Behind Cell Doors.

Gerard sat, perched, on the end of his bed, hands clasped about his knees as he kept his back to the door.

"It's okay Gee, nobody knows. Nobody knows. Nobody kno-" he continued to chant rhythmically to himself as he rocked along to his hitched voice. He wasn't feeling to good, he'd gone straight from the freedom of the outside world and into this overly lit, empty room. He didn't even remember why or how he'd got here, all he knew was that he must've done something bad else he wouldn't be in hospital.

"Nobody knows.." He breathed as he inspected his hands then his feet and legs,

"Not even Bandit. No. Not baby Bandit. She's a bad, bad girl. Naughty Bandit." He held up his left hand again as pressed his chapped lips against the soft skin of his palm,

"Bad, bad, bad, bad girl." He mumbled, his rocking now muted and his hand in a star fish across his face. Gerard was feeling confused and as he stared at the grey, peeling wall through the gaps on his fingers, he was disappointed to find no relief on his whereabouts.

"Gerard?" A woman's voice sounded out, the "a" being lengthened and the sound of shackles filling the small box room. The black haired boy froze, hand still covering his mouth and nose as he tried to force his eyes to do a 180 turn so he could look behind himself. It didn't work and as his hazel iris' made their way back to the front of his head, his eyes were met with another pair of equally glazed over pupils.

"Gerard." She whispered again, her lip stick painted mouth shaping each letter perfectly,

"L-" Gerard held his breath, eyes widening as he spoke against his palm,

"Lyn-Z" His heart stopped. It couldn't be, could it? Using his free hand, he reached out, only a little but enough to graze her cheek with his finger tips, removing the hand that was still half-heartedly splayed across his jaw.

"Ge-rard!" The "rard" part of his name was screamed causing the confusion laced man to bolt backwards, his back slamming into the wall as a shower of paint chippings pouring into his matted hair,

"Gerard! Stop, please!" She continued, her hand clawing at her own chest as the once white of the shirt she wore began to feather out into a crimison red. Puncher wounds had appeared across her stomach too, the tops of ther thighs becoming the same colour as her breasts as she started to shake violently, her words now forming screams,

"Ger-"

"I'm sorry! Lyn-Z, please!" The now balled up Gerard brought his hands to his ears, rocking as he tried to block out the now increasingly loud screams that flew from his wife's gaping mouth.

"Daddy?" Gerard could recognise that voice anywhere. Even over the deafening yelps and cries that were being expelled from Lyn-Z,

"Bandit?" He breathed, every thing was happening so fast. Dropping a hand as he felt under the bed his limb soon found a familiar feeling tuft of hair,

"Daddy, whys mommy crying?" A small figure crawled out from under the bed, her rounded cheeks flushed pink and once innocent eyes scrunched up as she watched her mother pale and seizure on the hard concrete ground. Only the ground wasn't hard concrete anymore, it was a mottled pale wood, the bed that Gerard once sat on now morphing into a brown leather couch,

"Bandit." Gerard repeated, knowing this scene oh-so well,

"Bandit, run." He breathed, unable to remove his eyes from his almost vibrating wife. Feeling the couch next to him dip, a sound that could've been identified as a cry or a choke came from the shivering form next to him, Gerard had to yank his attention away from Lyn-Z, glancing at his daughter who was now laying on her back, eyes and mouth opened wide as her hands lashed out at the air infront of her.

"Daddy.." Her words were almost as whisper as she turned an alarming shade of purple,

"Stop, Daddy.." Tears fell ito her hairline as her eyes flickered shut, hands slowing until they were left stuck up into the air, no more sounds to be heard accept the odd laboured breaths from Gerard himself. And then, as soon as it had formed, the room around him dissipated back into a dull, lonely box, the two girls that had been there previously, now gone.

"Alright inmate! Food in 10 minutes!" Gerard almost leapt from his skin as he looked up to see an older looking male wearing a navy blue uniform stood at his door. The shaking male nodded and the mans face flickered between many emotions, settling on the classic "I'd feel sorry for you but, no" look before he turned to leave, a pair of shackles clipped to his belt.
Wait, shackles? Gerard thought, his sweaty palms wiping themselves on his bright orange pyjama bottoms he wore,
Damn, I must've hurt myself very badly to be here.

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The food was pretty mediocre, room temperature chilli dogs and soggy fries showing that this dish was obviously the best that you'd be served here. Gerard was unsure of where to sit, settling on the empty bench at the very back corner of the fairly busy mess hall.

"This seat taken?" A gruff voice asked, interrupting Gerard minutes after he sat down, he looked up from his untouched plate, and instead of saying "no" like any other normal person, the black haired male nodded causing the muscular man to chuckle,

"Okay, well, I'll just have to sit here I guess." The stranger shrugged slipping onto the bench seat next to Gerard, their hips brushing as budged the new boy up. They both stayed quiet for a moment, Gerard frozen in fear as he stared at the brown and pastel yellow of the food on his tray, and the man next to him doing pretty much the same but his food actually reaching his mouth. Then, though a mouthful of food, he spoke.

"So, it's Gerard, right?" He asked, a kidney bean falling from his mouth and back onto the half empty plate. Gerard nodded, beginning to pick at his nails as he tried to ignore the heavy breathing that caused his hair to flutter slightly,

"Hmm, not seen you about before, y' new?" Gerard nodded again, wincing, but only slightly, as he tore the tip off a nail, a small patch of blood seeping out of thesmall surface wound. Unclasping his hands, the seemingly shyer male placed the end of his ring finger on his bottom lip, his tongue dipping out to clean the fluids.

"Well, Gerard, I was wondering if you wanted to come and, y'know," the mans shoulders heaved into a shrug as he placed down his fork,

"talk." Without thinking, Gerard nodded again, sucking his finger into his mouth as he did so. He took a moment look up through his dark lashed at the male next to him, taking in his pale, complacent features and similar eyes. The man was skinny but muscular, his almost oily looking hair falling across his face which seemed to look young yet aged, his sunken features making him seem like he'd been here for a while,

"I'm Mikey by the way.. So, y' finished?" Mikey tilted his was a little and Gerard nodded yet again, there was something about this young boy that attracted Gerard to him, not in a sexual way but in the way that makes you want to know a lot about a person, a way that makes them seem to interesting to let be and although Gerard wasn't speaking, he hoped that this hazel haired boy could relate to something. Anything.
After clearing away their trays, Gerard took a bottle of water and left along side Mikey. They headed out the canteen and up three flights of stairs, reaching the third and final floor. All the barred doors were open and as Gerard paused to take in the almost unsettling view, he was interrupted with a cough,

"This one." Mikey held Gerard's bare elbow, his fingers cold on the obviously older boys skin as he lead him into his empty room. It was different, only one bed and a small lavatory section in the corner.

"Mikey." Gerard mouthed, his words silenced by a lump that was permanently stuck in his throat. He could've sworn he knew that name. Probably a coincidence but still, it bothered for all he was worth.

Notes

A.N ~

Guys, as this is a first time kinda thing, I thought I'd let you know that I can't do a whole chapter at once and they might mot be that lengthy but yeah, I promise I'll try though :**

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