Truth Be Told

*Gerard’s P.O.V*

After my week of behaving, which was torture, Friedman finally came to collect me from solitary confinement. I had bothered Friedman and the nurses everyday, asking about Frank, but they wouldn’t tell me anything. Finally when I thought the torture was over Friedman still refused to tell me anything. The first night back in my room was hard. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to draw which I had really wanted to do since I was put in confinement, but once I saw all the drawings that I had done of Frankie, I had no motivation to sketch. I needed to know Frank was alive, I needed him. I made my way to Frank’s room just to feel a little closer to him. When I walked in an overpowering smell of bleach burned my nose.

Everything in Frank’s room was cleaned up, his bed had been made and everything else put away. It was like he never existed. I began to cry realizing that Frank, my Frank, was gone. I curled up into his bed sobbing and hoping I was wrong even though it looked like he was gone. I wrapped the covers around me inhaling his scent. I fell asleep there with my heart flooding out onto his pillow.

“Gerard, Gerard hun, you need to wake up.” Friedman said softly while shaking my shoulder.

“Go away! I don’t want to get up! I just want to stay with Frankie.” As I said that I began to cry realizing that he wasn’t in the bed with me or even in the same building.

“Gerard you need to leave this room now. Go and eat. You don’t want to go back to solitary confinement right?” She said a little more sternly. I complied, I really didn’t want to go back there. When I sat down in the dining hall I didn’t even touch my food. I couldn’t eat, I was sick to my stomach with guilt. I guess one of the nurses saw that I wasn’t eating and informed Friedman because there she was informing me I had to eat. When I refused she told me to come with her. Maybe I wouldn’t mind confinement now? I followed her not looking up from my feet as we went.

“Gerard, look at me. Good, now we are in the medical part of the hospital. Now I want you to wait out here for a while and I will come back and get you, can you do that for me?” I nodded, what else could I do? I slid down the wall and waited. As I looked around the same bleach smell filled my nose. It took everything I had not to cry right there. The guilt was killing me I just couldn’t live with it. I couldn’t live without Frankie. After what seemed like eons, Friedman came and got me from my spot on the floor. She took me past a couple unoccupied beds and a lot of medical supplies. We also passed a couple nurses who looked at me with such sympathy in their eyes. Finally we came to a room with the door closed. Friedman gave me a sad smile and opened the door. She ushered me into the room and shut the door, leaving me alone in the room.

I turned around to face the bed and that when I saw him. He had bandages wrapped thickly around his arms. He looked so small and fragile in the big hospital bed. As I looked at him closer I saw how sunken in his cheeks were, all his bones sticking out. He looked so ghostly and I had caused this, all of it. I walked over to him and sat down next to the bed and just cried and apologized. I held his hand and told him I would never leave, and I’m so sorry I broke my promise. I told him I was selfish, that I never meant to hurt him like this.

“I love you Frankie, please forgive me for everything.” I said looking at his beautiful face. As I finished saying this his eyes fluttered open to look upon my own.

“I I lo love you too.” He whispered smiling at me.

Notes

yayyyyyyyyyyy

Thanks for reading!!