Violence is never the answer. Ray said, you'll just stack it up until it all crumbles down. You need to have closure with him without any physical contact or harsh words.
"Maybe he needs a little more persuasion than just talking." My legs began to regain its balance. I moved away from the wall with my hands into a ball of fists, turning the corner.
Frankie, you need to calm down. Gerard is a friend of yours-maybe a little more than that. And you know it.
"How would you know that? You don't know everything about me."
Ray chuckled a bit, The pills are effecting you a bit still. I am you, Frankie. I know you like him. Do you really want to ruin the "might-be-together-in-the-future-" thing?
I hushed him as I walked down the hall. I can already see Gerard's red hair from here. He was staring at me as I waked toward him. My fist was ready to do the talking but once I was in front of him-he hugged me. Really tight. He led me inside and shut the door behind us and hugged me again. He cried, "I should've told you but he's always watching. But it's okay," he pulled away so he was facing me. His hazel eyes were glassy as a stream of tears rolled down his cheeks. He smiled, "We're in this together. He did the same to me when I first came here. He's a horrible man and I would like nothing more to see him being stabbed to death 666 times by the devil but we're useless. No one will believe us but he won't do anything else to us because he already has-"
"Gee, shush." I leaned in and pressed my forehead against his, "My head really hurts." I chuckled.
He forced a smile and giggled, "It'll last for a couple days..." he frowned, "Let me see." He lowered my head, "You have stitches just like me." He smiled a bit.
What happened to beating up the guy?Ray asked, almost laughing.
I ignored him and asked Gerard, "Why does he do this?"
Gerard frowned, "He's a monster. He evaluates the brain of different subjects with a different disorder. This isn't an old building so I was the first patient with PTSD to come here. And of course, that same night he did the same to me what he did to you." Gee lifted up his hair and showed me the side of his head, "See? It's for his studies or something about the brain."
"Does he cut the skin open all around the head?"
"Nope. Otherwise he'd have to shave your hair off. He only cuts the forehead open and takes a peek at the brain."
"How do you know all this?"
Gerard frowned, "Because I've seen it happen too many times."

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