Truth Be Told

*Gerard’s P.O.V*

I really didn’t want to leave him but, Friedman wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t at least show up. Plus, I don’t think the nurse was going to leave until I did so my only choice was to leave Frank. l walked down the hall to her office, when I got there I didn’t knock, I just walked in and flopped down on one of her stupid chairs.

“That’s very rude Gerard, you don’t need to act like that. Now you better not come into this office again like that you hear me?” Without letting me respond she continued talking. “I see you are very fond of Frank. And I frankly, don’t like the two of you being close, especially the way you act Gerard.”

“I think I don’t need to be here, so long and fuck you!” I then proceeded with getting up and slamming the door as hard as I could to get my point across. I walked down the hallway just glad I was done with her, and the added benefit of being able to talk with Frank more. When I walked into the dining hall I saw another patient looming over Frank, this really concerned me, so I quickened my pace to get to Frank. When I was only halfway across the room I saw the fear in Frank’s eyes as the guy talked to him. Then when I was only a few feet from Frank the guy punched Frank in the face, with a loud snap Frank’s head twisted to the side and he crumpled to the floor. As I saw this occur venom seemed to fill my veins and cause my anger to boil up inside me, fueling my hate. I don’t remember what happened next it all seemed to go black. When things began to clear up I saw the patient underneath me bloody and barely moving as I was pulled off of him by some nurses. My mind went straight to Frank and I saw him clutching his face, eyes wide with fear looking at me. Then everything went black again as I was sedated. Great.

I woke up, what I assumed was only a few hours later and looked around. I had been put in solitary freakin confinement. I didn’t think it was possible but the walls and furniture in this room were whiter than the other ones in this prison. I wonder if Frankie was really scared of me now. I mean from what I can tell I beat the kid with in an inch of his life. Frank was right to fear me, I was an awful person. If he only knew what I did before I got into this hellhole. It was good for Frank to be scared of me. I needed him to hate me. It would be better if he did, then I couldn’t hurt him, and he couldn’t hurt me.

I decided to stay in solitary confinement for as long as I could. There was no sense in me leaving I had nothing of importance to do outside of this room. Plus, the longer I stayed in here the more, I hope, Frank would hate me. It had to be this way. Whenever a nurse would come in I would attack them. When my food got delivered half the time I would just throw them at the wall, causing them to be not so florescent white. It went on for this for about a week and I was happy to stay in here, except I didn’t have my sketchbook so I was bored to tears. Although to solve that I began taking the spoons and trying to carve things into the walls and furniture. The biggest dent I made was a carved G in the wall. Soon though they figured out what I was doing and stopped sending utensils in with my food. Bob and Ray rarely came. When Bob came he just told me to stop being so selfish, and that Frank “needed me.” Bullshit, and the fuck out Bob would be all I said.

One time Bob threw a pillow at me and told me I was killing Frank by being such a dick. He didn’t come back but, Dr. Friedman did. This time I knew something was wrong when she came in. Usually she was a happy, chirpy, annoying person, but today she didn’t even smile. She came in her eyes downcast and sat down without even looking at him.

“How are you Gerard?” She said very quietly.

“Just peachy, and yourself?”

“Don’t you want to know how Frank is?” She said finally making eye contact with him.

“No, I really don’t care what he’s doing.” Actually that was a lie I did want to know if he hated me or something but, I really didn’t want to ask.

“Really? You don’t care that he slit his wrist open? You don’t want to know that he barely ate anything for two weeks? You don’t want to know that in his letter he said you promised to be there for him and then you refused to come out of solitary confinement? You don’t want to know that your actions caused him to attempt suicide again? Really Gerard are you sure you don’t want to hear about it? For once in your life Gerard don’t you care?” She screamed at me angrily. After finishing her yelling she stormed out of the room. I felt something hot run down my face and I realised I was crying. I realised I had broken my promise. I realised that Frank didn’t hate me he needed me and I was a dick. I was selfish, just like Bob said. It was all my fault and I couldn’t get my head out of my ass to see that Frankie really needed me. And then he slit his wrists. The only thing left in my head was the thought, the possibility of him being dead.

Notes

Im sorry I'm kinda evil letting the ending be this. Okay im evil anyway thanks for reading!